“Filthy… like some fucking a****l!” She scowled.“That’s pretty much what you wanted.” I responded. She went quiet for a few moments before...she quietly replied.“I… I guess.”“How turned on are you right now?” I asked and again she fell quiet a moment.“I want you in me, master.” She looked me right in the eye. “I need it.”“You are a dumb fucking whore, aren’t you?” I grinned. She nodded. “Go home, get cleaned up and come back to mine. I have one more night with you and I want to enjoy you while I. He tossed the keys into the nearest garbage can, making sure that they sank to the bottom. They washed and detailed the car in silence for the next twenty minutes, paying particular attention to the tires at Jason's direction.Once done they headed for home.Sergeant Miller's conviction that Chad Buckingham had been murdered was strengthened when he read the results of the crime scene investigation the next morning. It was not what had been found that interested him but what had not been. We tried to take it in.“So, you two know each other?” Sarah seemed puzzled.“You must be Charlie,” mum squeezed through and past me, holding out her hand to shake. “Sam has told me all about you.” There was a pause before Charlie noticed mum. “And accurately,” mum giggled, her head nodding as she scanned Charlie up and down.“I loved your show. We loved your show.” mum now turned to the dancer. “I’m Sam’s mum. I didn’t know Sam knew any ballet dancers.”There was a pregnant pause as Tiff stood. ’ She left the door and started inside, presumably to find a phone. Shawn followed, ‘Is you husband here? I have business with him.’ The woman had found a phone and had hit 911. Shawn wasn’t deterred, ‘You know he paid people to hire me to kill Susan. I’m sure you’ve read the papers. She’s gone missing.’ The woman still held the phone in her hand, but had pushed the button turning the cell off. ‘I don’t know who you are, or what you’re talking about.’ He repeated, ‘Your husband paid.