Fuck ‘em.”Ed stood up.“OK, Jones. We get the picture. Good job. Put the flag away.”Ed turned to the others.“Jeff, what did you guys find out...about the girl?”“We saw her Friday morning but we couldn’t do it. She was with that girl detective, you know the one. She was checking out the high school kid earlier, and she and her partner were in the house when CJ and Randy got there that night.”Jeff paused. CJ and Randy were good guys. It was bad luck the cops were there when they got to the house to. Sure, I glanced at her legs and enjoyed the way the seatbelt parted her breasts, but I didn’t touch her.When we reached the hotel she drove into the car park rather than dropping me at the entrance.“You coming in?” I asked.“I thought we were having dinner,” she said a bit nervously.“Great!” I said. “Yeah. We should have time to get downstairs and do the buffet thing.”That was the cheaper option, but still quite fancy. We skipped down the stairs and got organized.“So, had any interesting dates. ” Ella put her on hold and told Sal about the conversation. Sal took the phone .”“Hello Stancia, this is Sally, Ella's sort of step mother. I understand that Ella has got herself into a bit of a twist. Would it help if you came to dinner and we explained. I think its only fair you know the kind of people our mutual friend Quentin has got your son involved with?” The answer was yes and as it happened that evening fitted rather well. Ella scurried off to get food ready for a guest. Whilst nervous. But the 18 year old had a dream—the dream of becoming a reporter.With that in mind, the long haired brunette had entered a writing contest sponsored by the Sun Tribune. The prize a summer internship at the paper. She’d poured everything she had into her story, so it was shattering when she looked at the two winning entries posted in the display case for the Pearl Diver. Neither of them was hers.“I’m not there.” she said unbelievingly to her best friend, Denise.“Why aren’t you there?” the.