She thinks...she thinks you're my girlfriend."Jordan's smile fell apart like a broken mirror."What? How?" You haven't looked in a mirror have you?" I ...ean not since I did my make...no." Eric held up his cellphone usingthe camera app like a compact mirror. "Okay, my hair's down, it got blownaround by the wind..." And you're wearing women's clothes." I explained that." And you smell like a girl." You were out of body wash." And you're wearing makeup." I...barely slept. I didn't want to look like. Alice spent all the following day awaiting Wednesday night mass. Not for the service, but for afterwards. She sat in the pews with her parents before the sermon and put on her best Catholic schoolgirl smile, giving no one a hint of what she was up to. Father Michael stood in a corner and listened to the main sermon about penance with a crooked smile. She’d never seen him smile before. It made her laugh silently to herself. Of course, the head of discipline would have a hard on for punishment.. “She means well,” she said. “Just looking after her Mum.”“Quite right, too,” I said. “She ought to join the police.”“She is a special constable,” Honey told me. “She’s got a real strong sense of right and wrong. I hope you didn’t mind that too much. Anyway, she’s done her duty and I can tell she approves. You did very well.”In truth, it hadn’t been that bad, because the imagination is a good companion, particularly when your interrogator is a sexy young woman whose body you can fantasise about.. It seemed like it would be unnecessary, but if this had been the state everyone saw from the start, it would not seem out of place. As I moved around the room, I tried to get a sense of where the strange sense was coming from. When I got behind the throne, I felt the sensation emanating from the back of it.I ran my hands along the back and felt along the surface for anything that would explain my unease. My hand finally found a depression and I pressed down on it. The sound of shifting stone.