Tom laid another twenty-dollar bill on the counter."If I recall, the house is owned by a lady name Jensen. I think she's a doctor or professor of some...kind. There's also a man named Gerald Rogers who lives in the house with his girlfriend. Her name is Jennifer something. I don't know what any of them does for a living." How do you know this Gerald fellow is living there with his girlfriend? Maybe he's romantically involved with Miss Jensen and this other lady is her daughter or niece." No, it's. Natalia took the woman in. She was probably in her late forties, slim, with skin tight black leather pants that stopped just above her ankles, a purple corset that was pulled very tight which pushed her ample tits up and gave the effect of them spilling over the top of the lace trim on the corset. She had a long slender neck and very short black hair. Her feet were adorned with a pair of sexy black stiletto heels with ankle straps which Natalia just knew she had to have.There was an awkward. I couldn't afford to ignore any of them. Occasionally, one was real. The damned shadowmancer. I knew he couldn't be trusted.And then there was nothing, no enemies attacking, no illusions distracting. I stood alone over bleeding bodies. I whirled, looking for Farson. Xera still struggled on the ground, fighting something invisible that clawed and scratched her. Blood glistened with reflected silver on her flesh like oily shadows.Where was Farson?Invisible?A blade hissed.I dodged to the right on. It was not unusual for some games to actually go into the 30s, before one of us (usually Carrie) would eke out a two-point victory margin. I think the highest scoring game we had ever played was 39-37.While it was true that I had not played in over two years, I still kept myself in pretty good shape, running as much as I could, and working out with weights, so I was still pretty confident.Yes, she was a starter on a nationally-ranked basketball team, and was named a pre-season All-American for.