" The Huntley case is done," I told her. "The murder investigation is not. Someone killed Biff Wells. Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a shit but with Eliz...beth under the microscope, I think I need to do something."Jane appeared to be pondering my request."I'll have one of my investigators talk to the detective who secured the scene," she said after a pause."I'll send someone out to the motel to see if they have a copy," I offered.Jane again went silent for a moment."I don't think this is going to. When Tory had burned down my house, it hadn’t been my maid, as Joey had said earlier, who had died in the fire. It had been Loreena. She had been released from the hospital and was convalescing at my house waiting for Rachel and me to return. Poor Loreena….oh, crap, Abdul was going to want a replacement. I had been placed in a coma for the better part of two weeks. My house insurance had gone into effect; and my house was being rebuilt. In the meantime, Judy would let me stay at her house.. My eyelids are heavy and my body doesn’t want to move. But I know I need to. It’s a good day today, after all. It’s Christmas Day! Or Yule for the nonbelievers, myself included. But something makes me pause. There’s a weight in the bed next to me. And I feel breathing on my neck. As I comprehend this fact, my blood runs cold and I freeze. The person is unmoving. The breathing is deep and even, relaxed. Who is it? The horror stories I’ve listened to come to mind, bringing with it images of. We shared a deep and passionate kiss. “Why don’t you come over on my side and sit down. I want to play with your breasts.” I got out of my side and went over to his side of the car. He opened the door and I sat on his lap. We continued to kiss. He moved my skirt up to my waist and cupped my buttocks. He then wet his finger and pressed it into my asshole. He took the straps off of my camisole top and moved my shirt down. My breasts were now in his view. “You’re a really sexy lady. You’re.