“What?” Jessica asked.“Dustin Brady died in an accident about four years ago.”“Who?” Abbie asked.“The photographer who took photos of th... house after it was remodeled. And who Carla worked for.”“Why try to track HIM down?” Elyse asked.“We’re pretty sure he’s the culprit,” I said, being circumspect because of the kids. “The evidence is anecdotal, but it makes sense. Jess suspects he drugged Carla, but now we’re going to have a hell of a time proving it.”“She’s deranged!” Elyse said.“I don’t know. ” Dropping her impression, she continued in a normal voice. “I forgot the context. In New York, the take-no-prisoners attitude is considered professional attire. Here, it’s a shocking affront to America’s sensibilities. I’ll watch myself.”Amanda fluffed one side of Em’s hair. “That’s bull crap and you know it. What kind of impression does New York’s finest send if you’re cursing a blue streak in front of a bodega? What impact does your ‘warrior princess’ attitude have on grieving spouses during. There were two gentlemen and one woman in one of the rooms. They had ordered a bottle of champagne to be delivered. Tonya took it down to the room and knocked. She heard a muffled come in, so she opened the door and walked in. To her shock, the woman was straddling one guy as the other had her bent forward fucking her in the ass. She was panting and moaning from the men’s effort.The guy on bottom leaned his head around to look at Tonya and said, “Just sit it anywhere, we’ll get to it.” Before. You HAVE to do this our way.”“I don’t HAVE to do a damned thing,” I replied. “Remember, I see or hear anything I don’t like, I walk. And remember what happened the last time you tried to threaten me.”“Just be there.”“I will,” I replied.I pressed the button to disconnect the call, then pulled out my personal phone and called Agent Stone to let him know.“Remember,” Agent Stone said sternly, “you can’t do anything to break the law or violate prison rules. We can’t help you if you do.”“Remind me.