She finished her laps of the pool and made her way inside to dry off. Where she stood offered a view of her naked body to those out on the course. S...e grabbed her sarong and tied it in front above her b**sts, leaving it to billow open at the front as she moved and as the wind blew. They sat outside at a small table on the back deck and ate the breakfast while watching the golfers progress around the course. After finishing the meal, Rob moved his chair next to Jan sitting next to her side. There were a lot of them: a pseudo-biography of Carol, some legitimate photos of her as a kid and at thirteen, and doctored pictures of Carol engaging in every sex act known to humankind. There were links to lesbian, lactation, amateur and even – Mike and Pat shuddered as Crane opened them – child-pornography sites. Crane remained professional, but his hand was shaking by the time he wrote down the last link on his fifth sheet of notebook paper and returned to the original message. ‘Sergeant. There was just one problem the spare room was empty, no bed no furniture, nothing. Just what the hell had Karen done, I went up the hall to our bedroom, and it was empty as well. In fact, other than my closet the whole house was empty. That Karen had left me was not a surprise but the fact that she took everything we owned with her really pissed me off and I was steamed. I retrieved my laptop, from my luggage and as soon as it booted up I checked our joint account, empty, that bitch. I already. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Meg replies as she shakes his father’s hand first, and then his mother’s. Mrs. O’Brian takes hold of her hand and studies it with a frown.“You have quite a lot of callouses for a young woman, and you don’t paint your nails?” Mrs. O’Brian questions and Meg just smiles even though her heart flutters anxiously.“No, I find I am not very good with the upkeep, and the callouses are from my job,” Meg replies calmly. Mrs. O’Brian stands, her body moving.