"The detectives were in the living room with Stacie and Charlotte. They introduced themselves as Sergeant Lake and Constable Squires. We all sat down....Lake said, "Mr. Charles, I wanted to wait until you were present before asking my questions." He turned to Stacie. "Mrs. Charles, what year did you and your mother come to Regent Park?"Stacie looked at him quizzically. "I believe that it was 1994," she said.Lake continued, "To your knowledge, did your mother know Ted Daley before you moved to. Solby had taken over the washing after I had an incident. I had run out of washing powder and clean shirts at the same time. So I put a load in and used washing up liquid as a substitute. Bad move. I had to cycle the whole wash three times before getting the suds out of my shirts. Even then they smelt of detergent for days. Mrs. Solby had different views. The powder drawer was quite big and she believed that it had to be filled. I could not understand why she was adding washing powder to my. He grabbed my chin roughly and looked into my eyes. "You do not know, slave?" His eyes were dangerous. I wished to hell I knew so I could tell him. With tears in my eyes, I shook my head no."Well, slave, last night when my friends were here, I saw you looking at Madame Dominique with LUST." He slapped me in my face as he said this. I opened my mouth as if to answer, but I had not been given permission to speak. He glared at me, grabbed my already sore nipple, and twisted as hard as he could.. ”“For all the good it did her, or so I hear.” She tilted her head curiously. “And here I thought you would prefer it this way? I can certainly be more enigmatic if you’d like.” She smirked at me as I shook my head. “No? Very well.”“So, is there something I can do for you?” I stepped to the side, hoping to keep the witch’s attention away from the woman lying on the floor behind me. “This seems like a lot of trouble to go to for a social visit.”“Right down to business, then? Pity. I was hoping to.