She was short, lithe, and very young looking."Can any of you talk," I asked hoping to get one of them to open up and converse with me. "I know that yo... are all wearing a translation unit so I know that you understand me. I'm not your enemy and I'm here to help you. I just need to talk with you."My words were met with silence. I suspected that they could all speak but none of them wanted to say anything just in case I was lying to them. The awkwardness of the moment passed when Eric returned. I had been ruminating endlessly about my incident of being humped so satisfactorily from the rear in my "Granny costume and make-up" because it was without a doubt the most elegant orgasm I had ever experienced, when an idea popped into my desperate mind like a snake in the Garden of Eden.I was still talented at applying the stage make-up and I had lots of my mum's clothes that I was slow to get rid of after she passed with the cancer thing. It took a bit of time, but I finally managed to. The Feds could probably live with them as long as I kept my nose clean in local crime issues. I transferred them all to Angela’s relatives with their roots clearly from outside the country and of no concern to either Detroit or the Feds.I was not happy that the Detroit mob was sending a contingent of supposed investors to meet with me and some of the board of directors to discuss a merger of one division of our operation. I had absolutely no interest in any such deal, but it would look. He said it was for the three treasures in his life; Eleanor, Elizabeth, and Ethan. That's why he called it the Triple E; we brand our stock with three Es." Speaking of Mr. Edwards, I haven't met him yet. Is he around or is he away on business?"Oso hung his head for a minute. "Senor Edwards was killed four months ago. That cabrón Cassidy had him killed. But we can't prove it. I started to go after Cassidy but Senora Eleanor made me promise not to. She said she didn't want me killed or put in.