. I think I would like her permission first, before I allowed you to see it." Oh, a teaser, web cam site, or a porn site, Miss Kidd?" I would rather n...t say, Sir, unless I am required to." No need, Miss Kidd, I have done some of those sites too. In fact I still do, if they are tasteful. Most people, I find, want some hard-core crap, which is more than distasteful to me. This other site," I asked as I opened my laptop. "The name of this site is?"Nicole told me and I opened it and browsed around. He studied each picture, searching for any item that he had missed before. He took care to scrutinize every item in the picture. The last picture on the disk came up and Ed started studying each detail as he had on the other pictures. He still had no clue who the woman with the butterfly tattoo was. Ed started examining every item in the picture.Ed finished examining the picture and pushed away from the table. Something in the back of his mind told him that he had missed something. Ed's. Mr. Jones slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Ellie through. Ellie blinked against the glare, and fumbled to get her dark glasses out. The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe, perched on a steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void."Have a cup of coffee, or some iced tea," Mr. Jones suggested. "I have a few more laps to go." He waved her toward a table off to one side off the pool."Uh, thank you." Ellie said, and decided to have a cup of coffee. The fine bone china. We're goin' steady remember? Least, that's what you told Ron Carter right before Christmas. Dumb bastard gave me seven kinds of shit in the gym, bein' abusive and all. I had to reason with him some. Now, gimme your arm and behave like a lady. This is an upscale joint, so no doggie bags, OK?' She was redder than a beetroot but she took my arm when I offered it. We went in the doors and landed in the lap of luxury. I'd greased the maitre d's palm when I made the reservation, and he had us in a.