All she wore was a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.Dr. Coughlin walked past him, and from the side of his mouth whispered, "Make us proud ...f you, John." He too sauntered over to the bar, and stood next to Adonis and Argie.The woman in the skimpy black cocktail dress strolled slowly across the room and joined the women standing in front of him. She gave the woman wearing bra and panties a peck on the cheek, and whispered something in her ear, making her laugh.Then she began a slow. The corpse soon joined the line of black body bags behind a parked ambulance, hidden from the gathered TV cameras. No doubt an effort to give them a dignity in death that they didn't have in life.So… what happened at this old townhouse?DC Blakely scribbled into his notepad, twitching his nose at the acrid smell of burnt furniture. He turned to his colleague, the buxom brunette DC Anderson. “You know what sort of shit used to go down here?”“No. Should I?”Blakely signed under his breath. “Fuckin. .. I never knew you..." she gasped, flustered, her beautiful light brown complexion suffused with rosy hues, either a residual flush from the orgasm she had just had, or a faint bloom of happy embarrassment.Dawn gave her the bemused half-smile. "If I had known how good that was going to be, I would have done it years ago," she said, brushing the strands of wet hair out of Tamara's big, saucer-like eyes.Tamara's eyelids fluttered. She was actually flirting with Dawn, Laura noticed."Actually.... Then he stood and nodded to the Major Domo, who pounded the floor again. As one the assembled worthies rose and applauded the new Emir. After allowing the applause to continue for some time he held up a hand for silence.“The body of my late father will lie here in the Throne Room for one day for all who wish to do so to pay their last respects. His funeral rites will be performed soon after the sun sets.”Again he nodded and again the Major Domo signalled to the assembly and they all filed.