Swift as a wish, they WHOOSH! Up to the stars, they push. Like wizards spells, they WHIZZ! Full of bright fire and fizz. ZOOM! Flame gushing flumes flash through the gloom. BOOM!
“So what are you? Some kind of psychotherapist?”, asked Detective Humboldt, leaning across the interrogation room table and giving Ms Rosenblum a hard stare.
