Mr Beach sat down and looked around him.“Oh Mr Beach, or should I say Freddie, this is my husband Ben, he will be participating in our interview.”...We shook hands and he sat down again.Sarah came back into the office with a tray of coffees and placed each one in front of us. She then turned to leave. “Oh Sarah, we might need to call you back in a bit later, we might need to assess Mr Beach’s selling potential,” remarked Dee.“Yes, OK Dee, I’ll wait for your call.” And Sarah left the office.I. Piss-poor security.The faint beam from his penlight showed a row of locker doors. Now, it was a matter of finding a uniform that would more or less fit him and maybe getting some cash and ID.Early the following morning, Sgt. Naomi DuPlessis showed her identification to the sentry at the gate. He waved her through, staring appreciatively at her well-proportioned ass as she walked away. Nicely pear-shaped it was.The leather purse had $24 and change in it. Enough to buy Morrison/DuPlessis a bus. . rambling on about Ima Jean 'Buttkisser.' Let me tell you what happened. Detective Balls started with, "Miss Cheeks, tell me about your fight with Heidi Honeypot. News is she was about to replace you. A woman ten years younger was going to replace you in your man's bed and in your movies. Ouch! That's gotta hurt, right? Make you see red - mad enough to kill, maybe?"Can you believe she asked that? There I was crying over the loss of babycakes. I was boiling and spewed back, "Heidi wasn't. Christmas with Patty was becoming a tradition for the two of them, and Robert was looking forward to seeing her and her boyfriend, Mike. Annie’s Christmas would be spent with her parents, who lived in Minneapolis. Three days later Robert received an email message from Annie in which she accepted his suggestion to share a getaway to Hinckley on the last weekend of the month. She was off work already, having booked her last week of vacation for that week, and had been wondering what she would do.