“Slacking off?” Jim asked when I came in on Saturday morning in November.“See any signs that sales are slowing down other than the usual move in...o winter?” I responded caustically.“Not so much. Just watching for signs of burnout. You’ve been at it for almost two years. I don’t think you’re Superwoman.”“Is my cape wrinkled?”“No. Perfectly starched and pressed, just like your skirt, your blouse, your jacket, and probably your panties,” Jim said. “Ease up and let’s talk.”“About what?”“I’m worried. " Yes, my darling, but..." I know. I know." By the way, are you on the pill?" Yes, my precious. Ever since I knew again that you were going to be my man." What do you mean 'knew'?"Victoria giggled. "I decided I still wanted you and you, my darling love, were a pushover." What?" Mark demanded."I could see you were interested so I swung my hips a bit and bingo." You are a wicked, wicked wench ... or witch. I'm not sure which." Oh, witch! You're much too righteous to be seduced by a wench."They. I hope to get more then."Tracy had a booking as an escort around the time of her murder. Herfriends had expressed concern, that, not only had she not gone throughher normal agency, but she had booked him directly. She had told herfriends that he had sounded a bit strange. If you can trace the calls onher personal phone, we may have him."A couple of the girls have mentioned having problems with the guy thatthey call the devil's vicar. I am trying to get more information on him.It is possible. This way I could agree but not look like I was the quitter."You still want to come over and watch the game tonight" asked my friend Michael. Michael was one of my good college friends who I was visiting on the long weekend. Michael and I had been roommates throughout college and maintained a close friendship, although I did not get to see him or the rest of the guys often since I had moved to the East coast. Although I had a hotel, we had discussed going to his place after the game to watch.