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in the owner’s name, Gary had no problem being comfortable.  Sitting back down at the table, he opened his copy of the newspaper and scanned the contents.  His story was now fourth page news under an AP story about a movie star’s imminent divorce.  Chuckling softly, he bit down on another slice of cheese-covered baguette. People were so fickle these days; murder didn’t hold their interest for more than a few days and then they were off looking for the next thrill.  He paused, slowly licking the remnants of brie from his lips, as he remembered the feel of Mary’s skin under his hands.  She was so soft and smooth, so desirable. He knew she wanted him.  If it weren’t for Bradley Alden she would be his.
    Closing his eyes he could picture her again in the basement of his office building.  He remembered seeing the longing in her eyes, he was sure of it.  She wanted to be his.  She wanted her stomach taut and stretched, his child moving beneath her skin. She wanted to do his bidding, be at his call, waiting and willing to do whatever it took to pleasure him. He inhaled deeply, feeling the rush of desire pulsate throughout his body. He allowed himself to enjoy the sensation: the heat, the tension and the power.
    He opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, and thrust the knife into the soft body of the brie. She would be his…and soon.
     

Chapter Seven
    “What smells so good?” Clarissa, Bradley’s eight year-old daughter, asked as she entered the front door accompanied by Officer Ashley Deutsch of the Freeport Police Department.
    Ashley had been assigned to watch Clarissa until Gary Copper had been captured.
    “Cookies,” Ian said, “Chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin.”
    “Yummy!” Clarissa yelled.
    “Well, they would have been,” Ian continued, walking over to her and plucking her stocking cap off her head. “But I ate them all.  I’m so sorry, I tried to save you some, but I just couldn’t help myself.”
    Placing her hands on her hips she shook her head. “You are going to get fat and Gillian won’t love you anymore,” she stated.
    Raising his eyebrows and looking down at her, he folded his arms across his chest. “Are you calling me fat?” he asked.
    “If the cookie fits,” she replied, trying hard not to smile.
    He dove at her, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the couch where he dropped her down and tickled her. “Take it back,” he said, as she laughed and squirmed in his arms.
    “No, no I won’t,” she replied through her laughter. “You’re fat, fat, fat!”
    “It’s not fat, it’s muscle,” he insisted.
    “Fatty muscle,” she giggled and dove under the cushions for protection. “I’m going to send Gillian a picture of you and she’s going to be disgusted.”
    “Well, now, you won’t have to send her a photo at all,” he replied. “She’ll be here in two weeks for the wedding.”
    Silence fell over the room immediately after the words left his mouth.
    Clarissa scooted out from beneath the cushions and climbed to the top of the couch.  She looked across the room to Bradley and Mary who were just coming out of the kitchen. “You’re getting married in two weeks?” she asked, astonished.
    Ian sighed. “It’s sorry I am for letting the cat out of the bag,” he said and then he turned to Clarissa. “Darling, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    “No. No, it’s alright,” Bradley said, hurrying across the room and sitting next to his daughter. “Clarissa, this morning I asked Mary if we could move up the wedding.”
    “Why?” the little girl asked.
    Bradley ran a hand over her head softly. “Because I want us to be a family as soon as possible,” he said. “And the best way to do that is to get married sooner.”
    Clarissa looked over to Mary. “Do you want to get married faster too?” she asked.
    Mary came over and sat opposite Bradley, on the other side of the little girl. “Yes, I do,” she replied. “I want us all to be together and be a