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the Feds for all she knew, and then
it would be all over. No, she was much too rich to get her hands dirty. Ginny
didn’t think she’d even have someone do it. Again, she was a mostly by the book
sort of bitch and wouldn’t do this.
    She mentally marked off the cops
too. The first one might have the stomach for it, but he would have waited
around to see her reaction. And the other one would have signed his name to the
card just to piss her off. No, it wasn’t one of the family members. It had to
be someone who thought they might know, but didn’t have enough to go to the
cops—not yet at any rate. But who?
    Ginny found some tape in the
laundry room and taped the stack of towels over the hole. She didn’t clean up
the glass. She figured she’d been cut; Guinevere could clean up the mess. She
was going back to the bedroom, leaving a trail of blood behind her, when she
remembered the cat.
    Fuck it. Again, she’d been
cut. Guinevere was very capable of handling one dead cat. Besides, since she
wanted to become more involved in killing off her kids, she’d have to get used
to a little blood. Because, for the next kid, she was going to make sure there
were buckets of blood.
    ~~~
    Nathan wanted to stay and finish
talking with Jasmine. Well, he actually wanted to stay and finish what they’d
started in the car, but he’d been called back to the office by his sister. She
had told him to take his time, but after all she’d done for him he couldn’t do
that. Jasmine had gone on to her home and he’d gone to work. But she had asked
him to keep quiet about what he’d discovered.
    Now here it was, three in the
morning and he was wide awake. Wide awake and horny as hell. He glanced down at
the three books he’d picked up at the bookstore on his way home from work. That
was the reason he was standing in his kitchen with a stone hard erection and no
way to relieve himself.
    Christ, who knew that Jasmine
Waite could write that sort of thing? It wasn’t just the sex, though Christ
love a duck, that was more than he’d expected. But the story had been amazing.
Both of them, as a matter of fact. The way she’d written the characters and the
plot made him want to go out and get the rest of them to see if they were
nearly as good.
    He knew too that she was more than
likely writing from her own life. He’d heard stories about the Waite family. You
couldn’t live in this area for very long and not have heard about how Roscoe
Waite and his wife had treated their children. Or not heard how the fucking ass
had taken Quinn as a hostage and put a gun to her head demanding that Alyssa
pay what was owed him. The man had gotten it in his head that he was owed the
reward for finding Alyssa.
    His sister had been missing for
nearly ten years when Roscoe had done this. Nathan’s mother and Alyssa’s had
tried to have his sister declared dead to get to the money that had been left
to her by her father. But someone would send in a picture of Alyssa and the
papers would have a heyday about how she’d been found. Of course, it was Cain
who had actually found her.
    He’d been in the hospital waiting
on his mother’s surgery to be over when Alyssa had walked in. She’d been there
to get some medicine for one of the homeless people she’d been living with all
that time. Another man, Moon, had cut her badly and she had also been hoping to
get medical treatment. But she’d passed out before she could get away and Cain
had treated her. And that, he thought with a smile, was just the beginning for
the two of them.
    Nathan picked up the book again
and opened it at random. His cock surged when he started to read an excerpt. He
wondered if at anytime she’d ever done the things she wrote about.
    “Suck on my cock, love. I want,
no, I need to come down your luscious throat and fill you with my cum.” He
tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her to take him. “That’s it, baby. Oh
Christ, your mouth is so hot.”
    Matthew pumped hard and