Chapter EightSweet Foot dialed the police, then Felicity's number. Bruce answered.
“Yeah, what do you mean, he's dead, slipped and fell in the shower? So did you do it or what?”
“Of course not, Bruce. The body's badly mutilated, though.”
“Somebody kill him and cut him up?”
“No. He slipped, as I said, and Twinkers got to him. She must have been hungry. Or angry.”
“What are you gonna do, Judi? He was a big son of a b***h. We'll have to move him out of the shower. Wait a minute, I'll come over.”
“Yes, come over, but I don't think we should touch the body. The police are on their way.”
“You want I should tell Felicity?”
“She'll take it hard. She and her daddy were close.”
“Yeah.”
“Be gentle when you tell her. Stay with Felicity. She needs you now. I'll look after this. And Bruce?”
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