.. and Sophia... Oh. That night, my last night at the JDC, that was the only time with Sophia..."I was at a total loss for words."When it became clear...they were pregnant Mary spun me a story about them both being drugged and raped by a gang of young offenders—old inmates of the JDC bent on mischief. Sophia remembered only one. She could not describe his face and her description of the physical attributes she could remember were, to anyone who hadn't seen you in action, Sebastian, fantastical.. Dusk. Earlier this week Iroughed up some gang members as him. And the gang are now terrified ofDusk. Not just the few I'd scared as Dusk. All of the gang members." Iexplained. "You see I hacked their phones and I've been eavesdropping ontheir messages, old and new. They think that Dusk is behind all thedeaths in the Queensbridge Houses, that he was making his move to takeover..." I explained.Shang listened with interest."Well I kind of was taking over the gang as Dusk. I'd hoped to solve. She was lifted and squeezed between two men, as the driver gunned the motor and the Transit rumbled noisily away from the end of the road, her usual route home where Nigel her father often picked her up. Old Cyril Gundelow watched from his end of terrace house, his regular lust subject ascend the two steps up, savouring for a change in winter the sight of her little white panties in her hurried actions. He often saw those in the spring and summer when wind would blow her pale green/white. ”“Oh.” He looked around, and no-one seemed to be needing his attention at the moment. “Tell me now.”“Well, there are many boxes piled up inside, and I don’t know what they are, for I don’t know the words on the boxes. Even the pictures don’t make sense to me for many of them. I got Sheila to come and tell me what they said was in the boxes, and that has helped with words for many of them, but I forgot to ask her what ‘chain saw’ meant. ‘Saw’, I know is a tool for cutting through wood, but.