They said they would come for me...I don't know what to do."She was sitting in his study. As she poured out her story, Professor Wyatt listened intent...y. His guest, a tall, handsome black man dressed in a dark suit also hung on every word as Mathilde described her finding Judy slumped on the floor of their flat covered in blood and semen."Why are you worried girl?"The soft dark tones of his voice startled her, surely he knew that she had broken the law by sleeping with a black man."They will. My son got me this special DVV thing,” she said.“A DVR for the cable TV,” he said inspecting the setup that sat in the living room, “looks complicated.”“Yes, too much for me, but my son has it set. If I mix it up, when he comes, he resets it,” she said with a laugh.“Give you much trouble, does it?” he said, checking every detail, looking for the flaws in the old woman’s testimony. He had read her statement a dozen times. The police had done the interview. The sloppy DA’s office had never. Just then, one of the deputies noticed the intruder and said loudly, “You’ll have to leave, ma’am.”Heather’s head whipped around, and she saw her friend standing in the open doorway. She bolted to Lauren, who wrapped her arms around the girl and tried to soothe her, rubbing her back and murmuring quietly to her.“You’ll have to leave, ma’am,” the deputy repeated more forcefully.The other deputy looked over and smiled, then moved to the doorway. “It’s all right, Tom, I’ll handle it.” He faced. My intentions were none the less sinister. I walked into the classroom and it looked quite different than normal. It was much more like a lab, but with mannequin heads on the tables. It had a little bit of creepy to it. The room was brightly lit from halogen lights in the ceiling and a shiny hard rubber black floor. The bar height long tables had white tops to them with light stained wood laminate doors to the cabinets below. I could not believe what some of the girls brought. Some of them had.