" Ms. Trask?" the Chief Inspector asked Pandora."Yes, sir?" Pandora sasked in a soft, sweet voice."Go down to the morgue with Mr. Martin, and look thr...ugh the bodies therefirst, before helping him to find his lost brother Eddie!"As she and Martin walked downstairs, she said, "That fence you sold the'ruby' to was just arrested this morning in a raid on his shop. Headmitted being part of the gang that robbed the bank, and to palming offhis share on the three of you!"They then etered the morgue,. The old taxi is a very good transport around a city. Tiny turning circle (less than twenty-five feet) though it's five turns of the wheel lock to lock, and relatively economical, with loads of space inside. It's rather crude, mechanically, being rather like a diesel Morris Minor on steroids.Anyway, we swept (rather noisily) up to the hospital reception and I got Hazel, and her chair, out of the car and up to the prosthetics department. We were early, but unusually they took her in straight away. On friday night two weeks ago I bumped into the two of them in a pub in Stirling, they were out to celebrate Jane's 60th birthday. I had just finished my work so I was still dressed in my manky working clothes, so after having a quick pint and a chat with them I left to go home, Elaine had mentioned what pubs they were heading to later and suggested I come back after getting washed and changed, I really could not be bothered but with the possible chance of getting my hole and it was my. You can't count on me to always be the one to say no.” She got up, let her robe open and stepped forward. He forced his eyes away from her glorious tits and looked up. Candy brushed his hair back and traced the rims of his ears with her thumbs. “Evan, I'm more like you than you think.”He nodded incoherently. Candy slid her inner thigh up the outside of his leg, straddled him and sat on his lap. “I haven't been—I don't always make good decisions. I've made some terrible choices.”“Don't worry,”.