You keep drinking so much and I’m sure it won’t be long,” he said. He didn’t laugh.“Any idea what the weapon was?” Sally asked. She figure... out quickly that she would get the most information, quickest.“Something wide like a bowie knife and the killer cut her throat. He also punched her in the face more than once before he cut her,” he suggested.“Can you misfile this until Monday?” I asked.“Why,” he asked Sally.“If it gets to the DA they will call it a hate crime and we will lose control.” I. Eventually the guy in the truck looked over and saw my baby girl, her legs spread, her back arched, her fingers covered in her juices. He quickly got his bride’s attention and she leaned over him staring wide eyed at my little girl. I saw the woman bite her lip as she saw the collar, her eyes travelling to the chain wrapped around my hand. Suddenly a look appeared in baby girl’s eyes, and the next thing I knew, her feet were up on the dash, and her hips were tilted towards them, her hand. As they left the pub, Emily slipped her arm through her Uncle's for stability and proceeded to chatter away as they walked home. They looked the most unlikely pair. Her extremely petite frame was no match for his bulkiness, and at four foot nine, she was a good foot and a half shorter than her Uncle.But, she could talk the ass off a donkey, that was for sure. John found himself speeding up in order to get home quicker, but she kept slowing them down; her shorter legs could not keep up with his. Her activities didn't bother him, but he did get annoyed when she asked him what to wear. "Wear what you like", he replied. "You are not going anywhere special just to visit your friend's mother". She muttered something and just picked out a reasonable outfit. Her next comment was "I'm off". As she walked next door he did wonder if there was more to her relationship with the neighbour for one day while in the front he had said to the bloke. "My wife seems to like you, she speaks highly of you..