I was guessing that she’d be pretty crazy in bed. ‘You have no idea,’ she smirked, her eyes once more focused on me. Had I said that out loud? ...��Certainly not about you,’ I snorted, not knowing how to take this girl, but too tired to try and figure her out any longer. ‘Why are you here?’ ‘Be thankful I am,’ she replied. ‘Mother sent me to do more than just make sure you’re who you think you are. She also sent me to speed up the healing process.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ I asked in. At that tme time was 11.00 am and i told her to move back to school. After a week , she called me and told that she is alone in her house and asked me to come in bus to her house. I expect the day, and gone to her house. She was waiting for me and gave a coffe. She told my parrents are gone to attend a condolence and will be back only in late evening. After that we both went to their bed room . Fist time i am touch a young teenage girl in pleasant palce and able feel the softness. She is having. The pay is lousy, and I’m wishing I was a waitress again instead of a cook. Every night when I get out of work, the first thing I do is go home to my cheap rented room at a pay-by-the-week motel and take a shower. Then I lay in bed, trying not to think of the last person to lay there, and stare at the ceiling until I can fall asleep. I’m not using any of the money from my safe, once again in the freezer, but I’m also not putting any in. The cooking job is barely paying for the rent, and I’m. Look, old friend, there had better be no tracks that lead back to you.”“That sounds accusatory, Jordan. I can’t think of any reason tracks would lead to me.”“Later,” Jordan ended the conversation. “Our truck is on the move.”I’d done Simon one last favor when I dissolved the business. I’d done it in Bradley’s name. There was no evidence of anything that would lead back to Simon. I did think, however, that it merited a little investigation to see if I could tell how they were planning to move the.