“How bad is it?”“They’ve got you tied to eighteen murders.”“Shit.”Candice hung up the phone looking pale. She sat there shaking for a mo...ent. She sat there until she was alone at her desk. Her hand trembled as she picked up the phone to make a call to one of her masters.“Exalted Master Stephen Augustus Stapleton, the Third. This is Slave Candice.”“What is it?”“Peter Moore called.”“He what?” Stephen shouted.“He called me here at my desk.”“When?”“Five minutes ago.”“Come up to my office,. In the draining rack next to the sink was Mrs Ellaby's thermos flask, which Cate had obviously washed out. Seeing it I felt an overwhelming urge - almost a compulsion - to return it immediately. I was still dressed in the clothes I'd been wearing yesterday and really needed a shower, but that wasn't enough to stop me. Grabbing the flask, I marched across the landing and rang Mrs Ellaby's doorbell. When she came to the door it was if she'd been expecting me."Come in dear, come in," she said.. He wasn't helped by his obvious interest in Ian's date. Amy looked like the stereotypical blonde bimbo—long hair, a bit too much makeup, a demin skirt only slightly longer than a belt, and a sleeveless shirt that bared more cleavage than Jess would ever display. Jess caught Kyle staring at Amy's breasts several times, and even kicked him under the table over appetizers, making him flush with embarrassment.Amy also proved to be surprisingly intelligent, and she seemed smitten with Ian. He, in. Tuesday night, she is going clubbing, she says." On her own?" She is over twenty one, Manfred. How would I know? So, Wednesday, she is not in the office but I am in Frankfurt. 3 pm I get a call from Albrecht to say Tracy has not come into the office, she is not scheduled to be out or travelling and she is not answering her phone and do I know where she is?" 'Cell or apartment?" Both." Oh." So by 8pm, I am back in Berlin and go round to the apartment but it's empty. No sign of Tracy. No sign of.