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The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up. I had my proof, so I decided to immediately go to Philip to sue the two deranged lunatics. I put the pen drive with the security footage into my handbag and went out. Before I reached the door, I ran into Joy and Jeremy. At the sight of me going out in a hurry, Jeremy smiled. Despite my protests, he grabbed my handbag and poured all of its contents on the floor. He picked up the inconspicuous, black pen drive and shook it in front of me. With a snap, the pen drive broke into two.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly, I felt a tight grip on my hand. I turned to see Dominic behind me. His face darkened. He blinked in agitation when he saw the packet of powder in my hand. I knew these were signs of rage. I smiled and said teasingly, “What else can I do? I’m just making your favorite seafood chowder!” As I said that, I gave the packet a shake. The powder poured into the bowl of chowder and disappeared without a trace.

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They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

"This is what you both used to read. You used to swoon over them. The hero kidnapped her for a fucksake. Shalini and you have heart eyes for him." "Hey, they are morally grey characters," I explained. "So this is my surprise? You bought me all the smut books?" "Pick one and open them." I took the book with his photo on it, When I opened the first, there was a note and a tiny box carved in it. My heartbeat spiked. These are not books. Not just any books. I open the other books and they are all the same. It has tiny boxes carved in them and story stared in the pages beneath.

Detective Sparks was wont to agree with him and said as much, but it didn't take long for them to know that they were on the right track. It was when they made their way upstairs, after climbing the treacherously dangerous rotted stairs against her better judgment. As soon as she walked into the loft she smelt it. If the stale scent of sex in the air wasn't a dead giveaway the blanket that someone had left behind on the matted hay would've told the tale. "What have we here?" She moved over closer to get a better look, her heart picking up speed when she saw the newly discarded cigarette butts strewn across the old hay. "Go back down to the car Pete and bring me the evidence kit."

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The pockmarked face was slightly red and a few strands of his brown hair stuck to his forehead in the sweaty sweat. He took a deep breath, gave me a quick look, and then put his weapon safely back in the holster under his coat. And then he did what he always did when a hunt was successful. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He was out of breath, but he could smoke in almost any situation. That was so typical again. And me? I stood there and would have loved to throw a stone at the head of the fool.

From start to finish. He finished with the salad, but he hadn’t started with the steaks yet because, for some reason, he felt like Clara was too quiet, and like children, a quiet Clara is a suspicious Clara. It usually meant she was either messing with her phone and problems were brewing somewhere, or she was fast asleep and would not want to eat.