Then all attention was on John. Once he had been removed to the hospital, the two policemen turned their attention to Mrs Frobisher, and found she was...a perfect witness. They borrowed her phone and sent the pictures to the station. The house was made secure and the excitement was over.When John surfaced again, the pain had lessened, mainly because pain-killers had been drip fed into him. By his bed sat a police officer. John groaned.“PC Graham Woods,” said the constable. “Up to a few. An attractive petit smartly dressed early middle aged lady stood up from where she was seated behind a large ornate antique desk and walked over to me with her hand outstretched. I took it and she introduced herself as Grace Welling the proprietor of Grace Escort Agency. I introduced myself and Grace indicated with her hand toward a large Chesterfield leather settee on the far side of the room where we retired to and sat down. I declined tea or a drink and Grace settled down next to me.‘I have. But that was all. To describe her, she’s petite but voluptuous.Anyway, here we were, vineeta and I trying to make some awkward conversation while waiting for our friends to show up. After a while and a drink or two, we were pretty sure, nobody would show up and it was just us. The conversation got going. She was in a one-piece dress today, similar to my memory of the farewell party, so I made a mention. “Right!” she said laughing coyly, “So you do remember.”“Who wouldn’t? I’m sure you got a lot. Work over; it was time to unwind, the music was hopping, though the club was not packed, there was plenty of fun girls to dance with. Sometime later I noticed someone watching me from the upper balcony, normally closed unless the house was full I thought it strange, a glint of light caught my eye, its reflection interpreted by my brain before I even knew. Margaret!She was there in the dark watching me. Alone? Curious now and as succinctly as I could I slipped away, scaling the rope that barred.