”Ramón gave him a long look, then glanced at the still sleeping Valeria. “He was Valeria’s father.”Case shook his head, trying to comprehend ...hat statement.Father? Does Valeria know?“You are correct. There is no longer a threat from Pedro Sanchez.”I imagine Sanchez’s last moments were quite unpleasant. Could I have killed Pedro Sanchez, as an act of revenge? I’ve killed people with rockets, bombs, and machine guns, but that was war, and from an airplane. How about lashing out at Detective. The food was his responsibility. So was the Gospel study after supper. Jen was struck by Jesus’ appearing to the disciples who had been hiding behind locked doors. He’d been more taken by Jesus’ granting the power to forgive (or even withhold forgiveness) in heaven.Afterwards, they cleaned up after their meal together. Once the dishwasher was running, they shared a kiss before adjourning to their bedroom. This was a special time. He, as well as Jen, could sleep in tomorrow. Besides, it was warm. I suddenly became fearful of being raped or killed. They told me that I had better go with them if I knew what was good for me. One showed me a large gun and said this will be pointed at your heart from behind while we are walking. Any crying out or drawing attention to yourself will cause the death of you and any bystanders. Put to me that way, I had no choice but to comply. We walked to their SUV, they put me in the back, where there was another vile looking man waiting. One of the men also. And now they were both in bikinis, leaving little to the imagination, both with shapely legs and tantalising boobs (the mother's were bigger). Before long I also noticed the girl who lived with her parents at number 174, sixteen doors up the road. She had long dark hair and looked a bit gypsy-like. She seemed to walk up and down the road quite a lot and regularly wore a short black jacket and tight blue jeans. The jeans were astonishingly tight and after walking up the road behind her I fully.