Is there anything else I can do?" No, you've been quite helpful. Thank you."He looked to Kamon."Got it. Now's here's what I've got in mind."Marcy and ...ikki walked up the steps to the front door of the small apartment. It wasn't plush and was actually built over a two car garage, but the owner had done a nice job of finishing it and, at least for the time being it would serve their purposes nicely, besides it was the only apartment that was even livable that they could afford and which had been. It was also obvious she was living well beyond her means - house with a pool, kids in private school and a Porsche. Something didn't fit.It didn't take long to figure out what.For anyone who knew their way around the system her tracks were clear to see - tapping cash off the top every month from dodgy accounts.The morally righteous employee would have shopped her straight away - unfortunately for Margaret I wasn't particularly morally righteous. I waited till we were both working late one night. “I think with a few more changes, this might work out pretty good! Here, let’s see if you can keep up.They went through it one more time, but this time the girls (including Mandy as she had vacated my lap to join them) were all singing the first line as the woman, and Keith would sing the second line as a man. It was, different. Not quite a duet, and not quite romantic either. And with a guitar and speed more like what Van Halen would play, it was not exactly soft either. But neither was it. Ransom or ... or...”I heard someone moving around in the next room.A slightly older woman - I guessed her age at mid-twenties - came through the lit entry. The slim collar gracing her neck would have instantly informed me of her slave status even if her very brief clothing had not. She wore a skirt that simply tied at her left hip and a sort of tied-on halter.“Ah, good, you’re both awake. I am Maddi, keeper of Master’s purdah.”“What ... what’s going to happen to us?”“Why, Master is going to.