Still wearing an obvious expression of utter disbelief, I turned and fled the room, dimly aware of how tight my pants suddenly were, and just how awkw...rd fleeing was at the time. Her excuses fell on deaf ears. I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn't so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad's profession, obviously obligated not to sleep with his wife, but the fact that I. And as we held each other, he looked into my eyes and whispered, “Remember mom, no matter where I am… I’ll always come visit you, and I’ll always love you.”With tears in my eyes, I looked back at him and whispered, “And no matter where you are… I will always love you, my sweet boy.” And then we kissed deeply one last time, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling completely exhausted and totally sated.I’m not sure how much time passed, but suddenly I was awakened by a rush of cool air. I pulled the. “That one that helped us with my ex’s court case,”“Diane, one of the partners, yes.”“Tina’s best friend is called Diane Egil and she’s a solicitor too.”“No shit? Fuck me, what a small world!”While we were sat there, I started to rub my biceps. They had got very stiff from being locked in place. Laura noticed this and tugged at the bottom of my t-shirt.“C’mon, off,” she instructed.As I started to pull it off, she ran upstairs and was back in a little bit. When she returned, I was stuck again. My. Jones. When I visited him on Thursday, I asked some pointed questions about recent cases. He said that he couldn't mention any current cases, so I asked for speculation. He said that he must refuse to speculate, but... "I've been wondering about a drugstore on East Main Street. It was vandalized about two weeks ago and a pharmacist is in the hospital with two broken legs, he claims he broke his legs falling off his porch. I could believe one leg, but not two!"I probed Det. Jones mind and got.