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She was too close to the nursing station to risk finishing her off. Waiting for the right opportunity was fine. In the meantime … on the computer, there she is, another whore …. A Starbucks coffee rested nearby for the figure to sip on. Aw there was nothing better than Starbucks … and the little minxes. The figure typed expertly. “Why don’t we go into the private room to chat? I find you charming, and please forgive me if I am too forward, you very sexy cat woman.” “Spiderman, you are forgiven. I can be a very bad girl.” Philip and Tomasso were talking in the patrol car. It was another nice day in Toronto. The sun was bright and traffic was moving again. Rush hour was over. They were going to check up on the girl at St Mike’s hospital. “So?” Tomasso asked Philip. “How did you like your meal last night?” Philip grinned. “It was great. Your mom is the best.” “I thought you said your mom is the best?” Philip smiled. “Our moms are both the best!” They parked outside the coffee shop and entered the hospital. The angel stood boldly in the hallway; a light streaming on it offered a brilliance of power. “That is one beautiful angel, hey Philip?” Philip grinned at him. “Isn’t Raphael the angel for those who are sick? This is more like St Michael, the archangel. See, he has a sword.” “How should I know?” Tomasso replied. “Angels are angels. They have wings. See – look at the wings. And, this is St. Michael’s hospital. Ain’t it?” They took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked to the nursing station to check out the latest on Sandra. She was recuperating nicely and she would be able to speak today. Tomasso decided to stay at the nursing counter to talk to the cute brunette. He had a thing for nurses. They could make you feel better. That’s what he told Philip. Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.”