During her recovery Candice and her brother had hypnotized Constance. Under hypnosis they’d gotten her to believe the child was still alive, but had...been taken by the pedophile, John Grayson, to become his sex slave. They also convinced her John would never be caught unless evidence was planted on his computer. It was Constance, who, under Candice’s control, had planted the evidence that eventually convicted him. After the trial they’d used some political influence and forged papers to have her. "I swear I don't know where they took her and-" "Then you're of no use to me."I shot him in the face. "The lead didn't pan out," I said into a whisper mic."He's not talking?" came the voice in my ear. "No." Is he likely to talk?" The man's brains slipped from the back of his shattered skull to fall to the floor with a wet plopping sound. "No," I replied, holstering the forty-five. Saskia Bumfelt was only moments from a body wracking orgasm when she was interrupted by the comlink switching the. He knelt on the bed and began lightly rubbing his strong hands over Karim’s back, moving them down and massaging his buttocks and then up to his back. Karim didn’t move.He wore the same elastic-waist shorts for sleeping as did Kamil. Kamil pulled them down exposing the top half of Karim’s rounded buttock’s cheeks and continued his gentle kneading. He leaned down and kissed the small of Karim’s back and moved, running the tip of his tongue down the exposed cleft in Karim’s buttocks. He rose up. “So what?”“So you actually just press a few buttons now and again.”I thought about that. “I suppose I do. But then, you just talk. You don’t make any of the things you sell, you just talk to people until they give up and buy something.”He looked surprised at my words, and then offended. I shrugged.“I don’t think you have a clear understanding of retail planning, marketing campaigns and the tactics of salesmanship.”“No,” I admitted. “But I know I keep getting productivity bonuses for the job I.