With that he nodded down the hall saying that doesn't look suspicious at all as all three of them came back together looking a bit guilty. Well I gues... you know what you would do now I said breaking the ice. As John dealt the next round he said well at least we know what we would do for starters. Jim smirking said yeah I think after this round im going to find out what I would do next. I get to go first I said.I stood and headed back. I paused for a few minutes looking at the mess. It really. Jim opened the door and before we could even jump on him, he gave us the signal to stay and be quiet. So we did.Then he put something down on the floor where it was looking right into Jim and Cheryl's room. I think it was something that made pictures of what was going on; I'd seen Jim use it before when we went on rescue and recovery jobs, and later, he showed it on the TV, what we did. It was weird, 'cause the dogs in the pictures didn't have any smell. Jim said it was me, but I didn't see. She opened the fridge, gazed at the half filled bottle of white wine and an alarm bell chimed somewhere in her head telling her that alcohol was not the answer.She turned on the radio but she couldn't concentrate, whatever the voices said her mind drifted back to the papers on the table. She picked them up but couldn't get past those words at the top of the page, her eyes filled with tears and she put the papers back on the table face down.She made tea, the English solution to every problem,. She would be dead from asphyxiation now if it had been left around her neck but who ... or WHAT had severed the thick strap and saved her from choking? The leather was too tough to be pulled apart and the broken ends weren't frayed or cleanly cut but crushed and pitted by extreme force. Surely a slave could never bite hard enough? There HAD to be rational explanations for this and the other recent strange events. Some of the house slaves were making foolish noises about the château being.