Claude trusted him, though, and would rather align with him than with the rest of the riff-raff on the slam circuit. Somehow Preston had a link to the...shoreline and all the pretty waspish types who sunbathed there. If he could be rich enough one day to afford one of them, this would suit him better than hanging around the rowdy clubs where they viewed him as some sort of novelty act.Slamming had worked well for a time. He always felt comfortable on the stage, but he also had to live with his. "Remember Brad, if you ever hit Rebecca again, your body will end up in the Mississippi, floating down stream. Who knows, maybe you'll make it all the way to New Orleans." I turned and walked around the building. That ought to hold him, I thought. I don't normally like to bully people but in this situation I actually felt pretty good."Rebecca called me today," Abby told me. We were at Rigazzi's again; seems like we ended up there about half the time when we went to a movie or something. It had. “Good morning” Babli greeted me with sweet red lips.I replied “Good morning..!”Then her the lady asked ”When I can you come to our for private session”.“From tomorrow” I replied and gave her my address.Next day I went to her house as 5.30 and knocked the door.Babli’s mother opened the door and welcomed me and offered a tea. I thanked her and accepted the offer . she called Babli who showed up in tight t-shirt and jeans beautiful like a princes. She took me to her bed room which was her study. Occasionally, the portly policeman had bellowed news up the stairs, in particular regarding Bob Cummings being notified at the Yard, and that the Coroner and a medical doctor were on their way, all of which Mary faithfully and calmly repeated to me.I have to say that Mary remained quiet but calm during our wait for the authorities to run through their due process in the event of a sudden violent death.When she wasn’t clinging onto my arm, or translating the words of people who were.