And now her mother had gotten near her boyfriend. Julia put the hammer down and hit the corner going fifty-five miles an hour. She barely kept the car... in her lane. She glanced over at her mother when they finally got on a straight-away. Sandra was amused, a devilish smile on his lips. Julia wanted to reach out and smack her but kept both hands on the wheel. It was everything she could do to keep in control of the car. Finally, at long last, they arrived at the house, pulled into the driveway of. When they were halfway down the near side of the clearing the wind shifted."Smells like something died. Let's hope it isn't the damsel." It couldn't be the trapper; he died too long ago. This smells like three day old roadkill. I really hope it isn't Damsel Katrina." Rolly, I saw something move." Where?" See that rock outcropping by the back corner of the field." Yes." OK, to the left of it, about a quarter of the way down the edge, back in the woods some. There, it just moved again." It's. This is a closed set on private property. Leave, or I call the cops." I followed the tinny sounding voice to a small speaker mounted under a camera, over the door."Good. If you don't call them I will. That's my company logo over the door, and I'm pretty sure I didn't authorize anything I see. I'm sure the police will be glad to listen to any explanation you'd like to give him. I might even ask them to inspect the premises, just to assure me there's nothing illegal going on." I pulled out the. . who?" was all Carter could think to stammer as his mother gasped and his father roared "What the hell!?" Rachel Matthews," the sheriff repeated."I barely know her," Carter protested, "and she's only ... only fifteen!" Fourteen," the sheriff corrected. "The fact that you impregnated her makes it statutory rape." He hasn't raped anyone!" Carter's mother shrieked, "He hardly even dates!" We have Miss Matthews' sworn statement that you are the only boy she has been intimate with," the sheriff.