We can check the other hotels in the area. Maybe Davenport didn't give his wife the exact location of where he was heading."Just then there was a heav... hand on Bahn's shoulder and he turned in his chair and looked up at the face of a lanky man, with a head-full of blonde, unkempt hair and light-blue eyes, who looked to be in this early forties. His most notable feature, as he looked down at Bahn, was his friendly, though crooked, smile."Hamilton Bahn?" the man in the grey tweed sport-jacket. .. a banner above the bed with profanities'.However his readers would love the dirty details, even if they pretended to be shocked.His editor would know which was best.Just as Johnson reached for the phone to ring his editor, it rang."Hello?" Mr. Johnson."The reporter instantly recognised the voice from the previous week."Did you like my tip-off?" Yes.Did you do that?" Does it really matter as long as I provide you with tip-offs?" You've got another one?"Johnson asked, already reaching for his. Wide, thick hips, and hair that came down to her ass. She was wearing a black crop top, a mini skirt with knee-high boots, and a ¾ length red fox fur coat. She looked like she was made for one thing and one thing only; being the greatest whore in the world. I didn’t want to stare, but I was so awestruck by her beauty that I couldn’t help myself. I felt my member hardening and wanting to burst out of my jeans. She spotted me and walked over to me, I immediately look down in embarrassment. She. "Know your fate," Caleb said severely. "No one can bring you back, unless you want to come back," Caleb declared. "Save yourself, lost one."Caleb released the gangbanger's hand and stepped back. Juan looked at him in horror, his eyes so wide in terror, that the whites of his eyes were dominant. Jorge and Benito looked at Juan with a mixture of horror and pity.In his mind, Al said, "The rest of them picked up on a shadow of what we sent to Juan. They know his fate, too."Caleb abruptly turned to.