" And, in order to avenge himself on their love for each other and to gratify his hatred of them both, he wanted the whole set of facts to point to th...m as guilty of the murder of which he would be the victim?" Yes." So that—so that M. Fauville, in one part of his accursed work, was—what shall I say?—the accomplice of his own murder. He dreaded death. He struggled against it. But he arranged that his hatred should gain by it. That's it, isn't it? That's how it is?" Almost, Monsieur le Prefet.. Her eyebrows signed an affirmation.We went back to our hostel rooms and climbed up to the terrace. I unzipped my pant and seeing the size of my dick, Reshmi’s eyes got hypnotized. She told me that she never ever imagined a dick could be this thick and this long. She started .The tip of my dick was already covered with precum. She felt my hand on the back of her head and opened her lips. In a moment, my cock slid across her tongue. Instead of stopping, I gripped her head with both hands and. ”“She also might have insight into the real murderer.”“True.”“You don’t think Julio will be there.”“No. I think he wants to see those he trusts and loves most. His mentor and his girlfriend and kids.”“To say goodbye?”“Yes.”“So LA and then Mexico City.”I nodded. “If he’s not caught, that’s where I’m headed after Baltimore. Maybe even if he is.”“To gain his defense.”“If he survives.”I think we both nodded solemnly. I know I did. Money and power. It might have gotten him out of Maui, but it could. ”“I haven’t even told you what you’re going to do yet.”“But I can guess.”“Then guess. Tell me, little brother, what do you think I’m planning to do with you?”Ian’s lips pursed and he stared at the floor.“Nothing? That’s what I thought. Lie down before I have to make you.”Ian closed his eyes and gripped the bedpost tighter.“Ian…” Silas insisted. “I’m going to give you one more chance. Lie down.”Ian’s eyes shot open, filled with fear. He glanced at the bedroom door. It didn’t appear locked. He.