"What's more, since Marcus works from home, we can make arrangements tolet you ride to work and back in our truck, as long as you're willing totrust u... with that. At least until you can afford a reasonablereplacement vehicle of your own." Horatio folded his arms, locking eyeswith Nathan.Now the young man's instincts were telling him this was too good to betrue. He met Horatio's gaze and adopted his plastic, unflappable smileagain. His pearly white teeth shone. "I'm willing to entertain. We always had a few drinks, my friend always used to stay the night, he would sleep in the living room. My friend and my X used to flirt a bit. I didn't mind this at all. in fact I would always go to bed before them, my wife would make up a bed for him and come to bed a few minutes later.On one particular evening I went up to bed the same as usual, whilst I was going to bed I heard giggling and protests coming from down stairs. Julie came up to bed a few minute later. After getting into bed I. I come back with an unopened bottle of Malt and a funnel. I shove the funnel roughly into your mouth and down down your throat, you cough and almost puke.I unscrew the top of the bottle and proceed to poor quarter of it down the funnel, it goes straight down without touching the sides.You gag again, what a wimp!I go back and get a bottle of red pills from the medicine cabinet, the label's still in mint condition as are all my supplies and tools here.I come back and put the bottle in front of. The pale blue blouse and black skirt and stockings you wear every day to the office. But today, as you got on a different train, getting off at a different stop, you phone the office and tell them you are sick.Perhaps you are sick, you think as you travel up in the lift to the seventth floor. Glancing again at the text on your phone. “7th floor - room 716.” As the lift doors open, you press delete. Removing all traces so he won’t find out.As you walk the richly carpeted hallway, you pass a.