The message he gave to the police chief would probably send him into a frenzy. Jimmy was dead, and had been for a while. It wasn't common for a ghost to come back for revenge. This wasn't a Hollywood movie after all, but she couldn't stop him and whatever came of that phone call was out of her hands.<br/><br/>He kissed her again as if it were a common place thing and she felt her breath hitch slightly as he did so. The gentle way he handled her was intoxicating in its own way. After he poured the orange juice she picked up the glass and sipped it as the refreshing liquid made her feel relaxed. "I know a couple if the other members beat their wives, or at least keep them in fear while they hire hookers and such after their meetings. Other than that I don't know anyone else personally."<br/><br/>She paused and thought about his request to keep him under control. That was probably easier said than done. She still didn't know the man very well and stopping him while he was on a rampage may not be an option for her. "I will try to keep you in check." She offered as that was the best she could.<br/><br/>Finished with the juice she set the glass back down on the table and gave a soft sigh. "So how long are you wanting to hide down here? I mean it seems like you're prepared to wait quite a while from all the supplies."