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SCOTT

None of us had much sleep the night Jack shot up our house, but the others could sleep; I had to work. I'd missed a lot while in LA and Jerry was leaving early for his General Contractor classes. That fucker, Jack, had a skill set I hadn't even known about. On top of it all, I couldn't even go to the office.

Jerry met me with everything I'd need to get work done today, but I had to work mostly out of my truck, although I also took a table at a McDonald's for lunch and used the free wifi to do some on-line work. I had to put proposals together for four houses. On the whole, it wasn't that hard. I'd done enough of them, it was half a days work if none of the proposals involved complex work I'd need an engineer for.

I called Detective Riley a couple times. There was nothing more they could tell me. They were looking, but Jack was difficult to find. He'd learned some tricks in the military before receiving his bad conduct discharge. When I got home, check that, Mistress Dark's home,