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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 87 of 307 photos but even though this was presumably a happy day for him, there was a hardness around his eyes. There was one other professional shot. A portrait of her holding what looked like a six-month-old in her arms with a toddler in her lap. She might have been twenty one in this shot. Her kids were very cute. She was right on track. Except for one thing. "Where's daddy?" I asked, showing the photo to Steve. "Even though you're lazy, you are perfect for this job." "Are you still holding it against me that I don't like my phone ringing at eight in the morning?" I asked. "It shows a lack of discipline. Your entire generation are a bunch of video-game-addicted pussies." He was right. It was sad. The truth isn't always pretty. "So, what happened to this guy?" I held up the wedding shot. "His name was easy enough to find out. It was on the wedding license. He's Bert Cox." Steve handed me another piece of paper. "His name is also on here." It was a restraining order. The list of abuses that old Bert had committed against his wife was stunning. Beating, hitting, biting, burning. A true sadist. There was a response to the restraining order that he had written to the judge claiming that everything that he had been accused of was consensual, and that he |