Peter Garfield flew in from Ireland a couple of days before that tape was sent to you. We’ve managed to find out that he went to visit his uncle in ...he hospital and then the same evening he sent that tape to you. The following day he flew back to Ireland.’ ‘Are you going to question Phillip Garfield?’ ‘We can’t. I’m afraid he’s in a comma following a heart attack and the doctors don’t hold out much hope for his recovery. Look, we are keeping a low profile. We don’t really want the others to. April would never be singing if she’d heard him enter. John padded down the wood-floored hallway in just his socks, glad for them to be muffling his footsteps. He reached the door and delicately opened it, glad there wasn’t a creaking hinge to give him away. The sound of a soft, lilting voice filled his ears. “Strangers in the night, two lonely people, we were strangers in the night…” John loved to hear her singing; it was such a rare occurrence. April was at the sink, with her back to him. He. If she was this roused then she was very wet, which meant that there was definitely a wet patch on her panties over the entrance to her vulva. The material of her panties was very thin and when wet became transparent. This gorgeous man was looking straight at her open vagina and could see not only the shape of her lips but colour and every other detail about them as well."God, I'm going to cum in my panties!" she thought.He was slowing the rig down, maybe to turn off, she wasn't sure.She. In this town, it’s never easy, is it? Its always some new and creative method of death…my boss has a saying about ‘keeping up with the Joker’s’ with new and creative means of pain and torture. Whoever came up with faceless mutants spitting loogies out their fingertips should get some sort of award, not only for coming up with the idea, but for convincing someone SANE to actually set up the bucks and the tech to pull it off. But I guess any world that has schmucks like Joel Schumacher putting.