After breakfast I went to the fountain in front of The Haven to drink coffee and try to plan my day. I really wanted to interview Joey Middleton. I ha... no authority to drag his ass out of school, so I might have to work with Ray after all. I could try to steer him in what I though was the right direction, but he wouldn’t agree I was sure. Working with Ray was pretty much out of the question.I went back to my notes to find someone who I could reach during the day. The homicide victim had a name. “Oh yeah, I love these tits, baby!” he exclaims, slapping and tweaking her damp dark nipples.“Nee, no tits, Emiel. Tieten for baby now,” she pleads. “Come, better you fuck arse, neuk m’n kont, okay?” she continues, extracting his penis and twisting around to proffer her backside. He pushes her torso down onto a grime-streaked metal dustbin lid, her slender brown buttocks mooning skyward. Hawking a large gob of spit onto her anus, he presses his bulging glans into the puddle of warm saliva, and. An experimental solution Trigger was unpacking silently. The two hadn't talked much since coming on board. Trigger and Holly didn't get along. Each was a decorated war hero in their own right, so there was a mutual, if grudging respect. Ultimately though, they had different ways of operating that usually didn't complement one another, personally and professionally. In their off hours, he was a well-known ladies man, while she was much more private with her love life, despite having the nick. There wasn't time to get through it, it may as well have been a dead end. She realized she was going to die. She held up her arms to brace her sudden stop against the door, then spun around and dropped to the floor, arms still up in an instinctual protective position even though they weren't going to do any good. The werewolf was right in front of her now, she saw it pounce, leaping into the air with sharp claws forwards and its mouth, full of sharper teeth, wide open. She shut her eyes and.