Mandy requested that he put Jason's luggage into the Guest Apartment and that he would not be needed until tomorrow for Bob's Funeral."I'll take the b...gs right over to the apartment," he told the pair. "I'll have the car all warmed up by 8:30."I checked with the Funeral Director and he said that the church service, followed by the graveside ceremony started at 9:30. So, we should be at the funeral Home by about 9:00 and the procession will leave promptly at 9:15."Tears fell down Mandy's face. A little too late for that. “Well, you fucking idiot,” Hanson almost shouts. “What about her?”“The TDF seems to have raided Yonovich’s place,” the soldier continues. “Yonovich is dead. The FBI and DEA are all over the place.”Hanson is furious, so furious he throws the bottle across the room. It smashes into the wall, making the soldier jump. “What about Erika?”“Not sure,” the soldier replies.“What the fuck do you mean not sure?” Hanson stalks over angrily toward the man. “Do the Americans have. He turned to see a round, balding man with glasses walking towards him. ‘Mr. Abbey I presume?’ ‘I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Barrett,’ he said as he extended his hand to him. ‘Please call me Chase,’ he said as he grasped the man’s large hand within his own. ‘Surely Chase, please follow me into the office.’ Abbey led him there and gestured to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Chase looked around, again entranced by this new room, and the ambiance he found within. The dark woods. Her mouth slipped open now; he heard her breaths, watched her chest rise. Lena shifted hesitantly in her seat but still said nothing. His fingers touched the outline of the crotch of her panties, flicked at it, lifting it up but going no further. The material was so soft, so fine. Now she looked at him, realized his face was an inch from hers. She gulped softly. Blood rushed to her cheeks. "You can tell me to stop if you want." Marko's voice was like a tantalizing wine; just as intoxicating..