Ed the infamous detective had moved from his homeland across the big pond of Angland to Pottyland, Oregon (Portland) to work as a plain copper penny in a ran down precinct inside the ghetto that had been overrun with way too much crime, and it was up to him and his peers to solve them.Hawa Kárèmán DéjàVu was one of the forsaken that went through many provocative obscurities; past, present, and future. She went into a horrible lifetime of unexpected situates the likes of which no other could ever imagine. It's hard enough to have a normal life, so why not stop putting yourself down and overthinking of; what was, what is, and what might be. C'est la vie, mon chéri! If you're built that way... hardy-har-har - t-hehe-t-he. Ed was suddenly called back to London to help investigate the murder of Princess Yvonne, but he must work with his old partner in crime, that infamous Waity (Vera W - the Shemale Wolfie) and ex of Ed Wolf, whom had knowingly changed his name to Ed Holman when he'd moved to America for all practical purposes and other security measures. Once they partially solved the crime in Angland, they both took the next plane back to the US of A, where things heated up way more than they too could have ever imagine as well. The particulars to this tome, you will just have to wrap your own mind's eye around, and do your best to figure out the who, what, where, when, why, how, action taken; and even, a tad bit of the unknown as to this mystery; that is, if you can? Excerpt The broken glass allowed a pair of crimson hands to come into view; her arms ran with red streams from the sudden blow to escape what fait lay upon this now distraught lýtel girl, she had nothing more than the acutely unpleasant physical discomfort, experienced by somebody who had been violently struck by an unfamiliar shadow lurking nearby, watching the torment and pain she'd already endured thus far, she held within her mind's eye what the darkness showed before moving on with things not yet seen. But, if provoked, ridiculed and teased; the swathe of such ideology is unkind, and it can be hurtful in an uncannily mocking sorta way, like that of a cloak swaddled the same way the ancient's uses a shroud? The evidence however, when - or if uncovered may be conclusive; proven or not, but everyone knows that - to have or not to have any such truth inside reality, as to questioning - if any apparitions such as those what have gone on before She, either dead or alive; be it female or even male to the obvious what may or may not exist, be hollow; maybe not as if to be or not to be, that is - if this be da answer to what could say, is an ultimately Shakespeareans haunt'; perchance in this case it is a bunch of folder hooey's, not that of Shakespeare's myth, full of testimonies stored in box after box, and haphazardly placed in some baggage compartment gathering dust and twisted webs, like what you carry - all full of spiders; roaches and other creepy crawly creatures that one detests within a rat packs nest of an attic inside some broken down abandoned house or building of yore; and a once inside a crossover storyline somewhere - sometime where even - I, or you won't even exist.