Sara came downstairs. She wanted to check out the place that her father once owned. She put on a purple tight fitting dress that showed off her model perfect figure. Her hair was pulled in a french twist and she left a few curly tendrils loose to frame her face. She grabbed her purse, and before she headed downstairs, she subconsciously felt to make sure the diamond ring was on it's chain around her neck. The ring had been one thing that Grandma Jane had said belonged to her mother. Grandma Jane said that her mother had left it to remind Sara that she was a child of love. She had been told it was her mother's and grandmother's engagement ring. Sara vowed that she would always have that ring with her. It made her feel like the past generations of her family were watching over her. She touched the ring one last time and tucked it underneath her dress and headed down the stairs. When she entered the main part of Luke's it was pretty dead. Probably hard to get a good crowd on a Tuesday night she thought. The bartender noticed her and smiled.
BarTender: "You must be Miss James. Luke left a note saying that he had a new tenant. What can I get for your? Nothing alcoholic, I don't want to lose my job."
S: Flashes her dimples. "First of all you can call me Sara. I'll have rootbeer."
BT: "Coming right up, Sara." He pours her a glass of root beer. She takes it and goes to sit at a nearby table.
S: There wasn't much going on down here so she was going to finish her drink and go back upstairs. She liked the feeling that this place had. It was very bluesy and comfortable. When she had finished her drink and was about to be on her way upstairs, the bartender called her over and said she had a phone call.
She took the phone, curious to know who knew she was there. "Hello?"
L: "Hon, it's Luke."
S: "Hi Luke. Why are you calling me down here?"
L: "The upstairs line didn't answer so I tried the main part. I found you."
S: "You did, so why are you calling me?"
L: "I need you meet me here. There will be a limousine sent to Luke's. It will take to where I'm at and the driver will tell you what to do."
S: "Why all of that?"
L: "It has to do with your parents."
S: "Okay I'll go along."<
L: "You won't regret it Sara."
S: "I never said I would."

***

Luke has just got off the phone with Sara.
S: "I don't think she needs to know what's going on."
L: "I know you don't, but it is her life that is in danger. She needs to at least be warned."
S: "I don't want to worry her, she just got here, and I haven't even met her yet."
J: "Sonny he's right. She needs to know. It's better that she knows than to be blind sided by an attack. Isn't that what usually got you in trouble with Brenda? You didn't tell her her life was in danger and she kept getting blind sided. I don't think you need to repeat that with Sara."
S: "No, I don't, but..."
L: "Look Sonny it is much easier to protect her if she knows what is going on. She will know that she has to watch her back. It may not be good for someone that young to live like that, but it keeps them alive. Ask Lucky. He probably wouldn't be alive today if he didn't know what was going on when we were on the run when he was young. He knew the ropes. He knew how to handle an emergency. We need to tell Sara."
S: "Fine, we'll tell her."
M: "You made the right decision, Michael."
S: "Thanks pops."

***

Brenda had just retired from her study to her bedroom. She heard noises downstairs. Someone was in the house. Terror and fright coursed through her as she froze in the middle of the bedroom. On instinct she grabbed the gun from her dresser and slowly made her way to the stairs. She snuck halfway down the stairs, her gun trained at the figure near the door. She steadied her nervous hands as she got ready to shoot the possible enemy as the figure turned towards her. "Hello Brenda." Said a male voice.