“Tell me now, when did you start poisoning father with your drugs?”She panted and then a smirk came over her lips. “Only a few years ago! He kil...ed that blonde bitch all on his own! I simply told him to do it and he did! He is just a man and so are you! Now be a good boy, put that sword away and I show you what a woman can do to a man to make him forget all else.” She cupped her breasts. “You are old enough to learn are you not?”She disgusted me so much, but I could not murder her. She was. .. something on my mind, but...” her sentence trailing off into silence.Jenna took a deep breath and rubbed the palms of her hands along her thighs to try and calm down. She knew that her cousin knew her too well for her to be able to conceal anything from her. In fact she had decided to come out to L.A. in the hope that Cindy would be able to help. She was always able to help throughout high school and college. Still, talking about something so personal and painful was difficult.She drew a. Stall for time. Tell him we think he's the perpetrator."Fitzhugh said, "And give me the number first."The President, looked at his phone, thought a moment, and then read the digits to Fitzhugh. He, in turn, picked up the phone and contacted his office."I want an immediate trace on this phone number. It's probably going through the internet," he said.The President composed a message, and hit 'send.' The message said:"Thank you for the info. We can handle it from here. Your services not. And he felt it his duty to run the household according to “traditional Japanese values”—which meant that Lin, as a mere daughter, was treated by him as little more than a servant. Her father’s own parents were much more liberal and cosmopolitan in their outlook and didn’t know what to make of him. They clucked their tongues over the situation but would not interfere. Lin’s mother did her best to soften the harsh discipline under which Lin was raised but could only do so much. She had, however,.