”“It most certainly is not!” Julia hissed. Joseph was playing his translation over in his head. He was certain he used all the correct words but...it was apparent that he didn’t.“Mistress Wellington, I mean no harm to either you or your king,” the man told her. “I am Osid ben Surkta, grandson of Khala al-Massad, 34th Caliph of Creight. I wish to report that I am the last living member of my family. It seems our illustrious Caliph was killed in a rock slide earlier today. What a pity.”“So it. ” Well, the other night, we had the most wonderful play date. My husband and I arrived at their house for dinner around six. As soon as Chloe opened the front door, she gave me a nice long kiss and asked if I was ready to have some fun tonight. Of course I was!!! We flirted with each other and our husbands throughout dinner and I tried not to eat much. It was tough because Chloe is such a good cook but I didn’t want to get too full or look fat naked. I did have a few glasses of wine though. By. .. and Mr. Mornington's will?" That, Monsieur le Prefet, I cannot tell. If there is, we should have to suppose that the contents of the will were known. Do you think they can have leaked out, Maitre Lepertuis?" I don't think so, for Mr. Mornington seemed to behave with great caution." And there's no question, is there, of any indiscretion committed in your office?" By whom? No one handled the will except myself; and I alone have the key of the safe in which I put away documents of that. Look I'm done with the drug business."Amber felt shocked. "Really? You're not kidding me?" Nope. I'm done with it. After I heard what happened to you, I felt responsible. I also felt responsible for all the other folks I used to sell to. I can't deal with feeling like that. I need to move on with my life. I'm tried of being paranoid and thinking it's the cops ready to throw my ass in jail."Amber still felt uneasy. "Well I don't know if I can believe you. You really hurt me that night. I was.