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kidnapping?” Blake
said with horror.
    Inspector
Wilson immediately regretted his last
statement. “No, no! Sorry, it’s a possibility, like we said
earlier.”
    “ What about
her personal life?” Benotti asked, cutting into the awkward exchange.
    “I’m going to have to disappoint you here.
Emely never spoke much about her private life. She was a
businesswoman through and through.”
    “ I
see.”
    The officers got up and walked toward the
door.
    Blake lifted the receiver and said to his secretary,
“Maria, let the police have everything they need. Then let them use
the small meeting room as a base. Call off all of today’s
meetings.”
    Benotti and Wilson nodded in gratitude.
     
    *
     
    When Blake
was driving home in his new limo that night, strange thoughts were
going through his head about what he said to the police: Is it true that the company has no
business enemies? He then recalled a
recent incident after which security had to be strengthened because
a business partner had lost his temper and attacked the chief
accountant. He had grabbed his collar, almost choking him. And that
was not the only incident. But
who could have done something like this?
    Since he was exhausted, he decided to go straight to
bed and think about it in the morning, when he was
fresh.
     
     
     
     

Chapter
3
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    The Langdon brothers were silent as Ronald steered
them through the dark woods. They stared straight ahead.
    Ronald
though t that justice had been done, but
his heart was still pounding. Never in his life had he experienced
anything like it. When Emely was tied to that tree, screaming, he
had felt an incredible surge of sexual desire. The more she
resisted the more aroused he became. An unbelievable burst of
energy forced the blood through his veins, as if he had taken some
strange drug. He was shaking. For the first time in his life he
felt really strong. He felt he was in control, and this feeling
completely overwhelmed him. He regretted that it all finished too
soon. His hands were still trembling slightly from all the
excitement.
    In contrast
to Ronald, John had some regrets about
what they had just done. Not that he felt guilty because of the
murder, but Emely had somehow endeared herself to him. It’s a shame about that bitch. His thoughts returned to what she had said:
“John, I’ve never enjoyed it so much …”
    No woman,
apart from the prostitutes he occasionally went with, had ever said
anything like that to him. He guessed
that women enjoyed it but didn’t want to admit they did. But Emely
was the first to admit it. He thought about her perfect body,
remembered her perfume. And then those words: “I think you’re much
more capable than your brother. You should have been the one in
charge of your company ….”
    How right she was. Of course I’m the smarter one. Then he started thinking about his brother.
Ronald had always been more communicative and before John managed
to see the situation, Ronald had already taken the helm of their
company. I should have been
more forceful, stood up to him , he
thought. But it’s too late
now. He looked angrily at his brother’s
plump face. This damn loser.
He destroyed everything. I should have got rid of him long
ago. He looked ahead again, clenching his
fists, as his mind drifted back fifteen years.
     
    *
     
    “ I can’t do this math,” John moaned, supporting his
head with his left hand.
    “ You’re not
the brightest spark,” Ronald said, standing near him, “but luckily
you have a smart brother who’s gonna help you.”
    From the
kitchen chair, John looked up at him
gratefully.
     
    *
     
    One
day John joined a volleyball team. During
one of the games, the ball took him by surprise and he punched it
in completely the wrong direction.
    “ My younger
brother sometimes find s it difficult to
grasp simple things,” Ronald told everyone present. “See, John, the
rules say that you have to hit the ball over the net.” He