A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me."... She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room, pulled out my cell phone and called Dad. He. It added fifteen minutes to my twenty five minute ride, but that's the risk you took with Uber pool. As we drove the guys checked me out. I checked them out. They were nice looking and in their mid twenties. "Hey, weren't you just at the club," one asked."Yes, I was," I replied. "I thought I saw you there," he said. "We were there too," he indicated the three of them. "We decided to eat before we headed home." Thought she was there?" laughed the girl in the front seat. "You we're trying to work. But I’m just being a wimp because I know it’s going to hurt at first.”“That’s weird,” Suzi inserted.“What?” Joey and I said again.She stammered, “What? Shit, did I say that aloud?”“What, Suz?” Joey insisted, sitting up to look at her.“Shit. Okay. I just realized that while you two were talking about that, all I could think about was talking you two into doing me both ways instead.”I asked honestly, “What’s odd about that?”Joey and Suzi gave me a surprised look, then Suzi said softly, “I used to. I don’t like doing it, but until I’ve got a crime, I’ve got no reason to hold them’‘Okay, Joe we’ll see you later.’The inspector put the phone down and went down the corridor to the interview room, collected Samantha and took her to the room where Ryan was waiting.‘Well Mrs Wainwright, Mr Betts, I have some good news for you. Mr Wainwright is alive and has just left a hospital in France. Quite how he got from Portugal to France I don’t know, but I’m sure it will all come out in the fullness of.