As she folded the phone and attached it to her weapons belt he moved to her side offering the coffee.“Morninʼ. Howʼs Ben?”
“Same old, same o...d. He just canʼt seem to face the day without...”“My uncle was that way. Drank himself to death. We all tried everything. Nothing worked.”“Before she died, Mom said Dad just started drinking out of the blue. No reason. It just got worse and worse. Thatʼs why she left him. I havenʼt had much luck either.”“Speaking of luck...” came a mature female voice from. He was quite dead.Thompson prodded him with the butt of his rifle to make sure."Is that a smile?" Thompson asked.Damn creepy, Bill Willets thought. Steer looked like he'd been frozen in an act of prayer. His eyes were turned upwards and a wide grin was carved on his lips. He looked completely at peace, like some kind of Buddhist Zen master.Steer was a vicious bastard who used to get his jollies from pissing on Iraqi prisoners and wiring them up to the mains."I've found Amott," Bench called. . But not really. The estate is pretty spread out. I don't see them, unless I want to." Then CJ pushed a button and directed, "Take us by Shale Rock on the way back." Shale Rock?" I teased. "Why not Benson Manor? Creighton Place!" "Very funny. Creighton is my mother's maiden name, so that wouldn't make sense. It's a family thing for me to take her name, but I've never gone by it." I was just teasing. I still live on our estate too," I said, laughing."There's the house," CJ said, pointing. . well, her doctor _had_ said that sex was the best form of aerobic exercise. You just had to do it at least three times a week for sessions of an hour or more. They met the quota easily, often trying out new and interesting ideas.'Now,' Angie thought, 'we'll see what sort of mischief I -- we -- can get into in a place with soft, sandy beaches, lapping waves, hammocks, and waterslides.' Her body tingled at the possibilities.They got their swim bags out of the back seat and walked to the gate..