“Just you and Mr. Manning.” They reached Robyn’s room.“What can you tell me about him,” she asked as she punched in her key code. I’d gues... quite a bit, considering I watched you go down on him…“Mr. Manning is a successful real estate owner in the city and is here quite a bit. He has a fairly stressful life, and this has become his oasis.” Kendra stepped in and looked at the itinerary on the table, which now had a vase full of calla lilies. “You are slated for yoga next, followed by acupuncture. To make her happy. Not because some thugs pressured him. Fucking push me around in my own office, he thought, the rebellion rising again. And coming to my house! In my fucking house! he railed silently. To show her, to show them! The doorbell rang several times rapidly, snapping him from his reflections. "Okay, okay, cool your jets," he muttered as he closed the last few steps and reached for the door. Grabbing the knob he paused before turning it, taking a few deep breaths and stilling his. Told her this can be worked out and to come to my office later today. As she left, her boobs brushed against my arm and she gave me a big smile. Bobbi was one sharp looking gal and put together that will make many a guy do a head turn. By the time Bobbi got back to my office everyone was gone for the day. Bobbi sat down and we went over schedule options and worked out one that would work for her. Had nothing planned for the evening and casually asked her if she would care to join. .. that’s a lie.What we got from the investigator was, “Hey, don’t walk through my crime scene.”We detoured through the garage. There’s a door to the yard by the outhouse.“Hold on,” Edgar said, “I need to pee.”“Go ahead ... it’s two holed ... no waiting.” One of my better lame jokes.The deputy at the gate didn’t know about ... or hadn’t noticed ... the door from the garage into the yard.“You guys want a beer?”The deputy said No, the investigator said after he finished. The ambulance driver.