As for me, the day had been way too exhausting for that.Shaking my head, I flashed him a smile. "Not tonight. Thought I mightturn in early. Get a good...night?s rest."He returned my grin. "Sounds like a winning plan to me, Charlie. Goodnight." Night ... Daddy."Back up in my room, I closed the door and made my way over to the bed.While pulling back the thick comforter, I noticed the message light onmy phone, sitting on the nightstand, was blinking. When I picked it upand touched my thumb to the. Stacy took it not because she was desperate, but because Rachel was her boss.“Then we put Stacy at your house to make a deal about the Russians.” Her dad said.“What now though? They don’t have the Russians?”“That’s because the Russians realized they were blown, and left town, but not after they took you.” Rachel sounded like she was smiling but I couldn’t really see if she was. “Making them leave town trying to find me… dead or alive.”“Don’t worry, you’re way too valuable to kill.” Her mother. I began leading him up the stairs toward the bedroom, wiggling my ass as he followed closely behind. As we entered the room I pointed to a chair by the bed, ushering him to sit down and await further instruction."I have a few surprises tonight, but before we start I have something I want to ask. If this is going to happen, you have to do everything I say, no exceptions. Do you agree to follow my instructions?"He nodded, "yes, definitely yes." Good," I said. "Now are you ready to make up for. Holding up a piece of legal size paper he read, “In the case of the State vs. Travis Benson on the charge of 1st degree murder, we the jury find the defendant...” Mayfield paused and gulped before he continued. “We find him guilty of the charge.” He sat down quickly and wiped the sweat off his forehead.“Thank you, lady and gentlemen of the jury,” Rawlings said. “You are excused and may leave the courtroom. Will the defendant please rise?” Travis looked at the judge, flipped him the bird,.