Adulfs Cains diary wasn't in the drawer but in the empty skull. the therapist guessed that his mother had ransacked the room but found nothing of use. Dr montoya suspicion of Damaris Cain was strong although she could not deny that she liked the woman in a wanton sense. to montoya, wanton was a feeling hardly explainable, she did not like looking up the dictionary for any other meaning.Dr montoya joined Mrs Damaris Cain in the livingroom, the diary tucked in the pockets of her coat, suggested strongly that she would be leaving this night, fearing about sleeping overnight with her sudden discovery. not that she had discovered anything.she did not refuse the scotch drink offered to her from damaris.who began to talk about all her ambitions which was too late for her, although the the therapist didn't see any reasons that it was."my first acting performance was for Marilyn Monroe biography ,required that I should go nude. so I spoke with my husband of then, Jonathan. he refused, led

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

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.

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

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.