There was and older gentleman buying drinks for us gurls to see who would go over and sit with him at the bar when it was my turn for the invite i wal...ed over and thanked him for the drink with a little pick on the chick he said your welcum why don't you sit with me i sid O K but not a the bar so he took my hand and led me over to one of the booths along the wall. we sat and he introduced himself has sam and he was in san diego on business that the taxi driver recomended this place to see some. The front half had tables to seat people and a dance floor, of course there was a band playing loud music. In the middle in front of the washrooms, there was a bar with tall stools to seat maybe half a dozen people. A TV on the wall played nonstop porn movies, my husband used to like me to sit there and watch the porn, and get a kick out of men trying to pick me up. At the back there was a door leading out to the lane I mentioned, and near it was the pool table. I often played pool in those. We thought she was a client of Mr. Watson's. She saw him every other week for an hour or so. She was the last person to see him that day. The police found lipstick on Mr. Watson's penis. We think she wasn't a client but a call girl now. The police think so, too, but they didn't follow up because it was a suicide. "We looked at recordings from the security comany that handles our building's security. It's low resolution but Mr. Watson's secretary identified her on the recording and told us that. The two men were dressed in black and both wore sinister ski-masks covering their faces. The taller of the two was standing right behind Liz. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the booth. "Just keep fucking quiet, lady," he snarled, "or things could get really nasty." He pulled a knife from his pocket and with a click Liz felt a terrifying prick behind her ear as the blade touched her neck. Julia gawped in fright. He turned his head to his friend. "Grab the stupid looking one," he.