"Hi darling.. Ohw yes.. I really don't feel good with this headache.. I just took a painkiller and will be in bed soon.." Again I pushed two fingers i... her snatch, her juices were dripping along my fingers now... "MMMmm... Ohw... yes... I will eehmmm... a good night sleep.... " I jammed my fingers in and out of her horny snatch. The sound of her slushing snatch was filling the room... "Ohmm.... which sound...? Ohwmmm... that.. ! I am making myself.. a cup of eeuhmmmm.... hot chocolate... maybe. " "I know them," he frowned, strawberry-blonde hair sticking up from him in spikes, "I've studied them for years. I shall not forget them." Persephone smiled. "Good" she said, fidgeting with her clasp. It clicked open, and she tossed the cloak aside. She stood there, lit by the bright fluorescent synth-algae on the cave walls, braids and knots pained up her thighs and ribs, all naked except for a frilly strip of leather hanging from her neck, dangling in her cleavage and covering her belly. Unfortunately the suspect, Jacob Walters, was a hit-man affiliated with a powerful syndicate known as Eon Entrepreneurs. Eon Entrepreneurs dabbled in a spectrum of activities both illicit and legitimate, ranging from drug trafficking to media broadcasting. All of which were used to cover their true motive, political takeover. Jacob Walters was represented by high-status lawyers and most of the jury was either paid off or taken care of.Sarah was indispensable and I was one of the few given the. " Does anyone run tippers?" I've seen them. I think there are some at Paraburdoo. That's south of Tom Price and is owned by Hamersley and the Chinese government. There might be some at the smaller mines — Robe River or West Angelas. Why?" Just thinking. Where are those?" Robe River is a bit west. It's got a rail line north, too. West Angelas is south of Newman. I'd guess they'd truck to the railhead at Newman." Hmm." I felt the plane bank. "Here we are!" Yes. There'll be someone here to meet.