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had been like Donna had reached out from her grave
to let him know he wasn’t off the hook. He’d pay for what he’d done to her.
    It had been an invigorating game,
letting Donna think she’d been in control. He could have taken her out at any
time. He’d made so much money because of her. He’d been the one in control but
she’d had no idea. She thought she’d been running him. He chuckled as he sat up
straight in his chair and slowly climbed to his feet. It had been too easy.
She’d been a scared rabbit, trying to act all tough. He was going to miss her
hard smackin’ demands. She’d fed him so much information about all those men in
government. Her husband included. Really he was going to miss her. She’d given
him enough to blackmail at least fifty more people. Ah… the sins of the rich and
powerful.
    He brushed his hand back over his
hair as he made his way across the room to his scotch. As he reached for a
glass, he froze.
    What if someone else finds it?
    Feeling light-headed for a
minute, he rested his fingers on the table to steady himself. The picture
should have been little more than an embarrassment. One that he could have
created some elaborate story around. One that made him seem more like a victim.
His in-laws didn’t like him and would do anything to get rid of him. That photo
might lead them to look at him more closely. Right now he was an annoyance they
tolerated but it wouldn’t take much to shift that image. If they knew the photo
existed...to him the things he’d done to protect himself - the bribes, the
blackmail, the man he’d murdered, the extortion - and the lifestyle he lived,
were acceptable. People finding out about him and his real preferences in life,
was not. He made a lot of money from just that kind of secret. If his were
known…
    He shuddered. He couldn’t take
the chance. His game of twenty-nine years was going to have to come to an end.
He just had to make sure that not all parties were aware of what exactly he’d
been playing at. It had been so damn invigorating and thrilling, especially
knowing that there was a degrading picture of him that would have solved all of
their problems, had they gotten their hands on it. One of them would surely
like to actually put the bullet between his eyes that he’d been threatened with
on many occasions.
    He had started it and now must
end it.
    All because of a damned picture.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    “Oh Heavenly Father please accept Donna into your arms. Take
care of her for those on earth who loved her…”
    The minister’s voice droned on.
Bailey bowed her head, letting the tears fall freely. She couldn’t understand
why her mom hadn’t told her she was ill. They never really talked about
anything personal, ever unless it was a fight, but she didn’t think that was an
excuse for her mom not to tell her something of this magnitude.
    Bailey dug in the right pocket of
her long, blue coat, to dig out a fresh tissue. All she managed to find was a
mangled one that had seen better times. The left one was already full of used
ones. She held the shredded pieces together and blew her nose as best she
could. Stuffing it back in her pocket she raised her head. The few other
attendees, whom she had no idea who they were, still had their heads bowed.
Thankful for the reprieve from the, I’m-so-sorry look everyone was giving her,
she looked straight up. Clouds and blue sky mixed, letting the sun play hide
and seek. She let herself drift with the ever changing sky, blanking out all
that was going on around her. A stiff breeze whipped around her, enveloping her
in its cool biting presence. She shivered. She shifted from foot to foot.
Normally two-inch heels didn’t bother her but today they were pinching like
crab pincers. The minister’s voice carried on in that monotone voice that was
an instant sleep inducer. She tuned him out. Sleep was something she could use.
About seventy-two hours worth.
    But not yet.
    She had just a