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that deals in a wider range of drugs? Yeah. There's enough money to be made to jealously protect the Florida market from any serious competition.
    When I reach my observation post, I find Kristal resting in the pool. Arms spread, she's floating on her back with her eyes closed. The only parts of her out of the water are her toes, a tiny belly, her breasts, and face. Just as I'm wondering how long she's going to stay like this, she flips to her stomach, swims to the edge of the pool and walks out. I observe her magnificent body until she returns to her room and shuts the French door closed behind her.
    I've found out all I could for tonight. I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow could be a long day.
    Even though I'm certain Patricia made sure they were locked, I check the two main doors before taking the elevator to my place. Better safe than sorry.
    My studio smells fresh and clean. As usual, it's impeccable. I kick my boots off and throw my clothes in the hamper after turning the radio on for company.
    One of the benefits of living in the Styx is room service. The staff is amazing. They're most discreet and incredibly efficient. They come, clean up, change the sheets and the towels, and even do my personal laundry. It's the perfect set up for a bachelor.
    Not an official one, though. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, I'm a regular mama's boy still living at home while almost thirty. I take all the teasing I get with a smile.
    Those who count know better, and those who don't, can laugh all they want. I won't lose sleep over it.

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9
    T he insistent ringing of the phone jolts me from the soundest sleep. According to the clock on the nightstand, it's five a.m. An ungodly hour for anyone to get up, especially on Labor Day. This better be serious.
    "Yeah," I growl as I pick up the phone.
    "Well, excuse me for waking you up." My mother's voice drips with sarcasm. "Your police captain is looking for you. I told him you just ran out for fresh bread and milk." She chuckles. "I'm not sure he bought it, but just the same, he said you were to meet him on the double on A1A by the peer."
    "Thanks." Now I feel like shit for barking at my mother. "Sorry about that. I hope you can go back to sleep."
    She snorts. "No chance. Captain Stevens caught me as I was walking out the door. The hospital called ten minutes earlier. Ernest, brace yourself. It's seems it's a carnage your being called to. Another race gone terribly wrong."
    Her answer startles me and suddenly the light switches on in my brains. Fuck me sideways! I should have known. I'm such an idiot when I let my dick rule my thoughts.
    Last night, Kristal said she had delivered one envelope before Earplugs grabbed her. It sounded as if she had dropped a file at a lawyer's office, but for all I know, it wasn't a file. It was a fresh supply of Biker's Dream.
    A Biker's nightmare is what it is.
    Cursing under my breath, I throw on clothes and rush out the door. Riding the elevator down, I remember I drove Kristal's car here last night. Shit, I hope Earplugs made good on his promise to bring my bike here.
    Sure enough, he has. The keys are on the console table in the monitor's room. I don't even take the time to check on Kristal. It's so early, I'm certain she's fast asleep. Lucky girl.
    The ride to the shore is quick at this time, especially since today is a holiday. There's practically no traffic until I reach A1A. One officer in uniform is rerouting inland the only car I see. I stop to identify myself and while he looks at my shield, I ask, "You're alone?"
    "Nah!" He points to his colleague I hadn't seen. He's bent over the side of the road. "It's his first week on the job and he's taking it real hard."
    I nod and remember how shitty I felt after my first corpse. Lately, after several years of crime scene visits, there's really not much that shakes me anymore. Well, nothing but the smell of rotten flesh and the age of the victims. Young ones get to me.
    As I reach the scene