After first determining that the residence of the late Mr. Dorian Gray was not available to me, we set off in the afternoon to find the right place fo... me. The next place was nice enough on the outside, with a very pleasant garden, but the interior was ... hideous, at least from my perspective and I demanded we leave at once.The following home was fine with me, save for the price. It was far more than I intended to pay. Far more, for I was willing enough to stretch my budget, but this asking. " I slipped out the door and into my office."Thank God! I thought you were never going to come out of there," Jamie said."Why didn't you say something?"She didn't answer."Jamie? Jamie what's wrong?"She was quiet for moment before she finally said, "I don't know. Jimmy, I tried to talk to you, but I couldn't make you hear me?" What do you mean you couldn't? Wait, you said you thought I wasn't coming out? Weren't you with me?" No," she said. "I mean, yeah I was there, but at the same time ... I. In a way, it seemed natural andright, and made me feel more comfortable. Somehow, I knew it was anaction ingrained into me since I was a little girl. "You don't want someboy to see up your skirt," my mother had taught me.It was then I noticed my legs were encased in cream sweater tights withbit of a pattern extending down. Since it was fall, and there being achill in the air, I knew I didn't want to get chilled wearing a dressmeant for spring or summer. A brief thought in my mind told me. “Mandy sent this text thirty-six hours ago. She found Magda a few miles north-east of Szeged in Hungary, near the Romanian border.”I read the message. Magda had been savagely abused and was now in hospital. Mandy was paying for her treatment and the surgeons predicted a reasonable degree of recovery. As for the psychopath who’d bought Magda from the brothel and brutalised her, Mandy’s words resonated: Shortly after I arrived he suffered a fatal accident. A cheer climbed into my throat. Maybe I.