Never met any of m ... of his children." I closed my eyes, trying to force down the sudden urge to hug her to me, beg her to forgive me for not being ... father to her. "I apologise for ... for causing you to never know your father."She reached across and grabbed my hand in hers, gently rubbing it. "It's okay. Really. I've gotten used to never knowing my father. I have a step-dad. And I know how bad the Black Knight was. If not you, then someone would have stopped him."I frowned, looking down at. She was worried that I was having doubts. I wondered if Joyce had spoken to Mama about my doubts. After what had happened at work that morning, and on the car ride home, my doubts had been eased."Mama, things are improving since I talked to Grace, and even since I spoke to Joyce about my having doubts. Except for Emily, I'm pretty sure everything is going to work out for me. What I'm doing isn't traditional, and I know that, but it is something I think will make it easier for me. It's sort of. One day I decided to go to an adult arcade to see what they were all about. In this part of the city there were quite a few bars and hotels where the military guys would go. There were a few adult arcades that were not far apart so were the shere the B girls walked in this part of town. So I park my car about a block away and walk into the first arcarde, it was busy in the front was full of magazines, books, and movies at the back was a curtin that seperated the theater from the book store. "10-4 dispatch," I said. I wondered what Simpson had on his mind. I guessed I would find out soon. I had only been in the car about ten minutes."Whats up," I asked Simpson when I finally got into the detectives lair."We got a break in the Allen case," he said,"Oh yeah, what kind of break," I asked."Someone who attended the parties came forward," Simpson said."He just walked in and said I want to tell you about the sex, and drug parties, I've been attending?" I asked it skeptically."It could.