“I’m ashamed that for so long I did nothing about your father’s violence towards you. I should have stopped it when it started. Before it starte...d.” She slowly toppled forward on to her arms, sobbing. This was a totally different mother to the somewhat distant, intensely intellectual person she had seemed until now.I reached across and stroked her hair. After a minute or so, she sat up, pulling a hanky from her sleeve to dab her tears and blow her nose. She reached over and took my hand.“Thank. ‘Alexander! Open this God damn door,’ she screamed, loud enough to wake Samantha. ‘Who?’ she said groggily. ‘Shh, just the boogie man, although I was really hoping for Bonhomme this morning,’ he said as he pulled his pants on, buttoning them up as he walked into the great room, closing the door to the bedroom behind him. He was amazed at the pounding the door was taking as he undid the locks and opened it. ‘Josephine, what a thoroughly unpleasant surprise. Could you be a little louder, I don’t. Grinning at my mother I let my hand slide up a little until it was cupping her boob, she glanced at me, glanced across the room where the mob were and looked back at me. She laughed and wriggled her boob against my hand, out of the corner of my eye I saw the mob staring at us wide eyed, their eyes followed us as we started dancing to the slow beat Pointers always played. With my mother pressed close to me I felt strangely excited, mentally chiding myself I took a deep breath in an effort to. The fingerprint guys saidthe same thing, no prints on the body or on the bed; plenty in theapartment but they will have to run them through IAFIS." Penelope wassitting in her chair, her feet up on her desk sipping coffee."I'm hoping we get a hit on one of the prints but I'm not confident. Nohairs or fibres, no prints at the actual murder site, the way she wasdressed and displayed, I'm convinced that this is some kind of a fetishkiller." Well that's all we can do for the day; I'm heading home..