She also didn't have any police friends that worked gang-crime, so she knew no one else to ask, but she thought one of her other gangland contacts mig...t know, but it would take a day or two. No hurry, at least yet.With our audience pegged, it was simple misdirection to send a pre-prepared simulacrum made from a bit of Miracle Putty depicting an illusion of me walking off alone late that afternoon into my hotel. Until I met Sean and discovered his fetish for the magical silly putty, I'd never. Leave me and my deputies to carry on wrapping up a case which your man would have drop-kicked into oblivion, while getting two hostages killed. Now get the hell out of my face!”Sheriff Justin Johnson had lost his cool. He’d later stand in front of Amber Jone’s dispatch counter and confess his sins. She simply asked, “Did they do it?”“What?” he asked, looking up, startled at the question.“Well, you told them to go do it,” she smiled her trade-mark evil grin. “Did they piss up a rope?”“Don’t. Abby's statement pulled me back to the present. I nodded and smiled. "You know me too well. I am starting a case but this one is all for me; I don't have a client." No client ... what case?" I'm gonna prove that Jonathan Robinson had his wife killed; probably had George Hamilton hit as well." Why makes you think Mr. Robinson had anything to do with his wife's death or with Hamilton's for that matter?" You remember what I found out about Cynthia and Hamilton?" Abby nodded. "At the fund raiser I. She seemed pleased with my answer, and was about to remove her panties when I stopped her. "There's something else." Oh?" she asked."It's your bush. It's got to go if you want me to go down on you."She looked shocked for a minute, making me wonder if her bush was a deal breaker. "You will go down on me if I shave my... ?" I'll settle for a close trim today. We'll fuck, and then I need to study. If you want me to go down on you, you'll need to shave." Who said you couldn't be forceful? I love a.