She wore her costume, the full black suit and as she pulled away, I could see she was still pale, with her fire engine red hair in tangles like a thor...bush in the wild. Her eyes were sharp blue and bloodshot red circled in black. Her black lips cast me a thin smile as she stood, pulling her cowl over her features. I couldn’t speak or move as she unfurled her long black cape around her and slipped away into darkness. She smelled of roses and of orchids. The scent lingered and, by its power,. ’ He said sarcastically. She turned around, gave him a rude look and mouthed, ‘Whatever.’ He made his way over to get his coffee when he saw his appointment walk in. Tim Evans, dressed in a business suit looked the part of the arrogant lawyer. Tim looked to be in his later forties, slightly balding with graying hair. His midsection had expanded, Nick surmised, by one too many visits to places like this and not enough visits to the gym. Still, Tim walked as if he were a god on earth. Nick slowly. Her straight, blonde hair reaches down a few inches past her shoulders. Very thin, her slender arms make an angle to prop herself up, and her white tank top hangs tight to one side of her slim torso. Tight capri pants hug tight the modest curves of her waist and thighs, ending several inches above her bare feet. "You back from college already?" Yeah," you say, moving to the refrigerator to get a drink. As you walk into the room, she won't stop grinning. It's unnerving, like she knows something. 'The way I have it worked out,' Brendan continued, 'As long as you don't leave any bruises or marks on him, and set his body up with one of his girlfriends, there's no reason why the authorities won't think he hadn't popped his clogs with her, instead of you.'Pat was only half-listening. It was madness, sheer madness. So why hadn't she thrown this monstrosity back in his face at the beginning? 'And you really expect me to let that spindly old fucker plant his rod into me?'Brendan reached up and.