It had been two days since Mary had asked Theo for help in breaking the prison in her mind. And he had readily accepted her request and actively started out to put some ideas to work in order to do so.
The plastic slid smoothly between Mary's fingertips each time she turned a page. 'How many times had Theo gone through this little book of death? And yet, there aren’t any smudges or fingerprints. Did he wear gloves?' She wondered, sitting in Theo's chair in his study, dressed in Theo's sports shorts and t-shirt.
“What about that one?” Theo asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned back to the page he had pointed at and glanced through the man’s information. 'Yep, another woman-beater.' She had noticed that Theo's little book had information about people who were offenders with little
