” “I will keep her chained up,” Silver Quail promised. “Now I need to find mullen.” “I saw some, mother. I will get ...it for you,” White Fawn leaped to her feet and flew out the door. “I need to check my breakfast,” Silver Quail waved. She took a burning branch from Winter Maiden’s fire and started the wood burning in the oven. She then grabbed the dog and returned to her teepee. Her breakfast was boiling. Stew was always best on the second day. In fact some. The sun was out, the temperature was warm, the birds were chirping, and the sweet sound of lawn mowers, trimming neighbor’s lawn, filled echoed throughout East Avenue.I continued to scan the neighborhood, when something caught my eye. Through the Smiths upper window, I saw Rachel waking up. She was slowly pushing herself up from her soft bed. Rachel and I had been good friends ever since she moved here from Iowa.Rachel arose to her feet. She was 5? 4?, redhead, with a skinny body that was. Now she was sitting in her office and dying of heat - the bloody air conditioner wasn't working again. She moved in her chair and inched her skirt up a little higher opening another button on her shirt. It was lunch time and there was no one in the office except for her- she was in the office because she had to deal with another mistake her new private had made. She was an HR officer and had been serving for a few years now. She sat at her desk in front of a huge pile of personnel records,. He stood against the wall smoking when a young girl runs out crying. Just like Tommy said, he dropped his cigarette and went after her and they disappear out of view of the camera. "Can we follow those two?" I ask Vincent. He shakes his head and says "sorry man that's the best view you're gonna get." I sigh in frustration. I need to get a description of the big guy Tommy saw. I can do that tomorrow. We both stand and shake Vincent's hand. We thank him for his cooperation and leave. David wants.