Take the one in the middle — she's wearing an engagement ring. So I'm thinking, watch out for the fiancé turning up at an inconvenient moment, mayb... he's a possible patsy for her disappearance. That portfolio case propped up against her stool — looks like she might be a bit arty — could mean she gets to galleries; great snatch venues, plenty of quiet corners. Slim build, blonde hair — maybe your Caribbean pal would like her; looks like she'd be good between the shafts of a pony cart." She. What did that make him? A jealous husband, like Alex was, of course. Completely in character.Aron didn’t look like he was buying that. But he continued to talk.“David thinks I got the short end of the stick. He’s frank like that. Are you sure you want to hear this?” he looked at Carter.“Whatever he thinks, he doesn’t think it anymore, I’m sure,” Carter shrugged. “I told him how we fucked like rabbits.”Aron’s eyes widened in surprise.“You did? I mean, you’re always so private about these. ."He dragged his thumb across his neck and made a "kkkhhhrrrrt" sound.I understood and suddenly I remembered the bloody handprint on the man's belly."It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was shaking a little."Well, Ed. You best just keep on fucking and beating them. Don't let their crying get to you. They're all useless anyway in every other place. How many have you done?" Two.. She pulled him against her again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she reached round behind her to undo the clasp that was keeping her breasts in place. She slipped the straps off her shoulders, and let the cups fall forwards, allowing her tits to spill out into Mr Pearson’s hands. Her nipples were already flushed and pink, and as he ran his fingers over them one at a time, they visibly hardened, with little excited goose-bumps around the aureoles.………I could hardly believe my eyes. And I.