Interview started at 21:05." Hello James," the second woman said. "I'm Inspector Collins. This is Detective Sergeant Haste. Do you know why you were a...rested?" Yes, Inspector," James thought that the best approach would be to be as un-confrontational as possible. He knew from what others had said that there wasn't any point in suggesting they might like to let him get a lawyer; even if he knew one. "There were some magazines and papers found in my flat but I didn't..." One step at a time,. The next married guy wasn’t as well off, so it didn’t last very long. It was fun because he was really good in bed, even if his bank account wasn’t up to what she was looking for. It turned out his wife controlled most of the money. His name was Steven, a professor at her school — just not for any of her subjects. In her mind she would never do something like that for grades, after all, as she told Lois, a girl has to have some standards! But like the previous guy, eventually, the wife caught. She felt her hand close around something and foggily remembered bringing something in to the bathroom with her and then she heard it again, that bouncing echo of a giggle. She heard a scream join it and the object dropped from her hand, her fists balling up. The giggle stopped and there was again silence tempered by the cacophony of Doris’s pulse and ragged, bawling breath. Again, her hand went to the object, though this time with a morbid curiosity. ‘Maybe this will be the end,’ Doris heard. ..wait....oh no. I went in the wrong door..." I said faking worry." hummm...sarah why r we here?" she asked me looking at me suspiciosely. I turned around" uhm...I was trying to take you to my locker...and I accidently opened the wrong door. I think it locked us in. " I explained and acted like I was trying the handle makeing it look like theres no lock on this simd" see. its locked....it wont be any use for us to trry to yell...no one will be out there for hours.."she sat on the floor.