”Wow ... wow ... I’ll make sure to tune in..By the end of my stint, my queue was empty and I sneaked out a few minutes early in an attempt to get ...ome before the news, only to be caught in a traffic jam due to an overturned tractor-trailer.When I finally arrived at Dustin’s camper the news was wrapping up. “Did you see it?” I asked Andrea.“Yes. Also Bill called with the news. He thinks the real reason behind all the delays and foot-dragging was that Ben didn’t want his finances. For all I knew, Bradley had escaped and was at this very moment getting ready to kill us all again. How did such an inept dolt get in the middle of all this? Bradley, who was laundering half a billion dollars for the mob, who had me put a laptop computer under a pile of ice in a public market. He really wasn’t smart enough for this job.Who was? Riley could figure it out. Was she alive? I heard the beeps on the machine speed up with my heart rate. She had to be alive. I promised her. She. Tell me what it is you liked me to do with your wet Pussy?"Again he sensed her resistance, this time recognising it as she bit lightly on her lip. It was clear her mind was in conflict, her body wanting one thing, her mind another. He squeezed her nipple firmly between finger and thumb, yet not hard enough to hurt her. He pressed his lips close to her ear."Give in Pam. Tell me what it is you used to love me to do with Pussy."This time one whispered word escaped her lips. "Lick."He eased back. Who you got doing the knock on doors?" Jenna was staring sightlessly down at the sheet covered body, her mind busily putting things together. "She was killed out here. Had to have been with all the blood spatter, no drag marks present. Even if our guy was strong, there's too much blood..." Jenna looked over towards the road, noting the street lights, the fast food restaurants that she knew were just a block away and heavily trafficked at this time of night. "Damn, all this traffic, people so.