Tyler eventually lifted his buried face, rested his chin on Darren’s shoulder, and gave me a look. ‘So, what exactly has been going on?’ I think...facing Tyler was, in some ways, the hardest. And I could get it over with first. I didn’t know how many times I would be repeating this story. There wasn’t much detail or emotion. I simply relayed events, starting with the phonecall from Harold. I did try to apologise about the whole ringing-up-Tyler-gone-midnight thing. He smirked and I looked away.. "Put this on, and don't speak," smiled Hester, handing him an identical robe to those she and John were wearing.Jeff did as she ordered, dropping the robe over his head and standing there mute, awaiting further instructions. Once again, he had no will of his own."Good," said Hester. "Now it's time to get this done. Follow me."She turned and headed for the front door. Jeff followed, and John fell in behind him. Outside, clad in the same robes and holding flaming torches, the other men of. Janet slept for only five minutes and was ready to resume normal activities.So far, her plot against her father was going according to plan, but it was not yet time to spring at him. Instead, the siblings donned shorts and tee-shirts to look at the first take. They transferred the video and stills to their computer so that they could see it on the large screen. Robin was invited to come in to view the program with them to see if she had any suggestions to offer.After viewing the first run. Allen was also steeped in a sense of duty and a fierce pride in his country from his father. Papa Murphy was the epitome of an Irish cop, without the failings emphasized by popular media. He drank, but only socially and never to excess. 'Alcohol is fun, but no excuse for losing control, ' Papa Murphy had often said. His belief in the rule of law was absolute, but subject to interpretation. 'Laws were made by men, boy. It's up to men to interpret them and decide what's right!' was another oft.