She had gotten married so very young, at the age of only 15 with her parent's permission, just a baby herself so she was relatively still a young woma.... Attractive still with long dark hair, pale skin and big dark eyes and a pretty good figure too, after carrying one daughter whom she never saw any more since she had moved away across the country. She still tried to look nice for him. Why she did this, she had no idea! He never looked at her as a woman anymore and it had been like that for. Robert will do.” “Oh okay, Robert.” “Anyway, I have to be off. Help yourself to a beer. I’m sure Judy will look after you, anyhow.” “Mrs Morris! Yes, she does… I mean she will, yes.” Robert Morris gave Matt a manly slap on the shoulder, went to kiss his wife and set off on his next trip, briefcase in hand. “I’ll just get the tools out of the shed and I’ll make a start, Mrs Morris,” said Matt. “Okay. Actually before you do, Matt. I wonder if you could give me your opinion on something?” . They do horns too." Yeah, I've heard of that." I glanced at my notes. "How about that plasma, sure it's blood? Didn't come from someplace else?" It's blood, yeah. But it's necrotic, that's why we didn't see anything the first time through the lab. The cells are there, but they were dead. Had to eyeball it to figure that out. Stupid computers." That's weird." I reached for my cigarettes."Yeah, we're not sure what that means," Sweeny said. "Got any thoughts?" On the blood?" I chuckled, blowing. Dipping her head she started to vigorously towel her hair.The silence was making her nervous. "There were plenty of towels I take it"Tory joined the conversation. "Enough for a third person."The implication was not lost on her. Things had got out of hand enough, without adding her adding to the bare flesh on display count. Trying to distract herself, she sat at the dresser table and started to comb her damp hair.Robbie walked up behind her and removed the brush from her hand. She could not hide.