The girl was beside herself with joy: She had dreamt of meeting the queen, of thanking her for all the kind things she did for Leskow. ‘You may stan...d up’, the queen said, her voice softer than usual, and the child stood up, but curtsied before her a few times. ‘What are you thanking me for, my dear child?’ Laura asked. She knew the answer — still, she never grew tired of hearing those words. ‘I thank you for being our queen. I thank you for allowing us to see you every day. I thank you for. One of her constituents is a policeman and he’s been keeping a quiet eye on the investigation. It is being hampered, quite deliberately, by TaF thugs and goons, but more importantly, also by the MoJ.”Alan Glazer gave a cold smile. “I don’t suppose it surprises anyone here to know that both the Ministry of Justice and the Home Office have been infiltrated by the TaF to the point that one could liken either to Hitler’s Gestapo, or Stalin’s NKVD.”He paused for a moment. “And of course that’s just. It was time I took her last remaining weapons out of play, so I zip-tied each ankle to the legs of the bench, which had her spread wide open for me. I roughly grasped her arms and secured them to the other end of the bench, so she was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.“Well, look at you now you pathetic little fuck!” I said as I put the final restraint in place. “Your cunt is primed for fucking and you’ve got a couple of bullets on your tits, anybody would think you were planning on getting. Some of these boys are getting a little raunchy. I heard someone say there's a woman pulling a train in one of the spare bedrooms. If you stay, you'll have to listen to them boasting all night long. Or Rob trying to calm them down." That explained the back and forth traffic I'd been seeing. But he was right; she'd be better off at home. I started up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I shook my head wryly; some- where, a woman was moaning. I passed the coatroom and turned the corner. I.