Pas de Deux

Prologue
At 11.00 AM sharp, using her own key, Amelia Perry entered her next door neighbors apartment. Closing the door behind her she already started the conversation. "I was at the mall just now, and..." The fact that she didn't smell fresh coffee should have been a warning, but it wasn't. As she entered the living room she was stopped dead in her tracks.

Mrs. Drummond was sitting in a squatting position in the middle of the room, her legs spread wide, her hands in her neck. She was stark naked, and breathing heavily from the straining posture. Towering over her was a hooded man, pointing a small gun at her head. To the side stood another man, apparently taking pictures of the scene. Mrs. Perry just stood there, frozen.
"Brenda, what on earth..."

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