“You going to tell Ivan now?” Kit asked and Bette sighed; this was not
going quite the way she wanted it to. Bette frowned, shaking her head.

“Kit, I’m not trying to judge you”

“Right! That would be a change! Get out, Bette, get out of my house!”
Kit yelled, and Bette hung her head low, moving to the door.

“It’s wrong, Kit, don’t do this to Ivan, it’s wrong.” Bette stated,
closing the door softly behind her, leaving Kit as she asked.

Kit leaned her head on the door, fighting back the tears, heart
hammering in her chest. Of all the people to see her, it just HAD to be
Bette. Of all the people who would know how wrong it was, of course it
would be Bette.

She wanted to jerk the door open, drag Bette back in and explain to her
how it was. But how could she explain what she herself didn’t
understand. Everything she said was true. She did like Ivan, maybe even
loved him. Her life was finally coming together for her, everything she
wanted, all of it. So why was she pissing it all away? What was she
looking for? A way out? An answer to a question she was afraid to ask?

~*~*~*~*~*

Alice sat down at her computer at home, putting her feet up on the
couch and tapping away at the computer. She hacked her way into the
city hall computer and found who the owner of Twilight was, the club
that was over the Lost ‘N Found. She had a sneaking suspicion that
Susan couldn’t have funded that place all by her lonesome. She was
right.

Jo Wheaton.

Alice found a picture of the tomboy; she was all of 15 or so, posed
with three other of her friends. They’d been a make shift detective
agency then. As she typed, the web page disappeared.

“What the?” Alice asked no one, she grabbed the remote control and
pushed the button to the stereo. The sounds of Melissa Etheridge filled
the room as she tried to get the webpage back. She went back to the
google page and found that the amount of hits had been cut down in half.

“What were their names” Alice asked, rubbing her forehead knowing
she’d read them only moments before. All she remembered was Jo Wheaton.
Instead Alice concentrated on Jo. Finding a few articles about the
young woman, her service with the F.B.I. had been cut short three
months before when she’d quit. Out of the blue it seemed, and Alice
wondered, then she saw it coincided with the opening of the Lost ‘N
Found.

“What the ***** chuck!” Alice grumbled. She continued her search on Jo Wheaton, as if possessed by one of Jenny’s minor demons.