It wasn't that I had changed my mind. It was more that I didn't know what kind of mood my woman was in. I figured it would take the next few days to fuck her into submission. As of today she was still being a bit testy. And maybe I should just put my foot down once and for all and stop letting the agent drag me around by my fucking nose. It was hard to know what to do. Since I had never given much of a fuck before, I was out of my element. My natural instinct is to do as I please, but each time I think of it, I remember her broken look of a few days ago and the shit guts me. "Yeah but if you keep letting that shit stop you, you'll be Cierra's little bitch before long." That decided it for me. I'm willing to be a lot of things to make her happy, but a bitch was definitely not one of them. I went to check on her and found her still asleep. I took the time to stand and watch her, just take her in. Her color was better and her cheeks not so sallow anymore. I sat on the edg

Maybe it was my demeanor, I don't know, or maybe someone had been telling tales out of school, but this guy stood stiff as a statue like he was ready to bolt any second. I didn't bother trying to put him at ease. Sometimes it paid to pay attention to those tales. Although I was pretty sure I wasn't about to chuck him out the damn window if I didn't like the clothes he brought for me to choose from. I perused the outfits he'd rushed up to me, all in her size, after I'd hurriedly given a rough idea of what I wanted. "Here, we won't be needing this." I handed back the dress that was missing its bottom half and most of its back. She won't be needing that shit; I already took the bait. "These will do." I kept the rest of it without once looking at the price tags, which I knew were astronomical. Once I was rid of him I checked my watch. I was expecting someone else in the next hour, better go get her out of the shower. I chose an ensemble for this afternoon even knowing that

Whatever, I'll just have to talk her into staying put in the city. We pulled into the short driveway of the ranch style house just as the sun was going down. A middle-aged man came to the door and looked out. I would've known him anywhere since I'd spent a lot of time researching all the players in this game. I probably had a better dossier on them than they had on me, something for which I was eternally grateful since it was about to come in handy. He recognized me as soon as I stepped out the car and I could see the indecision written on his face. Fucker wanted to go inside and slam the door in my face, but the intrigue of my very presence kept him where he was. "I'm guessing no introductions are necessary, but you might be wondering what I'm doing here.""You could say that. What is this? Have you come to turn yourself in?" He grinned in a way only a demented spook could but I didn't return it."No." I let that sink in until the stupid look dropped off his face.

I leapt off the bed and headed for the closet where I kept my travel kit with everything I could possibly need for a job. "How long?" I didn't have to iterate, I knew he'd read between the lines."Four hours. She went on holiday with some kids from college. They went out on the town and she just disappeared from the club they went to. The girls didn't take any chances and sounded the alarm right away so at least we have that on our side." "The plane's ready I presume.""Yes, Tony has the location, you're heading to Bonaire. I don't have to tell you how important this is to me. Cassandra is a flighty little thing but she's dear to my heart. Bring her home Hank." "Send me everything you have." There had been a batch of murders involving cruise ships in the last couple years. Something not many people knew about since it wasn't broadcasted for obvious reasons. The assholes that be, were more interested in the money tourism brought in than preserving lives. I

I sat in the room he offered and waited. It wasn't long before he came back with the kid in tow. "I'll take it from here thanks." He huffed a little but closed the door behind him when he left. The kid looked like he was about to shit his pants and I hadn't even started yet. I walked around his chair and stood behind him, crowding him. An old interrogation tactic to put him off center. I wanted his nerves shot by the time I asked him the first question. "Are you ready to go to jail for the rest of your life?" He turned his head and opened his mouth to speak but I shushed him. "Before you say anything, think very carefully. In another hour or so, your friend Sven is going to be released to his parents, leaving you and your little cousin holding the bag. His parents are already making plans to get him off the island and who knows where he'd go into hiding." I didn't know that for sure but I know how that type works. The truth is, unless this was a horse and pony s