Ambling into the hotel room, Sally flung

Ambling into the hotel room, Sally flung her clothes on the floor. She strode into the bathroom naked, flipped on the light switch, and shrieked. A maid rested in a pool of blood.

"what did u expect me to do! start hugging you for bloody sakes?!"

“Well, you always say that forgiveness is important...” “Oh, go to hell.”

Epstein didn't kill himself

there. The blood was clearly put as a red herring. Yes, it was his blood, but Epstein knew better than to die at a place like that.

So Epstein crawled down the alley on his hands and knees, leaving a trail of his own blood, and died on Susan's front door stoop. "Looks like a red herring," Detective Manatee said

pointing at a fish at the crime scene. A uniform bagged it an brought to Det. Manatee. "It is a red herring, Detective," the cop said handing the evidence bag to him. "Explains a

lot.” Manatee was nonplussed. ‘’What does a ‘red herring’ explain about this case, officer?” The cop shifted nervously. “Uhh, I guess I thought...” Holding the bagged fish, Manatee

reminisced about a young dalliance with a certain Elena A. Kropotkina, who was all woman under her tweed and now a consort of Putin. "Well, it's a mystery," said Detective Manatee.