She shook her pretty blonde head and just stood there sobbing. Chase got up and walked up behind Miranda, putting his hands on her shoulders, which ma...e her jump. She stood there with her arms at her sides, her head hung low. Miranda knew she was trapped, with only one-way out if she wanted to save her marriage. She had to commit adultery.Chase reached around, got hold of Miranda’s shirt, and pulled it off her shoulders. She allowed it to slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Miranda’s. He had taught you all you needed to know and, besides being a great mentor, you had developed a personal friendship with the man. During the last six months the two of you had been attempting to find the heads of a mayor criminal organization in the city, responsible for drug distribution, trafficking of not only drugs but persons too, prostitution and lots of other stuff. The last lead you had followed had led to the shooting and killing of you partner, Officer Higgs.“Miss Wood” you hear and. Brett, like most cops, had long since learned how to project a strong vibe towards such people that warned them that attempting a physical confrontation would be a bad mistake. Though this vibe had not always worked in Stockton (sometimes it was taken as a challenge) it never failed to work its magic in Garden Hill. Brett was feared, that was easy enough for him to see. He did not mind being feared as long as he was feared and respected. As of yet, that second factor had not come into play and. We hit it off and got married a year later.They stayed good friends and, occasionally, Rhonda would visit us, or Annie would go with me to the dairy. Annie had a certain perspective, still, and during those visits we slept three in the bed. No, Rhonda and I did not fuck when I visited the dairy farm without Annie.I did a little minor earthwork and converted the old light-rail bed to a grass landing strip. I'd always wanted to learn to fly and own a light plane and now I had a practical reason.