The detective went to restrain Livia from hitting his chest.
“Come on ma’am. Steady on. It wasn’t me that killed him!”
Livia put up some resistance to his attempt to stop her hitting him. Inside, she was loving the fact that she was bashing a copper and getting away with it. Outside she continued screaming and wailing. The assistant went to pull the sheet back over the body.
“What about his hands?” Livia cried out “What about my Terry’s hands? Why are they tucked under him? Let me see his lovely hands!”
“Let the lady see them!” instructed the detective.
Drew Martyn 9 months ago
Oh fu - ! Wait for it! :)