I had misjudged Jeff yet again."I needed time to think. And," he blushed, "I was being childish. I wanted you to suffer." I'm so relieved."He looked s...rprised and uncomprehending."You're not perfect." Not by a long shot." I didn't trust you. I should have known, but I didn't trust you. And again, today, I didn't know what you were going to do. I should have just trusted you." How do you know what I'm going to do?" Jeff asked."You were late; very late." You've lost me, Ashley." You would never. The further reference to the suicide note still bothered him though — where had that come from? He remembered the feeling of being watched when he had returned to the SUV with Fiona in his arms."I wonder? Is it possible that Henry Sinclair has taken a hand in this? Was there someone from the Order following me? He's the only one other than Osvaldo who knew where Markow was holding Fiona. Could he have ordered a member of the Order based in Monroe to watch the cabin?"The fact that the suicide. Those red high heels, 4" stiletto, with the slim straps caressing her ankles like red leather bracelets. So hot!Shapely calves leading up to long, long legs topped by firm thighs, curvy hips and a shapely ass, all wrapped in a tight black skirt.The white blouse hugs her shoulders and tapers down to her slim waist. Her long blonde hair, usually perfect, is hanging loosely over her shoulders and being jostled while she peels potatoes in the sink. Her lovely ass beckons to me as she gently sways.. Hammond's' things if that's all right?" Sure, I don't think he'd mind." Matt said looking at Mrs. Hammond's wonderful behind as she walked to unlock the front door of her home. His eyes looked at every beautiful inch of her body. From her rounded hips, down the glorious crack of her behind and to her slender, long legs.Once inside Mrs. Hammond slid off her wet jacket. "Will you help me Matthew?" she asked with a strange tone in her voice. He ran to her side helping her pull off the wet garment.