And then another thought hit me: security systems. There were a number of companies offering systems to protect their computers, their businesses and ...their residences. Was there room for another in the market and if so, what services could be offered that would differentiate us from the others? Better to ask that question of the prospective clients. Well, this was familiar territory in one way. At least I knew what to ask the prospects, record the answers, and then see if there were some. “The guy said he didn’t want anything back, can I keep this? It’s a notebook.” Clara held it up. “Sure,” he said, disinterestedly before returning to his work. Clara finally left as it got dark, the notebook in her bag as she walked home. Her house was a basic, suburban home that she shared with her father and older brother, Nick, who went to the local community college. Clara’s mom had passed away when she was five, leaving her dad to raise the two siblings. She had had a nice childhood. ‘Not really.’ The Chief’s heart rate climbed, seeing his two great loves together. ‘I’d better get these burgers on the grill,’ he said, and forced himself out of the room. While the meat sizzled so did Chief Willie’s imagination. The whole kitchen scene was totally innocent, but his dirty mind made it titillating. The past couple of days had really screwed him up. Penny suddenly appeared beside him, sipping from a green bottle. ‘I hope you don’t mind, I took one of your Heinies. A little beer. She shivered.(He's merciless. Merciless! Oh, God, he'll kill me! Don't panic, Elise. Cooperate. At all costs, cooperate. For Lana. For Lily. For yourself. Please, God, I don't want to die!)"I'll ask questions. You'll speak only to answer them. Say anything else and you'll be punished. Do you understand?"She nodded. He ripped away the tape over her mouth."Please don't hurt me," escaped her. Anger flashed in his eyes. With his left hand behind her head, he sealed her mouth and nose with his.