“Your name is Brad, right?” The voice startled me. It was the receptionist. “Yes,” I replied. “This is going to take a few minutes,” she...called out from the open doorway where she stood peering in at me. “I can wait,” I replied. From where I sat in the conference room, I could see her working at her desk through a small window. I casually took note, trying to not be too obvious, that she answered the phone several times. After a few more minutes, she reappeared in the conference room. I still made regular trips out to Carcosa, but mostly for dumping other evidence than bodies now. In less than a year I'd dumped enough guns to supply a small Central American army.For the first time in decades, law enforcement officials including the FBI, began to show a serious interest in the operations of the Casino. The old mobster code of loyalty still held (for now) and the investigators were initially held at bay, but the first cracks in the armor were starting to appear. Wes's mob. I stroked her back, played with her hair, and touched her face. My fingertips trailed along the meeting of her lips and shaft. She pulled back, licked his length and swirled her tongue around the head. "There's a good girl," I cooed, "love his cock, baby, I know you want to." I brushed her hair behind her shoulder and kissed the tender skin of her neck, below the ear. I wrapped my fingers in the hair behind her head as I trailed kisses up her neck, breathing hotly into her ear. "Suck his. “First I’m going to show you my Federal security clearance.”He pulled out a gun and shot Bear in the chest. Bear looked shocked, but he had already lunged for the gun. Bear’s charge turned into a fall, but he still reached across the desk and snapped Massimino’s arm in two. Between the elbow and the wrist. The gun exploded a second time, hitting the wall to Massimino’s right up near the ceiling.It happened in a split second. Jessie was still in mid-scream when the .38 Smith & Wesson hit the.