Believer? Maybe so.I had met Claire on a fishing trip. My across-the-alley neighbor, Mike had finally come around, and became friendly. He was absolut...ely the hardest get-to-know person I have ever met. And the best friend I ever made. Peoples Gas Company, in St. Petersburg, FL, employed him. Mary, Mike's wife was much easier to meet. She talked over the back fence, and had welcomed me and my Japanese wife (THREE KIDS) to the neighborhood.Finally, Mike and I realized we had a common enemy,. ‘We’re here to take our chief suspect in for questioning, Jack Nixon, father of the girl who claimed John Drake was one of the assailants.’ ‘Get back to work Paul. I’ve been chatting on and off to Jack Nixon most of the evening and we went to the men’s room more than two hours ago and that is the only time all evening he left the table. We returned in less than ten minutes later. What a perfect alibi Mr Nixon has, who is one of the most respected attorneys in this community.’ ‘Damn,’ said the. Gone were the days where he would love nothing more than to beat a girl senseless, to show her just who had the power and say in whether she feasted of suffered famine, whether she lived or died. It pained him to do so, but Roland Norton was stuck with the girl. The only way he could be happy was to spend more money on the bitch, and as a result, on his happiness. Looking over the top of his oxygen mask, Roland’s cold grey eyes locked onto Holmes’s. ‘Get Francois on the phone.’ He wheezed. I had been holding on for the 40 minute drive from the clients to my office; so I made a beeline for the washroom. Unfortunately someone was all ready using it, and I had to wait about 5 minutes for her to come out. When she came out I just rushed in, and unfortunately I forgot to lock the door. I had only been in their long enough to drop my pants and sit down on the toilet when one of the clerks walked in. When she saw me sitting on the toilet she froze with the door wide open, and just at.