"No I'm all set." I replied."There must be something I can do to make you feel better. You know, if you took a spill a nice warm rub down would do you...good." she suggested."No really I'm fine. I don't want to trouble anyone." I said."Nonsense. I'll be right back." she said leaving the room.After a few moments she came back in wearing a long sating red robe. She had a couple of bottles of oils that she had warmed up."OK take off your shirt." she ordered."Take off my shirt? I don't know about. The day had started badly and it just got worse as the morning wore on. Lucy felt nervous and irritable. She couldn't concentrate on her work either. The poor woman decided she was going through drug withdrawal from something put in the tea. She couldn't imagine the motive if that was the case. She was already a helpless pawn between Karen and Beth. What more did they want? Lucy had plenty of sick time accumulated so she decided to plead illness and go home early.She saw Karen walking up the. The second floor was dark and quiet. Amaya questioned the wisdom of coming here, especially since she really didn’t know Wesley. What if this was some kind of trap? Shaking a little, she called him.“I’m up the stairs,” Amaya said.“Good, turn left and go to the fourth door,” Wesley said.“I’m here,” Amaya said when she was in front of it.“Go in, it should be unlocked,” Wesley said.Amaya opened the door and didn’t like how dark it was. She had a sudden suspicion that he was in there waiting for. " Oh no, Jack! Shot! How'd it happen? Is she alive?" I stand there, my happy state of mind reeling with the news. I'm devastated. The tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes. I gaze at Jack.He looks at me and begins to break down, too. All that stiff police composure crumbling. "Renee. I just don't know what to do." I reach out and pull him towards me. I love his muscular shoulders and the strength I feel in his back. I look at him bravely smiling, trying to give me strength. Jack gently.