He knelt at her feet and, after scrunching her skirt to her waist,nuzzled against her groin. He briefly thought how much he hated thepantyhose she wa... wearing. Not to mention the 'practical' plain whitecotton panties underneath. But he gritted his teeth and nuzzled witheven more enthusiasm. Just seeing him looking so fetchingly femininehad started Linda's juices flowing."This isn't the whole surprise, Linda. There's more. A lot more. Ifyou'll trust me," he whispered in a muffled. The elevator doors opened onto a small lobby. The only doors on this floor were those of the law firm directly in front of us.“How are we going to do this?” Roy asked from beside me.“Let’s just enter and ask to see Randolph Stevens. We’ll save the warrant for a back up in case we have any trouble,” I told him and the others.“Sounds like a plan,” Carry agreed, and Chuck just nodded, as we moved toward the entrance and opened the glass office doors. The interior was nicely carpeted and had dark. The construction crew was removing some kind of septic tank and when they pulled it out, they found her shackled inside it." Who found her?"The police officer pointed to a group of construction workers wearing sweaty tee shirts and dented hard hats standing in the far corner of the basement.The officer approached the group and returned with one of the men. "Detective Merrill would like a word with you, Joe."The officer stepped back, leaving the worker face to face with the detective."You found. He had landed on his right side smashing his shoulder, hip and knee.I bent over him and whispered in his ear in my best Irish accent, "If you want to live, leave those people at Cutter's Way alone! They are protected and you are not. Beware!"The stupid man hissed through his teeth that what he did was his business, and for us to leave him to it. I stood and kicked the man in his injured shoulder and hip, several times, with my steel-toed boot. I was sure that he would never heal properly, now..