"Of course someone's here, Mr... Bauer." an unknown voice replies as astrip of duct tape are placed over your mouth. You nearly jump out ofyour skin, ...as you try to pull your head away from hands but it's toolate."MMMMPH! MMMMPH!" you grunted. "No... Can I call you Glen? Or how aboutGlenda?" you hear the female voice ask followed by laughter."At 5:15, I was at your friend's house and picked up this tape, whichshe never heard, from her answering machine. I already knew to come herea little after. Both men knew from the sound that it was a larger calibre weapon.“What the... ?” started Schaffer. The sergeant just stared intently at the cars, holding one hand up in a wait signal. A hole had appeared in the rear door of one of them, where a bullet had entered it.“He’s dead, I’m coming out,” came a quavering voice. “Please don’t shoot me. Please don’t kill me.”“Throw both weapons out. Now,” ordered Schaffer.A few moments later, a pistol came flying over the bonnet of the car. Then a shotgun. With her looks she must be having plenty of boys chasing after her!’ I commented. ‘With Baba’s (Dad’s) name & reputation boys in our city dare not flirt with her. But once she leaves our city for her post graduation, I don’t know what might happen. Oh, she is such a bholi bhali (innocent) babe in the woods. I sometimes worry that she will fall for some rogue one day and ruin her life.’ She responded, with sisterly concern on her face and a touch of exasperation in her voice. ‘I’m sure you will. I always had a knack of spotting the dirty men, especially when I was young. As girls we never were aware of how we played, rough and tumble, skirts riding high, knickers exposed and pulled up tight between our cheeks, were giving those men who sat around watching us, a sexual thrill and they would be jacking off, with their hands in their pockets, or under their coats or blanket.They would sit at opposite ends of the park, waiting for us to come close and give them the view they craved.One of.