I gestured at the guy and asked her: "Which one's that? Do you think we look alike?"She did a double take between the two of us and said, "That's Darr...n, and you do look similar. John's much older by way. You're not related, are you?" No, no," I assured her. "I was just curious. I saw him riding by earlier and wondered."She accepted my assurances, and then went to wait on one of the other customers.Since the diner had Wi-Fi, I brought in my computer, ordered a late lunch, and began my stakeout. The next thing Jacqui could remember was waking up in a strange apartment with a very bad headache and a sore arse."Oh dear. A little the worse for wear are we?" asked Queenie who was, in Jacqui's opinion, disgustingly bright and cheerful."What I'll do is this," announced Queenie, "I'll tell them at work that you don't feel well and won't be in today. You just turn over and sleep it off."Jacqui gratefully subsided into a stupor and didn't move until mid-afternoon when Queenie came in from. He withdraws and bounces the tip against her lips teasing her as her mouth searches the darkness for more. He stands her up, arms and wrist still wrapped in blue silk ribbons, he hooks a collar around her neck and weaves a long blue ribbon into its eyelet. Wrapping the ribbon around his arm and wrist he gently drags her toward the bed. Her arms above her head, he secures her wrist to the hardwood spindle that frames all four corners of the bed. He works a short soft rope in through the loops of. "It was more than a little embarrassing, even more so when the others didthe same to him. Eventually they managed to find the cold metal of thedoor and feel around the edges hopping to pry it open somehow.Suddenly, the sound of gunfire overtook the room and everybody took a diveto the group, hoping to avoid getting shot. But Brad was the first torealize that the gunfire wasn't directed at them, but at someone, orsomething else.The gunfire continued for maybe half a minute or a minute,.