.. calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have against her?Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes closed. He was s...ted, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be. "Officer Scarborough," Baker began."Detective Scarborough," the man corrected."I apologize," Baker said. I saw his shoulders tense. He was getting no cooperation from his own witness. "Detective Scarborough, did you find yourself at a park opposite the Terrace Motel on the afternoon of June 19th?" I did," the man answered."And what did you observe?" Baker queried."I saw a known accomplice of Desmond Huntley, also known as Tiny Huntley, remove a backpack from beside a bench and replace it with. As he watched, he saw her attach an arrow to her crossbow and aim it at the roof of a nearby building. Realising she was about to use the arrow to ascend to the roof to make her escape. Bart ran forward at super speed as she fired the quarrel in the air, a cord connecting it to her crossbow and a reinforced section of her costume. As Bart ran faster, the world around him appeared to moving in extreme slow motion. This included the arrow that had flown from the crossbow, jumping as he ran he. She suggested I get a couple of shot glasses bring the bottle and join her. While I fumbled around, I noticed the lights go off and a a steadily growing glow from the front room. as I walked into the front room I could see her face in the flow of the candles, she did look nice, not playboy magazine nice, but nice none the less. As I sat, she poured the drinks, held up the glass and said, "Here is to new friends." Not being a drinker, I sipped the shot she took on one gulp. Molly stood up.