“Same thing...”I could hear the word ‘dummy’ unsaid in that sentence. At least it explained how I’d got so lost while never deviating from t...e right road.“Aah. Thank you,” I said, and after a few more questions, returned to the car.“There’s no sheriff in this place,” I commented to Summer. “We can find one in Wichita, I guess, although I don’t think we really need to.”There was a silence between us as we passed an attractive brick church and a few rather more upmarket houses. The local council. And the girl in his lab had given him the idea. Detective Nick Saint would take him seriously after this.He straightened from his task, pushing the sweat out of his eyes with one sleeve covered arm. He moved carefully, repositioned a little here, fixed a belt there. Finally he stood back and admired his work.She was almost perfect, almost. He went back and pushed open her eyelids with his thumbs, holding them up until they stayed. The lids still weren't quite right, the eyes didn't quite. .. this for a short time.’ She pointed at her body like she was disgusted with it. ‘My body has been twisted and tortured until my form fitted my sin.’She continued, ‘When I was alive, I was an adulteress. This might not seem too large a crime you may think, but I fucked men, women, it did not matter, my lust for sex seemed unquenchable. My husband, I neglected, humiliated him, made him feel worthless. In the end, I left him chained to a wall, to cook and maintain the house, whilst I fucked. It eventually escalated to me standing behind her on the packed train in the morning with my cock getting ever harder with the sway of the train while it bounced and rubbed on the crack of her ass. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business.