She could feel Dawn's eyes on her, and it was starting to make her skin burn and hum. Damn it, she shouldn't feel this way about a friend, especially ...ne that was B's little s*ster. But as she continued to throw her knives, she could still feel Dawn's eye on her. Throwing the last knife, she spun to face her friend."What?" Faith growled. Dawn's blue eyes widened with confused innocence."N-nothing Faith," Dawn stammered. Faith said nothing and just continued to stare at younger woman. Dawn. I dig graves. What could I know?Well, I knew men didn't drown wearing life vests. I knew that much. Ialso knew why those uniformed clowns couldn't find the grieving husbandthat was their only suspect. I knew, just as I knew the prints in thesoft earth before that poor woman's grave were from a woman's shoe.See, the law was looking for a man. But, if a man were smart enough,driven enough, then would realize that the last place the law wouldlook for a vengeful widower would be in a woman's. Which was fine. What wasn't was the fact she was wearing an old white tank top that seemed several sizes too small. And to top that off, she was ironing without any bra. I tried to watch my game, but my eyes kept going back to her firm C cups gently swaying back and forth as she ran that old iron gently back and forth. And so my eyes kept going back and forth. Did I neglect to mention she was also wearing a pair of shorts so short, they were barely shorts. From where I sat, I could just see her. “Hi, Nate ... I see you have a friend.” Ronnie was right behind me.“Mr. Tang. This is Lieutenant Veronica Lake, my bodyguard and friend. Ronnie this is my friend, guardian, and lawyer, Lu Tang.”“Any relation to...?”“Great-grandmother.” I had no idea what they were talking about.They shook hands, “How does the bodyguard thing, work?”“I shoo them off while Nate watches,” she replied semi-seriously.“And does that work?”Ronnie gestured at me. “Oh yeah. You wouldn’t believe what she did,” I spoke on.