After rummaging through Purity's apartment, they found a couple of suitcases and a laundry basket, and emptied her dresser and closet into them, picking up the clothes that were scattered across her bedroom floor. Taking a smaller bag, he found under her bathroom vanity, Deacon packed her toiletries: toothbrush, shampoo, body wash, all the things a woman needed that men couldn't even comprehend or appreciate. Once they finished, everything stacked in the living room, the three men stood there, hands on their hips as they stared around at the place. “You sure we shouldn't call the sheriff or whoever passes for law enforcement here in Summermire?" Logan asked. “It is a crime after all." Deacon shook his head. “They'll make a bigger mess or do nothing at all." He shrugged, shaking his he