What I'm going to tell now really started more than three months ago.Every year we have a 'street-party' in August. Each house on the road takes out a...table, chairs, plenty of food, rivers of beer and schnaps, and we party all afternoon and night. One guy is a prof. musician and his PA system is fed from a CD-player for a lot of dancing far into the night.Well, this August I was a bit hard on the drinks, and around nine in the evening I had to tell my wife Britt, that I'd go home and rest for a. "You're a smart guy Clarke, can you guess what this is. He said with a defiant, smug look on his face. I knew that I would never be able to leave his crew. I would always have to answer his calls. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid Lyla, my finger prints were all over the gun used in the shooting. I turned around and ran downstairs. Alexi shouted after me as I went past him. We'll be in touch."Lyla fanned herself harder. She was fucking livid that Clarke left her alone in the room with. "There's nothing wrong with that, it's a good thing he cares about you," Cindy said. "Believe me, I know."After eating pizza, we regrouped. Erin was sitting next to Frank and holding his hand. The two of them talked to each other, keeping their voices low enough so the rest of us couldn't hear them.Frank took Eddie and me aside and asked, "Do you think it would be okay if Erin came with us tomorrow?" Sure, Frank," I said. "Just have her ask her dad if she can go."Eddie nodded and said, "No. I was sure I knew who he was calling, so I pulled out my cell phone and called Jordan.She answered on the second ring. “Please tell me you’re done already,” she said.I shook my head and said, “Tanner, the trainer, is calling Dalton. At least I think he is.”“Why?”I sighed. “I told him about the memory sharing with you and the others. He knows you all know about me, and believe I am what I am. I don’t think they’ll be worried about you, but the others could be in trouble.”“Where are you?” she.