“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled in anger. “You could have killed somebody you son of a bitch!” But my indignation quickly subsided whe... I realized Frankie wasn’t himself at all. The poor bastard was as white as a ghost and shook uncontrollably as if under an evil spell.“A fucking demon...” he mumbled, barely audible. “A fucking demon...” he said again as he quivered in fear.“What are you talking about Frankie?” I asked, while holding him by both shoulders. I tried to look him in the. What would be the point?"Lionel shrugged, "No. It's all true. Love powered magic! I'm absolutely sure that neither of those papers has been tampered with. You opened Elizabeth's envelope. And yet the clue was clear enough in context. Elizabeth turned from a depressed old woman into - well, she was more like a teenager falling in love for the very first time. She rushed into my office demanding to change her will, sort out insurance for the crash, find out about Robert's wife. Oh, she knew all. She smelled delicious. All citrus and lavender. Her eyes were focused on my lips and I slowly licked them. She pursed her lips and looked up. "I was just wondering how it would feel to have my fingers covered in your blood while I straddle you and stab you repeatedly." She smiled. Her voice was low and breathy. "Were you now?" I chuckled softly. I gripped the towel and yanked it off. It landed somewhere on the chaise in the corner. I hadn't had the chance to see her completely naked and here. Richards." Toby led me away. "I have to ask you some questions. Has your husband been depressed lately?" No, not really." Liar, I told myself. I have to tell them about... No they don't need to know that.He sighed. "Ma'am--may I call you Jennifer?"I nodded."Did you know that your husband quit his job two days ago?" No he couldn't have. We were just talking last night. He was so happy and--" You mean he was happier than normal?" Well we had been having problems but I got us past them and we were.