”, Detective Gautreaux stated. “No, this interview is over. Please leave my home.”, I asked. At that point, Detective Diaz rose to his feet faci...g me reaching his hand inside of his jacket. I knew he was going for his gun, so I stood as well. Ever since my mother died it seemed no one wanted to hear the truth. Detective Diaz stood there with his hand on his weapon, but it was still holstered. “Am I under arrest?”, I asked. “No, not yet.”, Detective Diaz said in an angry tone. “Then please do as. “I’ll bring them back,” she responded.“Yeah, like last time,” l sneered, “it was two whole weeks last time and then one of them was scratched.”“That wasn’t my fault, she went on holiday so l couldn’t get them, and that one was scratched already.”“No it wasn’t, l take care of my records, none of them are scratched.”“Look,” she sighed, “ can l borrow them or not?”“No,” l replied.“Up yours,” she said turning for the door, “pig!”“Cocksucker,” l replied.Laura froze in the doorway, turning l could. His reputation. Jack chuckled. He rather like his reputation. Jack Dreale was known for whoring and gambling. He did enjoy gambling it was true. Whether it was a sin or not. The whoring part was not true, but he encouraged it. In truth, he had befriended the owner of a whorehouse and enjoyed her company. Elizabeth knew her, and the two had gotten along quite well. Jack’s thoughts returned to Elizabeth. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but knew the truth when the apparition stopped,. The song was wonderful and your voice heavenly. The feeling is gone now, but I do remember that you made me very proud, Christine. Your voice is truly a perfect instrument in every way."Embarrassed, she turned away and studied a mote of dust on the floor. After a moment, she spoke quietly."Angel, I need to go to Erik. I am very worried about him. He should have awakened by now. Where is he, your room or mine?"Wiping the tears from his cheeks, the angelic young man replied."He is in your room,.