"Your sister has had sex with somebody," Jim. Had Jim been in full control of his faculties, he might have noticed that Mark's eyes were darting around the room again. Further his breathing was shallow and there was a bead of sweat starting to appear on his forehead.
"Somebody," said Mark. "What do you mean - somebody?" he said. It didn't occur to him that this was a strikingly odd way to respond to what his father had said.
"I mean some guy has had sex with your sister, Cathy. That's why I asked you who she's been seeing. I know she's been having sex and I want to know who with."
"You mean you don't know who it was?" gasped Mark. Then his face straightened "Um, Dad? I mean how do you know and all? I mean that she's been ... you know ... doing it."
Jim thought about showing his son the pictures, but he couldn't. "You'll just have to take my word for it. There are ... photographs. That's all I can tell you. But I may need your help in finding this guy. I want to have a long talk with him," he growled.
Mark said, "Sure Dad, I'll help you out. Um ... let me go make a few calls right now." With that he bounded up the stairs. Jim heard the door to his room slam. Suddenly, all the work he'd done caught up with him. His nap had been short. He sat back down and drifted back to sleep.
It was dark when he woke up. He glanced blearily at his watch. Almost midnight. He levered himself up out of the chair. Something had awakened him. What was it?
He heard a noise upstairs. Was Cathy home? Something made him creep carefully up the stairs. He heard voices, but they were coming from Mark's room, not Cathy's. He crept closer. The door was closed, but there was light coming out from under it. He could almost hear the voices clearly now. One was female. He put his ear to the door.
"Cat, No! You're crazy! He's right down stairs. And he knows, Cat!"
That was Mark talking, and he was using his pet name Cathy. And it was Cathy who answered him.
"You've told me that 10 times. But he's asleep. Come on Mark, I need it so bad. He won't hear us if we're careful."
What was this? Was she on drugs or something? What did she need? And why would she need it from Mark?
"Cat, you promised he would never find out!" whispered Mark loudly. "You said he had never see those pictures. But he said there were pictures. It had to be in the magazine. Remember this morning, when we did the second shoot? Didn't Randy swear that you had full and complete control of the negatives? He can't be selling those to anybody else. You sighed a contract! I'm telling you Cat, he saw that Playpen issue!"