I'm back, after a BUSY weekend. You tell me, what do Ferg and Vic find in Donna's bedroom. I am open to suggestions. I LOVE the comments and reviews I'm getting from y'all. Keep it up.

Bright light streamed in the window of the spare bedroom in Cady's house. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Shit, that Cheyenne sleeping powder REALLY worked. Quickly I took a shower, brushed my teeth, dressed, grabbed the gun and my badge and walked out the door. My stomach rumbled, so I went back into the house to look for breakfast.

Cady's refrigerator had not been restocked since last weekend, so there are the usual slim pickings. I grabbed a strawberry yogurt , ripped off the top and gulped the contents like I'd chug a shot. Wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve, I returned to the truck and sped away from Cady's house.

Starting the truck, I realized that I am NOT looking forward to searching Donna's office. I did NOT want to be privy to Walt's relationship with the other woman, nor did I want to feel as though I 'know' her. When I think of Walt and Donna alone together at night, I want to cry.

Trying to keep my personal feelings away from this investigation is pointless, but I owe it to Walt and our county to do my very best police work. After seeing Walt almost crash last night, all I wanted to do is to close this case and put the bastard who shot the man I love away for a long time.

"Vic, you in?" Ferg says through the radio in my truck.

With my free hand I pick up the receiver and held it in front of my face.

"Yeah Ferg. On my way to V.A."

"Um, you might wanna come to Donna's house first, there is something you need to see."

Shit. I needed to turn the truck around, as the clinic is located on the opposite side of the county as is Donna's residence. I sincerely hoped that she would not be there when I arrived, as right now I'd lose my job if I unleashed what Walk calls 'Vic The Terror'.

"Damn. Ok, I gotta turn around. But sit tight, I'll be there as soon as I can," I answered.

I floored the gas pedal and spun the truck around, narrowly missing a mailbox. Walt hates the way I drive, he always insists on driving when we are working a case together.I drove through downtown Durant and past several upscale homes on the way to the address that Ferg texted to my phone.

I saw Ferg's blue Dart as soon as I pulled into the driveway of Donna's house. Slamming the door of the truck. I ran to the open front door, gun drawn.

"Police! I'm coming in!"I yelled.

No one answered

"Ferg? It's me, Vic? Where the hell are you?"

Donna's house is just about perfect. The spacious living room sported expensive furniture, and a shiny hardwood floor Double French doors led out to a patio area where a small in-ground swimming pool sat unused.

My phone buzzed. Swearing inaudibly, I pulled it out of its holder on my belt. Ferg.

UPSTAIRS. IN MASTER SUIT GOT 2 C THIS

R U ALONE? I texted my answer, needing to know if I should draw my gun or not

ALONE AND ALL RIGHT