He started running towardsthe retreating car."Come back and get what you deserve, you little shit," hescreamed at the departing car."Sergeant! I need ...assistance! Repeat I need assistance!"Andrew screamed into the radio."What's up son?" came Jameson's urgent enquiry."It's Alan Manley, he's gone fucking psycho. He tried totake my head off with an axe...he's done a good job on the car too." Are we talking about the same Alan Manley?" Yes, Sergeant" Andrew shouted as he put the car into firstgear. In a sense, he sympathized with her because he had been dormant for a bit more than a decade staying out of the limelight and not on the MI5 or the SAS screen as an active player. The only reason he was there was to try and retract the stabbing dagger before it struck home and to cover up the tracks of the organization in the best way possible. If that included disposing of Katya as well, he was prepared to do so but it seemed like an awful waste of a beautiful woman."Let's not get ahead of. But he didn’t want a slut who slept around on him, even if it was only once and unintentionally. He was a proud man and I let him down, I destroyed any trust he ever had in me. What life have I got to look forward too without him?’ she sadly explained. ‘We went for our walk in the park and I let her talk all she wanted, all about how she loved the guy and how he just hadn’t been able to forgive her. She didn’t drink that morning, or in the mornings I’ve met her since, when she’s talking about. They then bothsmiled into the lens as he wanted to get a final shot of the beautifulsisters."Before we head to the car we would like to get a few pictures out in thebackyard by the blooming trees," Lisa told the photographer. He agreedthat there would be opportunities to take some lovely photos out there.So, after putting on her new white heels they made their way down thestairs and on to the patio.As Nikki stood beneath the trees, holding her bouquet in both hands, Lisacould not help but.