<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg416472#msg416472">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 29-08-2007, 11:01:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who.. her mind trails back, the briefing, the mug shot that was handed out... "Gina..." she stumbles over the name, trying her best to fight the compulsion that has it's claws in her, a cold sweat breaking out on her dark skin.  "Gina Morgan..."  she tries to release the phone, drop it to the floor, but her fingers curl possesivly about it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She heard that laugh of his again. It was like nails scraping across her soul, and yet...she got oddly turned on by it. What was happening to her?<br/>"Aaah, well done love. You have proven to be quite an asset. Maybe I won't kill you after all, but who knows. Take care of yourself now, don't have any nightmares..." She heard him disconnect in the middle of one of those laughs, leaving her alone with her thoughs.<br/>Not for long though, cause the door opened and in stepped a man she had seen around the stationhouse now and again. He was holding a cup of coffee and had a folder stuck under his arm.<br/>"I'm detective Pulcifer, but you can call me Adam. I am here to try to make heads or tails with what happened to you tonight." He looked up from his coffee and stared at her for a couple of seconds, she felt like he was taking every little detail in, no matter how apparantly insignificant.<br/>"A distressing call, was it?"