‘What do you think of that scenario Gil?’ Harcourt asked. ‘Buggered if I know, I’m a reporter, not a bleeding detective. I know the paper ran ... few big stories on the accident when I was still in hospital and convalescing down in Devon. My editor hoped that someone would grass the driver up. I think a few tips came in, but only the usual crowd of little shits who had already been turned over.’ ‘Yeah, no one who wasn’t already on the radar.’ Sandra took over, ‘The type of vehicle was wrong for. As other hairdressers and clients began to filter in, Bob snatched a pink uniformsmock lying on a chair to hide behind. Holding the dress to his front hebeat a hasty retreat to reclaim his clothes.Returning to the dressing room, Bob found only his white pumps, with hiswallet and keys neatly placed in them. Having no other alternative, hewas forced to done the smock, only then did he see the words, 'DollyDimples' embroidered across his bosom. Staring at the refection in themirror, Bob noticed. ”“Honestly? I felt nothing. It’s not that I didn’t care, it was a shock to me. But it’s more like ... the penny didn’t drop, you know? It didn’t sound real. Even now, it doesn’t sound real.”“...”“If someone said she died, that they saw her dead, I would laugh in their face. Katia was the woman-no, the human-no, the most powerful being on this planet. No one could touch her.”“Even if there was someone capable of killing her, I still wouldn’t believe her death.”“But when you called yesterday, I. -Oh, please. Don't relent. I'll be so good and hot to you. I'll do anything you want - and then some, she said.- Well, then get out of that corset right now and put on the blue set with the embroidered little cocks on. And I want to feel your cunt right now, before you change.Eagerly she came round to my chair. When she was standing in front of me with her legs slightly spread I could smell her cunt already, and when I put my hand between her thighs she felt hot, dripping and very much alive..