“Since you haven’t introduced us yet, should I assume this is your father?”Peter grinned. “Sorry. Frank Boscow, Frank Tallman. Frank meet Fran....”The two men shook hands. Frank Boscow reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a small flask. “A little Dutch courage, guys?” He reached over to a small counter at the side of the room and grabbed a few paper cups.“Sure, why not,” agreed his counterpart. He shifted his cane to the other hand and held out his hand for the proffered drink.. Ruiz turned toward the cop, hisgun up, then screamed as something shoved through his hand. He droppedthe gun, never feeling the thrust that ripped through his eardrum.O'Malley felt something gentle touch his face. Witherod held onto hischest, tears falling. "Oh Pat," she said."Get out of here. Call the-" He spasmed, feeling something tear in hischest. "Go." He fell unconscious.*****"I hate the weird ones." Detective Lieutenant Stone growled. He lookedat the seven police cars and the ambulances. Out of all the women he knew here in Cincinnati, Michelle always showed the most interest in his Aussie heritage. “That’s right, all the guys would be starting at you and calling you a bloody hot shiela right now. You look really good in those.” He rubbed his chin and looked down at her legs, then her face.Michelle took in a breath, stared at him in his blue-grey eyes, and lowered her voice. “Tell me honestly, Frank. Right now, would you want to do me in these cream heels?”“What?” Frank. She was a beautiful little girl full of sexuality, and he wanted to show that to everyone. What do you think? she asked him as he dried them off and he got dressed again. He paid special attention to the area between her legs making sure there was no sign of anything. A dress, I think. Maybe that nice yellow sundress? he asked trying to remember the last time he saw her in that. Ok, she said and bounded off to her closet. Hows it going in there? Im gonna go alone if you arent ready soon! Alan.