“Who is he?”“Hamilton,” he told me. “William Hamilton. Any relation?”I stared at him. “You’re telling me that my brother murdered my g...rlfriend?” I asked him.“No one’s calling it murder,” the cop assured me.“I am!” I snapped.“Is there something we should know about?” the other cop asked.Mary jumped in. “Peter’s first serious girlfriend cheated on him with Billy. The two of them are still together. They’ve never repaired their relationship from that. She would have been the girlfriend he was. Nice, mousy shoulder length hair. They sat real close in the pub last night but they didn't stay long and he had his arms around her when they left. Bob at the bar told me they'd been in together once before and she was living with him. She's not local. Talks northern." Tom gave what little information he'd gleaned about the girl."Is she sleeping with him? Two-timing me?" Sounds as if she is. No more than you're two-timing him." Tom laughed. "But I thought you didn't care for him. You didn't. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then harder."Oohh." she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now."Let's go in the bedroom." she said trying to contain the excitment in her voice."No. Here." he said as he unzipped himself."In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he. " I said smiling back at her.I notice she was sweet and sort of cute at the same time. Her hair was cut in a pageboy look. From the way she was dressed, I could tell her folks must be well-to-do.This was in early December, and this went on for a couple of weeks. I always gave her hair a little tug. She always turned in her seat—smiled at me and said hello. I come to realize she was taking the seat right in front of me on purpose. I know it's silly - but I was flattered.Then one morning she got.