CHAPTER 20: THE MORNING AFTER..................
EARLY NEXT MORNING, PC JAMES Blushing drove towards Baxt’s house. He’d been on solo patrol when he got the call. Neighbours were complaining about some wild party with fireworks and drunk screaming coming from, as the report would later say, “that demonic house of pure sin”. Said house was registered to a certain Mr Baxter Ffilthe.
PC Blushing blinked – even spelling that name made him nauseous.
Of course, PC Blushing knew of Baxter Ffilthe, who didn’t? Not an avid consumer of pornography himself, he did however, always want to boast to his colleagues about dropping by a world-famous porn producer’s house.
He was pleasantly surprised when a sweet elderly lady answered the door. “Yes?” she asked. “May I help you?”
“Good morning, Madam. I
