No i have to talk t her….but how this can not be talk in her home….what shall i dooo…..all this and many more question,and a mix feeling of ange...,fear,tension rushed through my veins.I called aunty and thanked her for breakfast a asked if baisu is present,she replied yes and asked me to come home as she has to leave for shopping,so i thanked god for the opportunity to talk with her in alone.Aunty has already left for shopping,i knocked the door baisu opened the door i went in closed the door. Most likely it was to leave the detectives bargaining room if they ever found suspects to ply them for real information, or else someone in the department was covering their ass. Burt was able to back-door a copy of it from the coroner’s files.Sofia’s arms and legs showed signs of being restrained before her death and she had struggled in those restraints. The pain pressure points on her hands, shoulders, and neck had been used so much they were severely bruised. There were signs of aggressive. And we want to participate! First we drink some alcohol at the bar, a lot of guys checking us out...We go to the little girls room and when we come out we see another door at the end of a long hallway. There is a screen hanging above the door and a sexy male guard stands in front, only dressed in a black bowtie and a tight black boxershort. We are too curious and decide to go and have a look. As we approach it is clear to see on the screen what is going on behind the door. Thermographic images. The cheeks were shapely, and taut with exercise, without a blemish on the milky white skin. Annabel wriggled on my lap, the waiting almost unbearable as she anticipated that first stinging slapMy hand descended heavily and she gave a yelp of pain but stayed in character."Mr Desmond, stop now and I won't go to the police!"I watched as her skin went from milky white to an angry red, the shape of my hand clearly discernable. I felt like a surreal painter, working on a blank canvass, and decided to.