‘But I guess I’ve got a soft spot in my heart. Besides, you never took back your credit card, and I’m no thief.’ She held it out to me. I acce...ted it, sliding it into the vest next to my license, and thought a car would be more useful. ‘Can I drop you off somewhere?’ she asked, sounding a little reluctant. Belatedly, I remembered swallowing one of her hairs in the bathroom about a million years ago. Stacey claimed doing that, with some special lip gloss, let her influence people. I’d been able. Unlike the two younger men, who appeared to be in their late twenties and early thirties, the two older gentlemen looked to be in their early fifties. The older men still looked well-preserved; although, one had a slight paunch and thinning hair, while the other was in great shape and had a full head of silver hair. Melissa was interested to note that all four were very handsome in their own individual ways.Brad Pittman spoke up to relieve the uncomfortable silence. “Well, it looks like we. Her red hair was piled high on top of her head. A man stood beside her, finally pulled her off Marcus. It wasnt until he moved closer to the light that Cassius realized he knew him. The first three dead girls had been prostitutes. The redhead on the rocks was not. Not if these were her parents. Cassius. The man, Titus Tulia, turned to face him. His mouth was set in a tight line, dark shadows were cast under his eyes. Is it Claudia? Is that my daughter? He had no idea. But Marcus might. Marcus.. ”“Maybe we can even get two boxes of popcorn each,” Chom said.Sean returned to work after recovering from his trip to the woods. Holding a French fry above the fryer he said, “You will tell me all you know or I will drop you in the boiling oil!”“No!” he cried out in a high pitched voice.“Who is blackmailing Rita?” Sean asked shaking the fry.“I will tell you nothing,” he answered in a high pitched voice.“Talk now or it is the oil for you!”“No!”Sean released the French Fry and watched it fall.