I could feel her stare burning into me.She wanted to see my gun. “No, you can’t see my gun. Now be a good girl. Being chopped up and fed to dogs ...s definitely not on my bucket list.” “Huh? You mean my dad? He’s a pussy. It’s my mom you have to watch out for,” Ling informed me casually. Winslow Po, a pussy? He’s a cold-hearted killer. Before I left the police force there were fifteen unsolved murders that spanned China Town and Little Italy. All compliments of Winslow Po trying to muscle in. She does not notice the rope I am putting on her arm till it’s too late. She notices the rope on one arm and tries to fight me but I don’t let up and kiss her lips to keep her down, surprisingly she kisses me back, still somewhat fighting me with her free hand. I take grasp of it and hold it down close to my bed post where the other rope is. I finally get her hand in the loop I have made and she is now helpless to move. I take her mask off and she stares at me with anticipation of what is to. "She did, didn't she?" She told me she was grounded," I replied. "We were supposed to go to the carnival. Instead she canceled and went to the movies with another guy. So I guess the fact that she felt the need to lie to me disproves your theory about her never suspecting." I guess you're right," she agreed. Her eyes fell on mine again."And she only found out today that you knew all along she lied to you," she added. "On another topic, I can understand what Greg was saying about your poems.. His... ...er residence?" "No, this is the Johansen residence. This is ValerieJohansen. May I help you? From nowhere came a tracery of machine gun fire stitching meup the middle, and as I fell, I could hear Ricky crying "Mommie,mommie..."*** The next I knew I was on a table in the operating room, and there was quite a crowd. Or was the room really that small?Mike leaned over and whispered "Sorry, Tuck-old-bud, but it was all I could afford. These places are EXPENSIVE!" I wanted to.