Midnight. A knock on the door. She opened the door to the three police officers. “Miss Titz? Miss Firma Titz?” asked the plain clothes officer flanked by the two uniformed officers. “Yes, that’s me,” replied the tall blond woman who was wrapped in a towel and spoke with a slightly German accent. “I’m DC Ivor Hardon, this is PC Dick Bellend and this is WPC Ima Cummin. We’re responding to your call about a peeping tom.” “Co...