Thy Kingdom Come: Book One in the Sam Thorpe series Read Online Free PDF Page B

him lead her to a diner about a block away. Her slender fingers, even inside the torn gloves, felt soft in his.
    They sat down in a booth. She unwound the scarf from her neck and pulled down the hood. Her soft blonde hair shone even though it was dirty and matted.
    Sidney motioned to the waitress, who brought coffee. “Is this your first time in Montreal?”
    No response.
    “I’m Sidney Kramer. Can you tell me your name?”
    She stared down at her coffee and wrapped her fingers around the cup. They were pretty fingers, although the nails were chewed and broken. He wondered how those fingers would feel on his skin.
    “Do you have family here?”
    She shook her head no.
    He ordered juice and a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. When the order arrived, she grabbed the bacon and shoved it in her mouth, ate the pancakes without a fork, and gobbled up the eggs, using toast to mop up the runny yolk.
    He loved to watch those long fingers. She looked up at him a couple of times. Once, he thought he saw a smile.
    When she finished eating, she glanced at him but said nothing.
    “Do you have any place to go?”
    She shook her head no.
    “I have a spare room you can use until you find something else.” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t try and take advantage of you. I want to help you.”
    She smiled and spoke for the first time. “Thank you.”
    What a beautiful smile,
he thought. Sparkling white teeth and large, full lips.
    They walked back to his apartment. When she removed her coat, he could see that her sweater was torn in places. Her pants had several frayed spots. He could smell her as soon as she entered the living room.
    “Look, why don’t you go in and take a bath. I’ll run to the store and get you a change of clothes.” He chuckled nervously. “I’m a little short of women’s dresses.”
    That got another smile.
    Sidney led her through the one bedroom and closed the bathroom door behind her. He left the apartment and walked to the nearest department store, about six blocks away. The clerk seemed suspicious when he asked her to help him pick out clothes. “For my sister,” he told her.
    When he returned, the door to the bathroom remained shut.
    “I’m back,” he called. “I’ve got you some clothes.”
    She did not respond.
    He knocked on the door. “I hope they fit.”
    Still no answer. Had she done something dumb? His heart raced as he turned the handle and pushed the door open. She sat on the toilet, still fully dressed.
    “Can I help you?” Sidney asked.
    She didn’t complain when he took off her sweater. Then he unbuttoned her pants and helped her step out of them. He undid her bra, taking his time because his fingers shook and he was breathing hard. He pushed her panties down, letting his fingers trail down her soft skin. Her hips were so smooth. She stepped out of the panties.
    Sidney didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful woman. Here she stood, naked in front of him.
    She didn’t say a word when he helped her into the tub. Didn’t even look at him as he bathed her. But he knew this was the woman for him. Whatever had happened to her, he’d take care of her. And then, he thought, with a body like that she could take care of all his needs, too. He felt himself getting aroused.

     
    Sam followed Popeye into his office, about twice the size of Sam’s office. The poster covering the wall behind the desk startled him. It showed a picture of Adolph Hitler with a caption below the dictator’s sneering face: “I’ll be back, and this time no more Mr. Nice Guy.”
    Nazi memorabilia lay scattered around the room— uniform hats arrayed on a rack next to the desk, pictures of Nazi officers on the walls, and armbands stacked up on a bookshelf next to Popeye’s desk. A full-dress German uniform decorated a mannequin in the corner.
    Popeye faced him across the desk. “It’s not our place to question General Oliver.”
    Sam bit his lip to maintain his cool. “I didn’t question