''Where are you going, mom?'' Before Heather prepared to leave, Leena pulled her mother back into the chair. She can understand her mom's curiosity about Catalina and Francy, but did she forget her actions are plain to see?
''I_I..'' Heather sought out a quick alibi. ''I mean...Francis doesn't know much about women. What if that so-called woman you mentioned is out for his fortune? I, as a close friend and family, should help him.''
''You are right! Why didn't it hit my muddy brain.'' Leena ululated a cry like a Greek expression of sorrow for the dead. She got up and whispered into Heather's ears. ''Let's go to Hotel Harrison and secretly watch her moves.''
Heather nodded. That's her main motto. Her daughter eventually entered the right tracks.
