Who knows? With a little luck, this might deepen the connection between us. Four days later, after two glasses of wine at dinner that I drank too quic...ly, I said, "I've been having some unusual thoughts lately." "What do you mean?" Relying on my liquid courage, I said more boldly than I realized I would, "I've been thinking a lot about sex." "Really? Tell me more." He sounded like he wanted to be supportive, but I couldn't help thinking, "How typical a response? What male who still had a pulse. Scratchy," she added, wrinkling her nose. I made a note to myself to shave as soon as I got to my room.Just then, Simone and Tori came around from the bow. Simone barely waited for Saralinda to release me before she rushed into my arms. "Querida, welcome back," she whispered in my ear. Then, as she pulled back, she peered over my shoulder, down to the empty car. "No Kate?" She frowned.The deck was getting crowded. I was still stuck, barely onboard, and rather unsettled. Michelle chose that. I held out my hands and she looked down. Just as she started to hold up her hand to mine, I let the keys drop and they fell ... slow...I turned and left her standing on the snowy steps. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I had to get to the house and a little snow wasn't going to stop me.I could feel my body pumping, running, moving. The roads were slick, but not enough to make me go sliding past the turn. I got past the bridge, past the slow rise and saw a horrific. Then the girls and I drove my truck and the Hummer back to Georgina's. There I met with Sanchez and two of his technicians fitted me with a transmitter and a microphone.I was going to be the bait for the rats.After getting hooked up, I drove out in my truck and started going door-to-door looking for clues in Staci's shooting. I knocked on every neighbor's door and made sure everyone saw me. Business as usual.Then I started to look into Roberta's daily schedule and who she met and where she.