It couldn't have been but a week after Darrin was burning in Hell, that both of my wife's brothers had been mysteriously murdered. The police reports ...oncluded that one or more of the spouses of their clients (a.k.a. the victims) apparently decided that the world would be a better place without the two brothers.One of them, Seymour, was run down by an 18-wheeler. Normally, this would have looked like a traffic accident, except for the fact Seymour was getting an erotic massage in a seedy motel. She groaned aloud—then suddenly remembering where she was instinctively tried to muffle her mouth with her hand but succeeded only in jerking against the handcuffs and bruising her wrist. Which at least turned her groan into a gasp.She would gladly have begged him to stop if she thought there was any chance she might succeed—but she knew better. This was her third failure...and three was definitely not the charm in this case.As Long John's vibrations rippled up through her like waves of pure. He had never seen that side of Keri before, although it fit with his impressions of her boss.Another email explained the expensive looking diamond earrings that Keri had worn for the Crosby and Knox Christmas party. She had told him they were cubic zirconium, but the email showed him that they were real, a very expensive Christmas gift from her lover. Once again the message in her folder was a reply from Trey to her original message thanking him for the extravagant gift. It seemed to Kevin that. My boss, the owner, noticed my burgeoning love for the business and guided me along. He had a couple of adult children but none of them wanted to follow in his footsteps. I guess I became the child that he had always wanted. Someone he could pass his knowledge to.One day he called me into his office."Billy, take a look at these bank foreclosures and tell me what you think might make a good investment for us, "he said."I've never done this sort of thing before," I alibied."Don't worry, I'll.