.." Boring!" Jason shouted. "We'll see how they are doing it once they start."On the screen the announcer asked Dean and then Joey the same question. ...Neither man was any more profound than Fred. I stood behind Ashley and put my arms around her as she shook her head.The announcer had finally reached the man that Ashley had identified as Big Papa and asked the same inane question. Big Papa just seemed to be amused by the whole thing. "I haven't come up with anything that I'm totally comfortable. Her face is quite pale. Finally she asks me what time it is. I tell her one thirty AM. "Good," she says. "The tide will be flowing out through the side canal. Put your clothes on."I take the shoulders and she takes the feet. We drag the body down to the landing stage at the side of the house. No one is watching. We dump Schlemile into the canal and watch him drift slowly off in the direction of San Michele, the cemetery island. A fitting terminus.Finally I take her hands. "Will you be OK?" I. This was not a typical assignment. They don’t teach you how to deal with serial snuff films in the academy. A few days ago, Dean brought me into his office and said I’d be working with him for the next few weeks.It seemed like an honour at the time. He told me, ?You won’t like this one, so get any ideas of fun out of your head right now. I picked you because you’re the smartest woman here, but I picked you mostly because you’re a woman.?It seemed like an insult at the time.The job was, we had. There was no doubt in that message at all. I knew exactly what it meant.Even though little Henry had collapsed, she continued to handle him forthe full ten minutes. I just had to stand there, legs and feet together,and take it.I was allowed a small meal sitting on that confounded chair with myshiny gym knickers threatening to slide me straight off if I didn't keepthe pressure on all the time and while I also had to make sure my thighsand feet were always tight together."Time for some more.