I looked at myself in the mirror.My appearance was that of a wealthy industrialist's daughter who accidentally got knocked up. I walked to the door an... found my burden changing the way I walked ever so slightly. I no longer swung my hips smoothly from side to side, but began to waddle a bit.I entered the living room and was greeted by another of those glaring looks."So... Marissa. When is your baby due? And are all those clothes in there yours? Some of those bras looked woefully small for a. “Besides, it would violate the Creepy Old Guy formula.”“And what is that?”“A guy over thirty shouldn’t chase a woman any younger than one half his age plus seven.”She smiled and I could tell I was getting under her armor a bit. “For someone like you, that eliminates an awful lot of the probably-willing, doesn’t it?”“Yes, but the ones that are left are of much higher quality. And far more experienced.”She laughed out loud at that.Chrissie had keyed off all the kill indicators by the time we got. “My name is Ed Rogers, and I run a company called Rogers Research. I was hired to contact your cousin Rose. Could I ask you a couple of questions concerning her whereabouts?”“I’m sorry, I haven’t heard from her in years,” the young woman said.“That isn’t going to fly Lillian. Do you know a Timothy Angel?” I asked.“I’m telling you that you have the wrong person,” she said.“Rose, you have done nothing wrong. I can either call this Tim Angel and give him this address, or I can tell him I didn’t. Brad drove out of the parking lot and headed east on 44th Avenue.11:42 PMTom tried to call for help but couldn't... He couldn't get enough air into his lungs to speak above a whisper. Tom was beginning to panic because he couldn't move and he couldn't call for help and no one seemed to be coming to his aid. Then Tom felt something warm and wet on his neck. He moved his right hand to his neck and found that it was covered with what he guessed to be blood and there was a lot of it.11:45 PMAs they.