She hadn't even noticed that she was lying on the tarmac until hands gripped her to turn her over."Ma'am, are you hurt? Do you need ... Oh fuck!"Kylie...opened her eyes. Looking up, there was Cliff's face floating in the air above her."Hey, Cliff, I was running." HQ, this is Cliff. I need an ambulance on the Missoula Highway three miles out from town, near the old mine. Got a collapsed jogger here; she coming 'round, though. – Hard to say, maybe too much running, maybe booze. – Okay, if you say. I began to gyrate all over the floor, my blond hair flying, Iwas shaking and twisting around as if trying to physically expel all mymental demons.I was so into it, I had almost forgotten that Les was there, watching.And when the song ended, I was so out of breath that my chest washeaving up and down over my bare midriff as I slowly walked back towardLes, who had a sad, sardonic smile on his heavily lined face."Not bad," he admitted. "But let me show you how we used to do it in myday."The next. The owner of the company liked to know what was going on, so he had hidden microphones everywhere. He was listening when Angie told of her work undercover with the LAPD Vice Squad. His ears perked up as he heard this. Viktor Rostovitch was a cousin of his and he wanted revenge on the slut that had killed him. He immediately called the interviewer on the phone and instructed her to hire this woman, no matter what her qualifications were.Angie was so happy about getting the job she didn't even. He was always around in the late evening and anyway expected her to call. He was working at home (no surprise there) and they chatted briefly. They cooed goodnights when Em told him she was tired and was going to bed. Ambrose told her she sounded super-sexy on the phone and that he would be taking that thought to bed with him in a little while. Em knew that meant he understood that she had made some arrangement, possibly a massage or maybe a straight out call, that would result in her.