Kelso takes charge, and kinda pushes Parker into the big recliner. Parker takes a quick glance at me, and gets a worried look on his face. Kelso fills...him in on everything they had learned so far. “Now—spill it---everything---what's he been doing”?Parker started yappin like a caught gangster in a 20's movie. In fact, had it been so, he would have won an Academy Award. He went on for hours, and told them everything. How my yard customers were more so just cover's for 'escort service'. That the. She was an exquisite creature. Her skin was creamy white, she had lush and gleaming red hair, and perky breasts bounced with each step she took. She walked towards me, like a model on a ramp, and I struggled to look away from her breasts. “You like what you see?” she said, her voice sweeter than honey dipped in sugar. To illustrate her point, she grabbed and jiggled those massive knockers. I was at a loss of words, and managed to stammer, “I... uhh... can I… help you, mam?” She grinned. Perhaps she was nervous that women of her trade should not involve themselves in idle gossip, especially since customers came here with sensitive information, and often shared it in the throes of passion, and expected their coital confidences to never be discussed again. “I am not sure,” Younos said, “but I think he was murdered by a Nubian.” He grinned again. He actually knew that Agathon had been murdered by the same Nubian who was fucking princess Mediha, but he wasn’t going to tell his. Upbridges was a so called high class department store in Knightsbridge and attracted the high rollers, many rich Arabs of course and big spending yummy mummies in droves. Grant, according to the news items I’d read left in one of my boss’s planes, had installed mini cameras in the female changing rooms and was sharing the recorded fruits, with various perverts world wide. He’d lost his job, the family had moved, and he was now shelf filling in a supermarket. Jago had been on an apprenticeship.