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Ballard.” Words poured out now—in a rush to try to avoid any more pain. “He was my gymnastics coach when I was younger. He’s a computer geek, hacks into feeds to get movies and TV shows and whatever he can find…” Breath whistled through her teeth as she tried to fill her lungs. “He called me--said he stumbled across this awful film in some protected feed and recognized one of the girls as someone he had seen at a gymnastics meet in the Mid-west. He didn’t think she was into porno, so he called me and asked me to look into it…”
    Mike nodded. It sounded right—but Andy would have to make the final decision. As he thought about it, the girl continued to talk, still frantic to tell him everything—anything—as long as he didn’t start hurting her again.
    “I took the film to my boss. She didn’t want me to follow it up at first, but I convinced her that we should look into it—that’s why I came here. That’s the truth! I swear! The truth!” She started to cry. “Please…please master! Don’t hurt me again!”
    Mike smiled and patted her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you—at least not now.” He took a step closer. “But I am going to make sure you keep your promise…”
    Her head moved toward him, mouth still partly open as she gulped for air.
    He laughed as he started to undo the straps that held her ankles in place. “You’re going to spread your legs…” He freed her ankles and started on her waist. “And then you’re going to beg me to fuck you!”
    His laugh grew louder as she moaned softly.
     

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE- TWO DAYS TO CAPTURE
    The trip to Harry Winston’s offices was, as Fanelli had expected, a complete waste of time. The secretary/receptionist behind the front desk, who was good-looking enough to have done films on her own, greeted the two agents cordially enough—and quickly guided them to an office that had been set aside for their use. Once inside, she offered refreshments and contacted an accountant who, in company with a bookkeeper, entered with a huge a pile of papers and books which they placed on the table in front of Agent Kelly.
    Fanelli was not an accountant—he had no interest in that side of the investigation—so as his ‘partner’ pushed papers and snarled questions, he took the opportunity to leave the little office and spend a little time chatting with the receptionist who, as it turned out, was unmarried and not averse to a little flirting with an FBI man.
    He had almost arranged a dinner date when the conversation in the office he and Kelly had been given started to rise in volume.
    Fanelli excused himself and went back inside, shutting the door as he saw Kelly leaning over the table and waggling a finger at an entry in one of the books placed there.
    “I’m going to ask you one more time!” Fanelli had heard her quite clearly outside the room—inside, her volume was enough to cause him to wince. “Who made this charge—right here? Which of your employees signed off on it?”
    “As we’ve been trying to tell you, Agent Kelly.” The accountant was a mousy man, perhaps five foot eight and one hundred pounds--when soaking wet. He was deferential, but Fanelli knew that the suit the man was wearing cost more than either Agent made in a month. “This charge was made without authorization from any of our executives.” He pushed another paper toward her. “As you can plainly see, we contested the charge as soon as it came in! The credit card company is still investigating but they’re satisfied that it didn’t come from any of us—do you have any reason to believe otherwise?”
    “It’s too damned convenient!” Kelly snarled the words as she snatched up the proffered bit of paper. “Two credit card charges—each key to my investigation—both from this office!” She glared at the accountant. “And you tell me that both are fraudulent—don’t you find that the least bit unusual?”
    “Agent Kelly,” the little man was sweating