He looked around in hopeless despair. Off in the distance, he could just make out the dim lights of a small farmhouse. Numb, frostbit, and near death,... the man stumbled and staggered toward his last chance of survival. He began to slowly place one foot in front of the other, inching his way toward the cold lights of the building. His vision blurred and he felt a type of warmth deep inside as he saw the pair of yellow eyes moving towards him at unearthly speeds. He saw the people inside the SUV,. My husband has banned her from coming to her house, until he comes home from Africa. I’m such a bad wife. He now hates my body. He treats me like his slave.” Whispered Mrs. Grove.“Fuck! You look hot to us.” Blurted out Craig. “Stop teasing me. That’s not nice.” Said Mrs. Grove. “You are very sexy.” I said. “Just stop. I’ve had enough for one night. Tell me….. What do I have to do to get those pictures and videos destroyed. I want everything deleted on my computer. I want no evidence. ”“Okay.”“Hopefully she can straighten you out and-”Bumfelt sniggered.“Something funny?”“No,” replied Bumfelt, wiping a smirk from his face.“You need to get ahead of this. You're angry all the time,” continued the Chief. “The Basket Case was chewing you up. That and the Goodhead case would be enough for most people. Don't take it home with you. Leave it behind.”“You know that's not possible Chief,” replied Bumfelt. “The job is the job. We can't leave it behind. We can't switch. He had expressed a wish to see Garry before he died. Garry heard her out, thanked but said nothing more. She left her card.Polly had come over after work and was staying for dinner. She found Garry sitting with a cross yet puzzled look on his face. She sat down beside him, kissed his cheek and then waited for him to tell her what he wanted when he wanted. He put an arm round her but remained silent for several more minutes."Why?" he said at length. He told her what the welfare woman had said..