She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without...being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling through the appointments in his electroniccalendar. Nothing stood out on today's schedule. He moved to Wednesday. Whoa!he breathed. There it was.. Walking outside, i opened the car door and sat down making sure my hands rested between my legs as i still had no knickers on. Mum got in an we drove to High Chelmer shops as she wanted to go in the co-op as well as some clothes shops. I had to grit my teeth and almost pushed my feet through the carpet as i tensed each time they moved, i could feel myself getting wet between my legs. We parked and i got out of the car and looked at the seat to see a small wet patch, hope it drys before we get. But after seeing that tape, it was clear it was no ‘unfortunate coincidence’. I had been set up, big time. After questioning it was even clearer. The diary contained a confession to the arson but did not contain any reference to Stephanie. Just me. The house was not registered to grandma but let to someone using my name! There was no tape. It was ‘chewed up’ in the VCR or something. Another coincidence. There was nothing I could say, Nothing. Total screwed over. How could I say, ‘I just went to. My parents were no help. I was a disappointment anyway. That's why they had Stan, my brother. So, one day I just packed a few things and left. As long as I had money I travelled to the places where I had seen him. Maybe I would see him again, find him.” Another shaky laugh. “Me, hunting ghosts and ending up with a werewolf and a pack of dogs.”I finished my coffee and scratched the dog behind his ears again. “I never told anyone that I had seen him. Not even the shrink...don't know why.”After.