“How’s it going Lauren? I almost forgot you lived around here.”Lauren stared briefly at the man, then glanced at his name badge and her eyes wid...ened. “Oh my God! Jack Coulter, how are you? I haven’t seen you in years!”The deputy gave a sheepish look at this and shrugged helplessly. He had been Gary Graham’s training partner once and hadn’t stayed close to the family after the funeral.Lauren let him off the hook gracefully. “I live next door and Heather is a friend. What in the world is going. Finally at 12:00 Louise came in and untied him. He sat up and rubbed his sore limbs while the women wrote down their lunch orders. He dressed silently, took the list, and went out to pick up lunch. He spent the rest of the day at his desk, self-conscious and nervous. At 5:00 he got up, blushed as Carol and Marie told him to have a fun night, and drove home. Halfway home he began sobbing to himself in the car. What had become of his life? What had those women done to him? There was no escape.... Being far past a healthy bedtime, every burden on her mind left behind and nothing keeping her from doing what she loved.A twist on the throttle catapulted her forwards, out into the unknown emptiness. She loved crossing these wild borderlands between the cities and rural areas where no people lived or worked, road maintenance crews being the only that ever set foot onto these stretches of asphalt.If she felt like stopping right in the middle of the road with her lights switched off there was a. That bitch was like a spider in the middle of his life, her tight lips and old fashioned politeness, looking down at him. To her he was the only thing that stood between the money and her own bank account. All she had to do was catch him out. Once!After about six months he had realised that that prissy cunt of a lawyer had even set a private detective on his tail to check his every move. Had he taken out any loans? Was Henry breaking the terms of the will? Even his E mail account and his.