A face off!

CAlling ahead my call is passed to her husband Richard. Introducing myself,we arrange a meeting within the hour. Walking i easily find the address,a two story old Victorian house on a small plot of land. Ringing the bell, the door is opened by a man in a grey power suit "Doe,Webster get in here.!"

The door closes as soon as my heels clear the door jam. "It's my wife,Amy,cutest little thing you have every seen in your life.Fucking vain also,complains her skin on her face isn't tight enough for her.Ten thousand bucks later she happy with the face lift i got her until she sneezed,now her chin is in her lap!"

We enter what appears to be a sitting room.The only sound is crying coming from a high back throne like chair. Webster walks around it "Honeybunz,the F.A.I. is here!" he leaves me standing behind the chair as he goes out a door on the other side of the room

"Mrs.Webster I'm Agent Doe,may i come around to see you?

A hand motions me on. I walk around the chair,halt in front of her,anticipating a swollen face,some bruising,the usual complaints with a face lift but what i see leaves me speechless. Not even the texts cases shown to us during the years of training are as disturbing to me as what's in my face.

"Sweet mother of creation tell me you didn't get this from a board qualified surgeon?"