Sloane was crying and bought a handkerchief to her face todry her eyes, as did Stacy.Steve Patterson had never met the woman buried in the grave and h...is eyesremained dry."I never knew her but I know I owe her so much," Stacy sobbed.Sloane pulled her daughter to her and hugged her and the three of themstood staring at the headstone on the bitterly cold winter's day.Randy Carter stood in a grove of oaks watching the family from a distance.The hypocrisy; especially coming from Sloane was not lost. We keep trying to purge them, but his fantasies remain a compelling draw to the overly paranoid.”“I’m afraid paranoia is part of your job descriptions. It goes with the territory.”“It’s hardly associated with professionalism,” she countered. “It harkens to those disconnected from reality, focusing more on imaginary demons than real threat assessment.”“I’m not sure where that leaves us,” Al confided. “As long as he’s free, he’ll continue reaching out to whoever he can. I can guarantee there will. If we thought we could get the sweet corn in and harvested early enough, we would plant an additional thirty acres. In this part of the country you have to have watermelon, cantaloupe, honey dew melons, and pumpkins. That was another thirty acres.We had groves. Our groves were a couple variety of oranges, lemons, and my favorite, grapefruit. I loved the pink grapefruit as it seemed they were sweeter. Our groves covered about three hundred acres.Up near the house and out buildings was the close. Susan is bringing her nightie and bikini."Why me? I hope Tamara or Lena come home soon.I pulled in the gate as Steve was pulling up. I waved at the guard and signaled Steve was with me.I pulled into the empty garage. Steve and Susan got out of the SUV behind me. She had an overnight bag. I hate when I feel guilty and I hadn't even done anything.I opened the backdoor and turned on the lights to the patio. She walked in looking around. "This is a great house," she said. "I hope you don't mind me.