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didn’t comment, but if I live through this, I’m gonna smack the crap out of my brother.
    “You still don’t know, do you, Cara?”
    “Know what?”
    “Cara, where’s all the shit you found at Louis’s condo?”
    “I really didn’t find all that much, but what I found, is in the hands of a lawyer. I still don’t know what the significance of anything I saw has, or could have, or whatever.”
    “Nobody is stupid enough to hand something over to a lawyer without even looking at it.”
    “I am. You just have no idea about the power of plausible deniability do you? I’ve had it pounded in my head all my life. Maybe it was ‘the troubles’, but I learned how to keep my mind and mouth shut long ago.”
    “What troubles?”
    “The war between the north and south. Ireland. You’re kidding. You’ve never heard of it? Doesn’t matter.”
    “You have your own troubles now.”
    “You know what Joe? I still don’t even know what this is all about. All I know is that Steven, or somebody claiming to be Steven, Louis’s brother, asked me to clean out his condo so that it could be sold. Was that you?”
    “I still can’t believe you fell for it. You know what Cara? Your family is just stupid! Anything that comes out of the mouth of a priest, you go for it. Good little Catholics. Naive doesn’t begin to cover it. Probably comes from going to Catholic school. Never learned how the real world works.”
    “Well, maybe I am stupid, but I’m not hiding from the cops and breaking in to people’s homes to solve my problems, can you say the same?”
    As I talked to him, I could see that as he got more angry, he moved back and forth a bit, if I could make him mad enough, maybe he’d move and wouldn’t be exactly between me and the door. If I could get him to move far enough, maybe I could get the hell out.
    Good news, I could tell the door wasn’t locked, because the little bar thingy on the lock was horizontal and perpendicular is locked.
    Bad news, he’s a cop, probably has a gun, although I hadn’t seen it yet, and definitely knows more about beating people up than I do.
    Good news, I’m tall, long legs and I can move really fast when my life is in danger.
    Bad news, it’s himself who’s putting my life in danger, and he’s between me and freedom, and I can try to talk myself into believing that he isn’t paying attention, or that I can manipulate him, but if he’s crazed enough to let me manipulate him, then he’s crazed enough to do something really stupid all over me. That could end badly.
    My wee little brain was going to get whiplash with the back and forth, while he stood there and dripped and smoldered.
    “Who’s the lawyer Cara?”
    “What?”
    “The lawyer, who is he, and what did you give him?”
    “I gave him the journals.” No reason to let Jerkface know that Steph is the lawyer we’re talking about, he would just see her as one more vulnerable female, and drag me to see her, and then we’d both be found with our legs all akimbo.
    “What else?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, what else did you give him? We read the journals. We read them together. There was nothing there. There has to be something else.”
    “Fine, you know what, I did find something else. It was a key.”
    “A key to what?”
    “A key to the toilet paper holders in the bathroom at the condo complex.”
    “Shit.”
    “And in the toilet paper holders, we found 8 memory cards. Do you have any idea how much data can be held on 8 memory cards? Enough to put you and everybody else in jail. So, if you want to add to that, go ahead.”
    “Me? Everybody else? You still don’t get it do you Cara? I’m the one that has been trying to help. To help you and her, you stupid…” Lightening crashed outside, so I didn’t have to hear exactly what he said, but the message was pretty clear.
    I couldn’t shut myself up, not the first time I’ve had that problem, “Yeah, my knights in shining armor often run my ass