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voice that brook no dissent.   And then the limousine drove away.
    Betsy wanted to ask where they were taking Kyle, and
she almost attempted to, but Roz pressed her elbow before she could.   Betsy looked at Roz.   Roz shook her head, as if to say: speak at
your own risk.
    Betsy didn’t say a word.

 
    Nobody said a word during the entire ride back to
Mick’s compound, a beautiful lake estate that was now Roz’s home too since
their three-week-old marriage.   Mick stared
at Roz the entire time.   He did not take
his eyes off of her.   Betsy wondered if
he was having second thoughts about marrying Roz, as if even he could finally
see himself how bad a match it was.   In
Betsy’s eyes, Roz was a good person, a person who helped people and looked out
for her fellow man.   Mick was a predator,
a snake in the grass, a dirty dog who would just as soon kill you than deal
with you.   Roz, Betsy felt, deserved
better.   It would be a great day to Betsy
if Roz could take him for everything he was worth and then the two friends went
off to live together.   Neither would be
relying on any man forevermore.   Both
would have their pick of the litter.
    Archie Bloom, Mick’s front gate security chief, was
at the gate as the limo drove up and stopped, on Archie’s signal, at the
booth.   The driver pressed down the back
window.   Archie leaned in.   “Everything alright, boss?” he asked Mick.
    “Did you find out who blew the detail?” Mick asked
him.
    “Yes, sir.   McBatten.   He’s been fired.”
    Mick nodded.
    “The men called,” Archie said.   “The package has been disposed of.”   Then Archie glanced at Betsy, and saw her
swollen eye.   “Does anybody need medical
assistance, sir?   Do I need to call
Blax?” Mark Blaxton was Mick’s, and now Roz’s, personal physician.
    Betsy knew she could use some medical attention, but
Mick wasn’t in that kind of mood.   “No
need to call anybody,” he said to his man.
    “Good enough,” Archie said as he backed up, and then
motioned for the driver to move on.
    The limo proceeded to travel up the long, winding
driveway that led to the front door.   When the limo stopped in front the steps that led to the entrance, Betsy
had worked herself up into a panic.   She
knew she was treading on fire, but she couldn’t hold it in another second.
    “What does that mean, Mick?” Betsy asked.
    Mick, seemingly for the first time since getting in
the limo, actually looked at Betsy.
    Betsy could feel her heartbeat quicken just from the
look in his harsh eyes, but she did not back down.   “What does it mean that the package has been
disposed of?   What does that mean?”
    Roz wanted to kick Betsy’s ass for questioning Mick,
and Mick let out a harsh exhale that startled Betsy.   Then Mick looked at Roz.   “Go inside,” he said to her.
    Any other night and Roz would have argued with him.   She never liked to be dismissed as if she was
some child, and normally she wouldn’t have it.   But she couldn’t get Betsy to see reason.   She couldn’t get a woman who was more
concerned about her abuser than herself to understand the craziness of her ways.   But she sensed Mick could.   She hated to put Betsy in this position, but
Betsy, she felt, put herself there.
    Roz got out of the limousine.
    Betsy wanted to follow her, and almost did, but the
driver who held the door open for Roz closed it when Roz stepped out.   The House Manager was waiting at the bottom
step, and assisted Roz into the house.   The driver walked around and got back behind the wheel of the limo.   By virtue of the fact that his boss was still
sitting in the limo, he knew his mission for the night was not complete.
    Mick stared at Betsy during the entire
interchange.   He, in fact, did not utter
a word until his wife was safely inside their home.   Then he uttered quite a few.
    “I don’t like you,” he said to Betsy.   “You’re an obnoxious, self-centered user who
has been