“Look, Detectives, you know what state my husband represented, right?”Raptor waited until Suzanne and Larry nodded.“He had a long career. My hus...and had fixed principles by which he lived, but unlike some he also changed his mind when circumstances dictated.”Raptor shook her head.“I’ll say it straight out. When he entered politics, my husband shared the prevailing attitudes in his part of the world about race relations, you know what I mean?”Larry and Suzanne nodded again.“Right. Well, it. It was a feast for all, breadsticks included, and even a fine salad that I caused to appear for our shared benefit.We ate for what seemed like a glorious eternity, all of us being rather hungry in spite of certain of us being supernatural, but it didn’t stop us from talking at all. In fact, we conversed quite a bit, helped along in no small measure by the wine and beer, or was that beer and wine? The fact that nearly all of us had been physically intimate with each other didn’t hurt, and we all. ’ she said, hating the idea of delaying him. ‘I am sure that you have a wife and kiddos at home waiting for you.’ ‘Nope. Even if I did mi famigila would understand. Rambaudi’s don’t run from trouble.’ ‘Well, I will be the first to admit that this is trouble.’ Rachel laughed and then groaned as her ribs protested. ——— Sergio leaned more comfortably against the car as he conversed with Rachel. It had been almost an hour since the accident and help was no closer than it had been when the accident. Briefly I wondered how taller women would fare on this low short bench. They’d certainly have plenty of body overhanging either end. Maybe that was the idea. Even my short legs were slightly bent as me feet rested on the carpet. The bench reached from the top of my chest to my lower belly. My backside well and truly hung over one end, as did my head at the opposite end. The bench was wide enough to easily accommodate the width of my body, so wide though that my legs on either side of the.