Closing the door he turned on the lights and looked over the body. The strapless gown had slipped and both naked breasts stood out in all their glory.... The switchblade was still sticking in her chest where he left it to prevent external bleeding. The body seemed to move when he pulled the knife out and a little blood welled up around the wound. He wiped the blood off the knife and then felt along her long slender neck for a trace of carotid pulse. He found none and confirmed she was really. He looked around the bedroomto see if he could find where she'd put the rest of the carton ofcigarettes he'd had. They weren't in her room. He would have tokeep his eyes open to see where she was keeping them. He wonderedabout her. She had never smoked before. Just before noon she returned. He didn't have much done, as itwas so hard to walk in those heels. He almost fell going down tothe basement for the laundry. She told him to fix her some lunch,which he did. After she ate she lit a. The cop impressed me."Joe Solomon," I said, putting my hand out to shake."John Balleia," said the swarthy man shaking my hand. He was in his late twenties, of Portuguese heritage, probably going back several generations on the island."I'm a PI," I said, handing him my card, watching his reaction. He didn't smile or frown as he glanced at it and slid it in his breast pocket. That was a good sign."Waikiki PI? You're partners with Sandy Shaw?" he asked. I nodded my head. Sandy had a way of getting. They fitted him with artificial limbs, they were hideous looking things. After what seemed an eternity Joe was discharged but things were not as they had been between him and Ruth. She came to me more and more and Joe became quite distant.During the time Joe was in France, Ruth and I created our own world of experimenting including infancy? Ruth was at times my Baby? I loved that woman more than anything and I wanted her all to myself? The senseless carnage of the war came to an end in 1918.Of.