“Great! Now, what I want to do is to get a real portrait-style photo of you in the robe with the twins. We can go to a studio where the guy will do ...t right.”“Why?” That was a weird question. If you wanted something done right, you didn’t do it yourself.“Because my snapshots are just that. We want a professional job.”“Why? I mean, not why the professional will do a better job than the amateur, but why do you want the picture at all?” Why the emphasis on ‘you’? Did she think him really that. Garry went to her and she held him close."I want to hear everything, sweetie," she said softly, "but the first priority is a stiff drink." She released him giving him a soft kiss on the lips as she did so.Steven had anticipated her and handed Garry a whisky and soda. Garry sipped it tentatively."Mm," he said. "I'll have to get used to the taste but I like the warmth as it goes down." What about you, Polly love? Your usual or something stronger?"Polly smiled at him. "My wicked Uncle Steven. Seeing Kenneth's concern look she smiled warmly. "Its ok as long as he pays for it."Eighteen-year-old Kenneth felt his heart quicken at the at shopkeeper's smile. In her mid twenties she was older them him by at least six years. But dam was she find. With a slime, fit body, and an eye popping pair of tits. But what really lengthened Kenneth's love muscle was the woman's long flowing red hair. He so loved redheads.The name Avian was neatly stenciled on the right hand corner of the woman's work. "That's possible?" the lieutenant asked in disbelief."Yes." she replied simply."So you're saying their story might be true?" I can't tell until I've talked to them," Anne said, but she was convinced. Who else could have known about her research?"That's why you're here." the detective added lamely. He had been hoping that the four people being held at the hospital were drugged out of their skulls.When they arrived at the hospital, Lieutenant Harrison escorted Anne past heavy security to the.