'Or, was she missing – again?''It isn't possible, ' he decided, again. Maybe the two victims were related. If so, it was possible that one was prote...ting the other. 'But, why? Does she have a sister? And why would either of them be afraid to come forward?'Picking up the phone, he dialed the lab a second time. "This is Mike again. Were fingerprints taken from the ambulance last night?"Damn. Okay, thanks."He got up from his desk and grabbed his coat. It looked like he had some legwork to do. He. The time in the water had washed off a lot of the scum, and I realized how bad my stuff smelled, so I pulled out clean skivies, a tee shirt, and a pair of shorts.When I got back I paused a moment just out of her line of sight. I could see she had tried to tear her hand through the plastic of the cuffs, and gotten a scraped wrist for her trouble. She was slumped down, and I saw a tear running down her cheek. So she wasn't all that tough.Without saying a word, I started a fire, pulled out my. I went quietly down thehallway in my short apricot-colored camisol and hip-hugger panties, withfuzzy bunny slippers on my feet. Peering into the bedroom I saw herstretched out on her back with the covers alongside her, naked exceptfor dark stockings. She is a petite Asian-American and I'm instantlyaroused just by looking at her, even when she's fully clothed. Seeingher the way she was, however, was like being injected with a triple doseof some exotic aphrodesiac.I stood there with my hands. The rear windows were tinted nearly black, to the point where it’s illegal in the UK. The rims were very nice, but the headlights gave it a rather aggressive face, with squinty eyes. I don’t usually see faces in cars, but this one clearly wasn’t in the best of moods. The door handles were flush with the panels, which I like. But then I had a look at the rear and saw no exhaust.“Miles? What kind of engine does this thing have? Supposed to be a V12, right?”“Oh, you did your homework, didn’t you?”.