?Next Guy Brent, histrophy wife, his mistress sisters, and three key thugs disappear along withmost of the evidence that could have led to the million... he had stashed away.? Shetook another look at the data and muttered, ?In fact, ? the forensic teamsnever found any leads to other drugs, cash, illegal off-shore accounts, orto suppliers and customers. All the off-shore accounts had already been raidedby someone.? She frowned again and added, ?That's partially why I'm so suspiciousof the three. His eyes are a breath taking hazel. He has broad shoulders and muscled arms that are barely contained in his slate grey jacket. Underneath the jacket he's wearing a blue button down dress shirt with the hint of great pecs and wash board abs. To complete the look he's wearing slightly baggy faded blue jeans and black polished leather shoes. He smiles, extends his hand, and shouts, "Hi! I'm Michael." I smile back and shake his hand and shout, "Hi Michael. I'm Isabelle." "Nice to meet you. Do you. She lifted the chain to the top of the bed frame and started to pull it.Brian's head was slowly lifted up, causing him to moan into his gag.Once his head was about six inched off the mattress Christine padlockedthe chain."Let's get baby's hair done" said Maria. "Little babies like you, Brian,don't have much hair so we're going to shave your head bald. But we'llleave enough on each side for your pretty ribbons." Brian could only liethere completely stretched out as the girls used clippers to. The dark face of the figure turned towards the woman by the strip mall, across the small parking lot. “‘Aye, you!” It happened again. Blood rushed to Sarah’s head, filling her ears with static. Her senses strained- no, they sharpened. She could taste his acrid sweat on the breeze, smell his boozey breath. His heart beat slowly in his throat. She could practically feel his pulse under her fingertips already. Under her lips. He was still yards away but she could taste him in the back of her.