That would get me a ride alright, like I never had before. Pulling out the blade was almost as much excitement as putting it in, only in reverse. The ...craping bone, the tissue and the skin. The skin seemed to want to hold onto the blade as it came out. The skin seemed to continue to grasp it all the way until the tip finally came free. A tiny fountain of blood spurted up and fell back to trickle down Gabriela?s side following the faint groves made by her ribs and taut skin.Now I placed the tip. The next day was Saturday. I was expecting Mike to be at home, but he went out very early, leaving me on my own until way after lunchtime. He had told me to make myself at home, so I made some breakfast, worked out how to switch on his TV, and had a nice relaxing morning.We had our first prolonged chat with each other when he got back. I asked him about his work, but he didn't really give me an answer. His house was large and in a nice area, so I guessed he was pretty well off. There was a. "I felt myself blushing again. I hoped my interviewer wouldn't notice, butI was pretty he would. Not much escaped Marion Howard, I was sure. "Wouldyou care to see my resume?" I opened my briefcase.He smiled. "I've seen it, Ms. Hall."Of course he had, I told myself. How stupid of me to have asked him sucha question. He wouldn't have invited me for an interview unless he'dalready vetted me by the best in the business. I wondered which of thecity's private investigators his company used or, I. Please tell me where I can find him for a little discussion.”“Oh, shit, where did you come from?” The speaker pulled a pistol and pointed it in my general direction. For the moment, I just held up my hands and let him lead me to the rectangular building. We went inside and walked along a hallway for about 50 feet. We went through a side door and there was a desk with a man sitting at it. “Boss, Jim and I just caught this guy wandering around. He wants to talk to you.”The boss pointed to a chair.