Not just dressed up as one but an actual girl.I sat up on the bed to take in the ridiculously feminine sight that wasreflected back at me.On my feet w...re a pair of sparkly pink stiletto heels with pink bows onthe closed toes. I reached down to take them off but my hands would onlygo within a couple of inches before some unseen force stopped them.White stockings covered my long, slim legs that led up to the dress. Ohmy god, the dress. I stood up carefully on the heels so I could properlytake in. .. Sean?" Uh-huh?" Bring along a couple of those... things you got yesterday, okay?"It was a good thing I was sitting down, because my knees turned to water as soon as she said that. "Yeah, of course," I said. "Anything you say." Good. Just remember that, and you'll get along with this Irish lass just fine," she said with a laugh.The soccer game was a laugher. I was playing with a club team that consisted of guys from all over our area, not just from our community. The team we were playing was. Number 7 was the only house in Smallstreet, which had a basement. And it was not even a proper basement; more like a first floor dug a couple of feet into the ground. A thin stripe of light penetrated the curtains, and I just could not help myself; my curiosity demanded satisfaction. What I saw through that narrow opening in the basement curtains had started five years earlier.Helly and Peter had been married for 7 years when they ran head on into a severe stalemate. It was absolutely no case. We exchanged glances. An outhouse would be damp. Evidence would decay. But the room was dry and carpeted and there was an array of filing cabinets along one wall and a narrow table in the centre. We stood in a line against the other wall. Neil Holt stood by the cabinets."We believe you took these photos from CCTV tapes." Colin began, pulling the photos out of his briefcase, and placing them on the table. Holt examined them."I paid for the use of the tapes and copied them," Holt.