He came to Exposé mostly on Fridays and Saturdays, when the wife was visiting her mum on Long Island."Angelita's mom got sick so I decided to blow of... a little of the work tension from today," he replied, sipping his scotch on the rocks."It is always nice seeing you, Phil," I told him honestly. I gave him my innocently sultry smile and asked, "Fancy a dance?"He nodded, rising. I took his hand and led him to one of the private rooms down the hall opposite the hall that led to Sal's office. If. I realized then that it was a truck, a work truck, not a showpiece. So now it had some fender dings, a couple of places that had primer covering a place where some asshole had banged into it that I had fixed, but not had a chance to paint over. But the truck ran like a top, the Hemi purred like a kitten at idle but roared like a lion when I really gave it some gas.The plan was changed and we were supposed to fly to maybe Memphis and then back to DFW, but that was cancelled when the storm got. She could get in bed with the CEO of FedEx, who was laundering money for the mob and break his neck but she couldn’t pull the trigger an a fifteen year old dope dealer? ‘My job is to eradicate enemies of the State, not to be chasing after deal-ers like some mediocre, doughnut-eating cop.’ She always had to be re-minding her boss. Enemies of the State. That was exactly what the men in room 302 were. She dropped the ID card next to its practically lifeless owner, withdrew the pistol from her bag. We made our way through the prison, stopping every few feet to have a door unlocked. "She's down here, Mr. Mayor," the guard said, unlocking another door.Bars rattled and I could hear my sweet daughter moaning in pain. I hurried down the corridor, passing the cells and then gaped. My poor daughter was being held by a skinny man with a weaselly face, his hips pumping away, raping her through the bars."Darleen!" I gasped. "Stop him! He's raping my daughter!" Fuck, yeah!" groaned the disgusting.