montoya moorman called Mrs Damaris Cain for a reason--to play the game-a game she had no idea of it's rules. they talked to length, she was glad Damaris apologized for the attempted kiss, confessed that she and Jenna,Charles Roach wife had been hitting it ever before Jenna got married and they couldn't anymore--that she was lonely. however, montoya did not know she felt no irritation at the attempt.she drove back to penermans drive , hoping Damaris would not mistake this for an acceptance to flirt. she did.Damaris was glad to see her, wasn't glad when she told her she wanted to check out her son's room again to get into his head, her way of missing people. not a perfect lie, but a straight forward one at least.Damaris Cain allowed her, said she would be up to shower. at Adulfs room ,the therapist wondered whether Mrs Cain was planning to put on some sexy underwear to seduce her. she wasn't crazy,wouldn't attempt that.doctor montoya ransacked his bookshelf, the non fiction section
brother mark let in dr montoya moorman into his chembers where Doctor H , who montoya was now distrustful off, ran her tests."you can't see him now." H said."I have to."there was a fair exchange of glances. doctor H propted her glasses"Jesus,you shouldn't even be here, you're unwell your self.""I don't need you to tell me."the therapist frowned"I feel fine.""is it Rylee?"asked the priest, the words barely a mutter."I know you came here to ask him about Sara. Adulfs girlfriend.""and how would you know that Mrs H?"she humphed"Philbert was worried about you. he told me about your assumptions and worry. I'll spare you the stress of trying to get a rational word out of his mouth, we can grab coffee.""you talk everything you know.""fine. and you do Philbert a favor of going back home." ****funny enough, they went to the blue monkey bar, but not to grab coffee, Dumont Bucharest had my heart is a black hoe on his stereo, still a big geek on depressing music.he served whisky.while
now, here was how Adulf Cain got to end his life, for it was rumured that who ever got to sleep with the anti Christ lost their lives. the 15 year old was a frequent costumer to vergil's red light. usually, you pulled out good dollars a session , so long as you could fake sounds and love what you did. he was also a somewhat erotism idealist, assuming he were to found some philosophy,he would have began with the virtue of good sex.but for a prostitute,money was the dominant factor to the work. you didn't need a small room to start, although according to Sara you needed a small room, one that had a window , perhaps like De wallen where you could charge for oral or penetration. to meet costumers, Marcos bar (the blue monkey) was surely the right spot. Dumont Bucharest was gay,so it was hard paying in any kind to redeem taxes. but as the prostitute increased together with the violence, and as things never quite matched up to what the good mother had supposedly stated it would have been.
now Adulf Cains memories was haunted with the memories of the night,the girl, once there ,standing behind the red lit glass doors--he'd spent many hours googling about vampires because she made resemblance to them. but Sara lutz if a vampire had made him one too. she was a vampire who dressed in fancy underwear trying to attract the attention of passbys through the window.people strolled, and hardly enough that they did not notice her--they knocked to negotiate price,the curtain to close behind them and for the stranger to use her however he wishes, as long as the deal was sealed with the good mother.of cause there were drug sellers of which Adulf and Sara frequented, she told him that to be safe, now that she had bitten him, he needed to stay high, because being low could terribly hurt him. it sounded like fiction ontill he felt the microscopic movements in his vains and bloodstreams, repeated tests to confirm that nothing was wrong with him. now she , who knew alone how she had go
dumont Bucharest called her aside on one of her frequent visit to the blue monkey, he wasn't looking agitated but the therapist felt so."anything wrong with business, Marco?""nah."he said"I been wrong, you deserve to know.""know what?"she asked."something very important I'd like to discuss with you.""I'm I dreaming this?""no, you aren't."he replied.he told her that Adulf Cain wasn't dead. H did the work. *****doctor H knew the therapist was armed, hence she had to cooperate. armed with knowledge. she was sitting calmly at her desk at sampton huspital when she saw the glint on the therapist eye when she walked in and found out she had known more than she was supposed to."what's going on?""you helped fake Adulfs death."said montoya"putting Mrs Cain to misery, the poor woman thinks her son is dead. I must tell her."doctor H jumped."no, you mustn't.""why not."montoya said"I shouldn't have trusted you. you're a heartless scumbag.""it's not the way it looks Rylee.""don't call
it rained later that night,little furious drops, Montoya alone in bed and Philbert no where to be found. she wondered where he was right now, and what the heck he was doing. damn him, damn Roach, damn all of damn, damn Philbert, they were all liars. scumbags! she felt her eyes get wet, but she determined them to be cold. she wondered why she felt to concerned for life that wasn't her own, but damn Philbert, he couldn't be right..he too spent his life bantering on other lives that werent his.the annoying part of the entire story was that she didnt know what this all was about.she didnt have an idea if this was all a dream, and she would wake up to find that it had been a terrible night mare. ask Montoya, early on, she believed to have heard that whistle, to have seen the ghost of Ursa and smelt alcove every single day-- the presence of Adult Cain, the client that sent her to bed worrying.doctor Montoya got up from bed.she began to write everything she knew, and all her suspicions,
the more the therapist wondered about these cases the more she had to assume supernatural causes, being religious. she feared that if beyound her, there was little she could do to investigate and solve. father borgolio Bernardo could be a helping hand.she feared that reporting to the police would generate nothing but a supernatural deduction from the matter that they did not care to know,stupid. theyd rather Tell her she needed assistance for her mental health, and given that she was a child therapist, that wasn't something she wished getting outside.the police would rather conduct an embarrasing check on her welfare, if seeming necessary they would be refaring her to some appropriate government agency or the known support group,the London bridge.the London group bridge, it'd never gotten to her head untill now. no one would believe how believeable her hallucinations had been,she wondered why she felt forefront at determining statistics to what could be refared to as hidden crime.
it felt like being kidnapped, your body lost through space and time , so that when finally waking ,you do not realize exactly where you are, or who you might have been.she only remembers that she had whacked mark across the head with that stool and that he had growled like that animal before colapsing to the floor.she remembered going to the airport after H had given her the address of where might now be the new residence of so called deceased Adulf Cain.she did know, from where she was now, that she did not arrived at that location by the appearance of things.doctor H, charles Roach, Philbert and montoya were flushed in furs twice their sizes , with the snow falling like hail, morphing the world around them. during Evenfall, charles had a shovel work the miserable earth, tipping his hat at she and philbert who was returning with the logs."how'd we get here."replied Montoya ,shorked that her voice was slow."you shouldn't be up!"a voice said"youre bruised."doctor montoya recogni