' the last guy, a tall thin black guy said '...you know why we're here, we want to f--k...' Dumb founded I looked quickly from one to the other and no...iced that the first two was removing their clothes. I stuttered '...wait a minute...stop what the hell...you can't just come barging in here and think...' I stopped short as I saw the massive tool that fell from the first guys underwear. His penis was cut nearly ten inches long while flaccid and almost four inches around with a fire red penile. The bastard killed her when he saw me was coming for him. Then he went for me. I finally recognized him. It was Jed.Oddly enough I was in complete control now. No anger, no fear, just focus. I beat him. Badly. But I didn't kill him - I just ensured that he'd never walk again. I might have done more, but once he was down I ran to Susan. The police arrived at the scene at about that time as well.There was no way I could save her - her throat had been cut and she was already dead. Of course, the. ”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been using with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in the arctic circle, to see out the winter in gentler climes.Once the birds were hunted keenly to supplement. I eased my way through the cosmopolitan crowd and headed for the bank of lifts ranged along the back wall. There were five sets of ornate gilded double doors, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of exotic marble. Above each pair of doors was a half-clock arrangement, with a single gold hand indicating each lift’s location.I stood in front of the central lift as it appeared to be descending to ground level. An electronic chime sounded the first bars of La Marseillaise as the double doors slid open..