<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>Lorraine typed in her number and pressed the green button. As she held out the phone to Vince, the lights went out. Her head came up with a jerk. Dark eyes peered through the darkness towards tall tree, searching for the source with her new vision. "Greg...," Lorraine sighed. It seemed her bed would have to wait.<i>At least I won't have to go looking for him.</i><br/><br/>"That's Greg. The one that made Brandon and the other guy do those things in the house. He had some sort of power over them. You should leave," she lowered her voice, hoping only Vince would hear. "I'll take it from here. Don't worry about the bike."<br/><br/>She raised her voice, calling out to Greg. "A question for a question. Go ahead."<br/><br/>**<br/><br/><em>Conviction spent: second sight active</em>