" Speaking of which, why don't you two kiss and make up so that we can get it on tape?" Spot, their producer, stuck his head into the room. Sighing, B...b and Grant followed him out and into the live room. Greg Norton was waiting for them inside, tapping his fingers impatiently on the body of his bass. At a signal from Spot, Bob coaxed a quiet feedback squeal from his guitar: the beginning of Reoccuring Dreams. For the next fourteen minutes, he surrounded Grant's supple drumming with a force. The coroner came in, stepping to the other side of Gabe. "Oh my," he said as he got his first glance. "Someone really has a problem with women." Or with this woman," Gabe said. "How you doing, Mitch?"Doctor Mitch Vetnor was their coroner, thirty two years old and a huge player of practical jokes. But he took his job and his patients seriously. "Doing good, Gabe. Was better before I saw this but..." Mitch shrugged. He reached around, feeling for a pulse. "Welp, she's definitely dead." Funny,. Inside the room, you could lie back and luxuriate in the Jaccuzi tub which comfortably fit six adults, take a private bath in the smaller whirlpool tub, or, as we were doing enjoy the shower area, which could, conceivably, hold eight. It was HUGE!The shower really was just a area in the middle of the room. Sunken about four inches, with a drain in the middle, the area had four separate shower heads with separate controls for each. These jutted out from four pillars that ran floor to ceiling.. She did tell the other hookers she passed about the killer she had escaped from, starting the grapevine working. With luck, no one else would be taken by this madman. Gloria was standing in her usual spot when Cynthia reached 37th and axel. ‘Damn girl! You had me worried. Where you been the last day? You get beat up by a john?’ ‘Kind of. That last trick from last night, he was a psycho. Kitten said he wanted to cut our throat and rape us while the blood poured over him. I had to jump out of his.