We were at a media event in a big London hotel. She looked so good you would have been forgiven for thinking she was there to take part in the schedul...d photo-shoot. She was not one of the celebrity cast list, however, and signed herself in as a working journalist.I was head of the PR team holding the preview of an upcoming TV programme in front of an audience of about 40 journalists and photographers, plus actors with lead roles in the production.Most of the journos were familiar hacks from. I had seen much more scantily clad women on the river boats in St. Louis so this show was tame as compared to that. But the men in the saloon seemed to like the show. They were whistling and hooting up a storm as the women threw their skirts around with their hands as they twirled in a circle. My attention was riveted on Arabella. She was making her way around the place. She stopped and talked with some of the men there. She seemed very friendly but looked as if she took no guff from them as. It was done so fast I couldn't believe it. It wasn't till she turnedto me that I finally panicked. I don't remember getting out of the car ormuch of anything else till the cops were asking me if I was allright.Of course the cops didn't want to believe a small woman had been able topull a grown man out of the car from a sitting position. They found a bikeowned by a man who swore he didn't know anything about it. The platesmatched but that was all. They actually had the nerve to make it seem. ”“You sound like you’re fitting in then.”“Yeah ... a lot more than I thought I would.” She chewed on his fingers a bit more, catching them between the points of the massive teeth along her jaw. Apparently she’d become a house cat when he wasn’t looking. “But Jack’s a fucking kid, and now he’s got kills under his belt.”“He tell you about what happened?”“Jacob did, filled me in on some details he got from the Prince. I knew about the kill on the first night, the frenzy kill, which is a major.