tawdry karasu cheap and somewhat tasteless the scent of gun oil still lingered on her fingertips the paperwork would be more trouble to get past than the man in the bsement had been. she had taken the pictures from off of his wall and shoved them all in her briefcase. There was plenty of other evidence left to justify her actions and to close the case. the pictures were hers now she couldn't stop looking at them she set them down upon the table and began arranging them in some strange configuration, catching glimpses of a patter that lurked just beneath the surface it was nearly dawn she had not slept the memory of a chess game with her father and the incessant lure of the images on her table fueled her morbid_fascination until it had reached the level of full-blown obsession. there was a strategy being put to work somewhere between the walls and she intended to find it what she did not know was that it had already found her 010620 what's it to you? who go blather from