Part Two

Morning

The apartment filled with the smell of sizzling bacon, frying eggs and toasting muffins. Orange juice and sliced apples joined home made breakfast sandwiches to complete the well balanced and rather delicious meal.

"Oh my god yes." Heather dug in, still naked from her shower. "shis ish sho gud"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Dean joined his daughter at the small table shoved into the corner of his apartment. "And try to chew your food before you swallow it."

"shorry..." After a moment of chewing. "...it's just really good. I've never gotten home made breakfasts like this before."

"Let me guess, you've been surviving on cereal and toast?"

"When mo- Amber remembered to buy groceries."

Dean smiled as his daughter continued to devour the food in front of her. "I always cook myself breakfast before going to work. Stick around and I might make you a fancy omelet."

"Speaking of work, we never talked about that yesterday. All that catching up and getting to know each other and I never asked what you do. The cunt always said you were unemployed or in jail."

"Yeah, she would say that. It's probably easier for her to pretend I'm a fuck up than admit she threw away her greatest meal ticket. I own an auto body shop, Cassidy Customs."

His daughter jerked up in her chair. "Wait, you mean that place off the highway with all the cool muscle cars?"

"That's the one. I took out a loan and started it up just under ten years ago. Your mom..."

Heather glared at her father.

"...the cunt lost her god damned mind when it turned out to be a success. I planned on using the business to prove to the court I was a suitable parent, but she turned it around and got me to start paying more in child support instead."

"That's because..." Heather tapped into her divinely granted knowledge. "...she was fucking the judge. She recognized him from a social club, tracked him down and pretty much threw herself at him. Then she fed him the same shit she was feeding us about you. I- I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. You had no idea what was going on and I got you back in the end. For now let's just talk about something else."

"Well, on the topic of getting me back, you still need to get Stacy back too."

Dean thought of his elder daughter and took stock of what he knew. She ran away from home a year earlier and hadn't been heard from since. Heather's craving for attention (sexual and not) derived from always being looked over in Stacy's presence. She was also quite stacked if Heather's off hand comments were at face value. But as for who she was, Dean knew nothing.

"Alright then, tell me about your sister."

Heather let out a sigh. "Well, I remember her acting out a lot when we were young. Even as a kid she'd always get into shouting matches with Amber. I always thought that was bullshit, the cunts favorite hates her and still gets all the special treatment. And then there were Ambers boyfriends. As Stacy got older and more... developed... a lot of the guys being brought through the house started getting super creepy around her. She hated them as much as the cunt so I don't think anything happened, but it was still a pretty messed up way to grow up. Her grades were alright and she dated a few guys in highschool, never anything too serious as far as I know, then when she turned nineteen she left."

"Just like that? Gone?"

"No, not just like that. Her and Amber got into a massive fight. I was out training for regionals at the time so I only saw the aftermath and heard about what happened second hand."

"Saw the aftermath?"

"The kitchen was a mess and the livingroom was totalled. Amber said Stacy lost it and trashed the house, but even then I suspected otherwise. I still don't know for sure what it was all about."

"Well, there's no time like the present. If I have power over her too then finding her shouldn't be hard." He placed his cell phone on the kitchen table and cleared his throat. "Stacy knows my phone number and will not hesitate to call."

The pair stared at the inanimate block of glass and rare metals.

"Give it a minute..."

A minute passed.

"Maybe she's not near a phone?"