Sara wished she was secure enough in her own skin to present herself to the world completely unabashedly, or to have a bright gold doorknocker on a br...ght red door.Sara steadied her breathing, suppressing the lingering sobs that had accompanied her entire trip to Talia’s house. She pressed her fingers against her eyes and checked that they came away mascara free. She wanted to put out of her mind what she had just seen, and raccoon eyes from crying would certainly prompt the sorts of probing. She heard the click of an old style camera, ignoring it as she knew no-one was there. Mmhmm&hellip,.Laura&hellip, a deep breath sighed as he watched her from the shadows with a camera. The next morning Laura was getting ready for work, she looked at the clock, enough time for a shower she thought. Turning the shower on she striping off her pajamas in the bathroom she stood admiring her frame in the floor length mirror. She scrapped her raven hair up into a bun and secured it with a hair comb,. Wolfgang no longer cared what might happen after he killed his sister's murderer.He tightened his gloved right hand around the pistol he carried, a Glock 19 fitted with a long suppressor. It was the "compact" version of the Glock 17, the standard issue firearm for GSG-9, and Wolfgang was very familiar with the weapon. The only real difference between the two being a shorter barrel and grip. He'd used two 9mm rounds on Rudolf and the thirteen remaining bullets would be more than enough for. My mom! It's actually happening. This is not a dream. There's no turning back; I'm a true motherfucker.Those ideas were so exciting that they sent a shiver down his spine, on top of all the other tingles and shivers he was feeling. But he could tell Susan was in no mood for contemplation. He'd been kept fairly busy on the trip back from hiking in California's Channel Islands and only had stolen moments to think about what would happen, but Susan had done little more all weekend than ruminate.