"David understood. A police officer does not normally shoot a perp in the heart from behind, but Judy's options had been limited. Then he realized som...ething else."Was that ... I mean, was Brentano the first?"Judy nodded in the dark car. "Ninety percent of all law enforcement officers never have to shoot at a person. I've been one of them until today. Well, I still am. I wasn't on duty after all. It's just that I had to shoot him before he reached Melanie. I didn't know what type of ammo was in. When we got back home there were no parking spots in the front. So we emptied the car and I parked in the back. I didn't think to check the mailbox since there was a stack of mail inside from where my dad had been checking it daily and putting it inside for us.My father wasn't home when we got there so I figured I'd let him know later that we were back. As we'd left lights on while we were gone nothing looked different. Being newlyweds it didn't take long before we were messing around. So Lynn. " She quickly rang up her previous customer - he paid with a credit card - and then took me back to room 7."I'll be back in a few minutes," she said, which of course is massage parlor speak for "get butt naked and get on that table, towel over your ass." She left, closing the door behind her.While removing my clothes, I glanced at the doorknob to see if it had a lock. Some of the rooms at this particular establishment do, some don't. I was dismayed to see that this was one of the rooms without. Luckily, most parts for bass didn't require tricky fingering like I might encounter on a guitar. It was more like just playing chords on the piano.So now I was versatile Ed Murchie, semi-professional musician, stumbling along without a plan, dragging Fran along with me. Oh boy, the blind leading the blind. How did I get myself into this mess, I asked myself constantly?The truth was, I was enjoying it. More importantly, Fran was with me every step of the way. Better yet, she was in bed with me.