She sighed audibly. “I love having my hair washed. You’re just as good as Grandpa.”“Tell me about the shower,” Cara prompted, massaging her ...daughter’s head.Rachael rinsed and turned back for the second shampoo, telling Cara about the shower. Her enthusiasm was hard to ignore. When she started talking about Grandpa being a rebel and explaining how he liked to break the law, Cara laughed.Second shampoo done, Rachael rinsed. Cara squirted conditioner and massaged it in. She was distracted by her. That was unusual, because the occupant always seemed to be home, pottering in his garage or working in his yard, a light always on to signal that there was someone in. Perhaps the recession was the cause, out of work. A suspicion of something tugged at his mind all night, and when he noticed that same emptiness across the street while getting into the car the next day, he stared over his shoulder at it for a moment then turned to Mary. “What was the name of the driver who ran Fiona and Jen off. You really oughtto get back to Jones Beach and do some sleuthing. If you don't do it,you'll have zero chance of solving this puzzle." I suppose you're right." I'll be back home next week, and you can come stay with me whenever youdecide you can come, and then we'll go out to the beach." I think any day now Brad is going to find out the truth and we'll havea big scene. If I survive that, then I'll plan on coming to New York inthe next few weeks." It would be good if you could have someone with. They told me that you’d be killed if they knew I was still alive.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ she demanded. ‘Who are ‘they?’ And why would they kill me? You’re not making any sense.’ He shoved his fingers through his hair, dragging it from his eyes to look up at her. ‘I stumbled onto something that day, at work. Something that implicates Senator Hyde in some pretty ugly shit.’ Camille’s mouth dropped open, shock written on her face. She’d never thought that his job as a local aide to the.