In the end, though, that problem had proved simplest of all to solve."Remember the phone tip you got when I was in jail?" I asked. He gave me an irrit...ted look."Yes, I set it up," I said with a smile. "But it was Spook who made it, using my voice. Well, the voice you've been hearing from me; he's been altering it just enough to screw up your voice-prints, as I expect you found out. But it sure sounded like me, didn't it?"He nodded."Yeah, and the voice-prints match, too, Spook's good with. If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I have, or had, cervical cancer. Gracie is your daughter. I know, I said I was going to have an abortion. My mother had convinced me it was the way to go. She’d accept nothing less. When you called my child ‘her,’ and named ‘her’ Gracie, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. My mother and I were alienated because of Gracie. She never accepted me into her presence again, and died, some years ago, instructing that I not be allowed to attend her funeral. I was. She knelt before me. She explained. "My husband likes you. I could bejealous, but I'm not. You were a wonderful fuck to me. We had fun, didn't we?"Oh yes we did, I thought. My comical mind wanted to say, hey, I knowthat lake water was pure, but still, I don't drink that much water forjust an average orgasm.For it had been a savage, ravaging orgasm, both of us humping like drowning lemmings, need of lust coming before need of air. Her talonednails had raked my back, and my blood had crimsoned. Daniel strich ihr über die Wange und sagte streng aber mit liebe: „Gib mir dein Höschen!“ Hannah wurde schlagartig noch nervöser, zitternd begann sie, sich die Unterhose auszuziehen. Mr Andersen drehte sich zu seinem Schreibtisch und schrieb etwas. Als er sich um sah blickte er auf die glatte Spalte des Mädchens. Er griff sich den Slip und legte ihn auf seinen Schreibtisch und steckte Hannah ein beschriebene Visitenkarte in den BH, dabei legte er seine Hand an Hannas Taille und spürtet ihr.