Wang Fu showed up quickly and invited Eddy into his house. "Mr. Wang, please excuse me for not being as polite as I should be, but I have many things ...to do today and I need your help. I have 12 men in my jail and I need you to tell me which ones are innocent and which ones are gang members. How quickly can you come to the Jail?" I can come with you right now. You rescued my granddaughter last night and she told me that your friend was killed. Please accept my condolences, we Chinese rarely find. My wife and I moved to Yuma, Az, and bought a place down there. I was still kept in touch with Ed and Maggie by e-mail and phone, so we pretty much knew what we all had been doing. Ed and I went back a long way. We had been friends for a longtime, going back to before we ever got married. Both of our first marriages had been to sisters. So we always kidded, we were brother-in laws. But both of those marriages had failed. Why I don't know, but shit happens, I guess. We were having a great time. Herelaxed again as Pierre kept going, brushing along the full length ofTyler's left eyelid and all the way up to the skin just below hiseyebrow. Pierre then switched to the other eyelid and repeated theprocess. He went back and forth like this until Tyler had three layersof eyeshadow applied to him. Even with his horribly limited knowledge ofwomen's makeup, Tyler thought three layers might be too much. The weightof the powdery eyeshadow made his eyelids feel much heavier.Pierre told Tyler to. The skirt flared as I twisted, but the curtain hung heavyand still. Sweat prickled my armpits and I stood perfectly quiet, tryingto understand what had happened.Nothing. I shook my head, to dispel the paranoia and made the skirt twirlagain as I faced the mirror to see a woman looking from it. I frozestaring at a tall, slender woman with dirty blonde hair draping hershoulders, tight, round breasts outlined by her t-shirt and hips flaringaway from her narrow waist to shape that lovely skirt.