McKinsey, please, what do you want? I have to get back to my friends. They'll wonder where I went." Liar," he said with a small smile tugging at his l...ps. "You were leaving when I stopped you." He fingered the sleeve of her coat as it hung over her arm."Yes, well, I... I..."Mr. McKinsey silenced her stammering with the touch of his hand on her cheek. "If you want to leave, Anna, there's the door." He inclined his head toward the exit. "I won't stop you."Anna stole a glance over his shoulder at. “Shit, they’ll just go after me again, and keep it up until they get me,” he whined. But I told him no, this was it, they couldn’t try him again, not ever. I explained about double jeopardy until it got through his thick skull.“You mean they can’t—” he said, still not quite believing.“That’s the law,” I explained. “You can only be tried once for any crime. You’re free.”“Then I can stop all the bullshit about I didn’t do it?” he asked.It froze me. I’d been picking up the papers from the table. The stiff silvercollar around my neck is locked to a delicate but effective chain attachedto the wall behind the bed. Wide leather cuffs extend over the middle halfof each arm, covering my elbows to keep me from bending them. These are clippedtogether in the back forcing my back into a slight arch; Master finds thismore elegant than cuffing at the wrists and claims that it eliminates resistancebefore it begins. Otherwise, I am naked, except for the long brown hair thathangs nearly to my waist,. The only frustrating thing was none of the phone numbers were right, and the house was out in the country.When he found the house, it really was out there, down a dirt road, and had several kids' toys scattered here and there in the yard. He backed his truck into the driveway in front of the garage. Not expecting anyone to answer, being there was no car in the driveway, he knocked on the front door anyway. A short time later, he was greeted by a young blonde, who was just tying up her rather.