But I don't remember how it goes. Do you, Camille?" Yes," Camille said. "I think so."She hummed a strange series of notes before the angel joined in. ...oth women fairly giggled when the angel reached for the keyboard. She copied the notes flawlessly and, like magic, the heavy steel door started to open.Brick stumbled forward, grabbing his angel and shoving her behind him. He didn't know what was on the other side of the door, but he damn sure was not about to let anyone get at her.The room was. Eyes closed she was shaking with excitement of making herself available to them. “Beti, aren’t you feeling well?” Concern was evident in the older woman’s voice.“I don’t care.” She whispered. “I am available to them.” The die has been cast, the move has been made. Now, there’s no going back. She felt hot with excitement.“Follow me.” Madame walked out.Shalini looked around the room. There was a door and a window but both were closed. The room was barely furnished with a double-bed pushed up. Their faces were quite dissimilar, too; Enrique?s face had hard, masculine features, while the dead girl?s face was very feminine and unusually pretty, even after being distorted by the agony of strangulation. Alex remembered Knoepfler pointing out and describing this girl. Her name was Florencia Hernandez, and according to Knoepfler, she was a minor porn star who specialized in, as he put it, "the rough backdoor action." Thinking of her own aching ass, Alex understood what kind of fantasy. Must be a cancer sore I thought dang it there goes thegood night kiss. I often broke out with these at key times in my life. Crap.I also noticed a tingling feeling in my chest. It was that feeling you getwhen you put Ben Gay on a sore. Kind of hot and cold at the same time.I took a shower and picked up Lisa and we started to drive to the beach andit was going great. I love cruising down the peninsula at night. We went toan incredible restaurant that served fresh fish. I felt a strange.