I don't think she would've come home if she were sober. Not so soon, anyway."I'm sorry, ma'am, but your house is the scene of a crime and we've been o...rdered to prevent entry that may jeopardize the integrity of the scene."I walked up to the door."Excuse me," I said to the officer that wasn't talking to Aunt Susan. "I need to pick up a few of my things." And you are?" Mirabella Valenova." I'll need to see some identification and accompany you inside," the officer said.Mr. Pendergrast came up. He freezes for a moment, then dashes towards the noise, his pulse racing, echoing in his ears.When he arrives, he sees a man pointing a pistol at a well dressed woman, who has sunk to her knees in horror. The man's arm is shaky, the gun barrel swinging around wildly. The woman's gaze is locked on a slumped form at her feet, blood slowing pooling around the body. The manager bursts into action, moving without thought. He rushes towards the gunman, who swings his body and weapon towards the. "What on earth is this?" she demanded."Ah," I started, "oops, sorry, darling, I meant to clear that off therebefore you..."She stopped me mid-sentence."You've been dressing again, haven't you." She didn't wait for areply; there was anger in her voice. "Look, I'm getting really hackedoff with finding little remnants of your girly times lying around ourbedroom. If it's not you leaving a lipstick out, it's hair on myhairbrush. I'm really not happy with this." C'mon darling," I was trying to. He won't tell me his job.I met him on an Adult personals web sight. He said, "He wants what I amoffering." I looked at his ad and he is what I want too. So we arrangedto meet at a McDonalds. After we met we liked each other and we decidedto go out and have some fun that is where you all come in at.He then grabs me by the arm and pulls me over to a tree. He produces apaddle and forces me to unfasten my pants. He then yanks my jeans andunderwear down to my ankles. He then ties my hands to the.