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better care of me than I deserved, that was for sure. He could have called the cops, probably should have, and I wondered why he hadn’t.
    I headed back into the main room, noting the hardwood floor was immaculate, as was the rest of the house from what I could see. Either Freddie was a clean freak or he had a very good maid. I assumed the latter. I set his clothes down on the same oval table.
    Freddie had settled at the breakfast bar, where a sandwich and two fingers of whiskey waited for me. I pulled out the fifty from my jeans pocket and tossed it on the bar.
    “What is that for? Services rendered?” he said snarkily.
    I laughed at that. “No, I don’t ever pay for sex. It’s all I have on me. Just let me know how much the doctor’s bill is and I can send you the rest.”
    He slid it back to me. “I don’t want your money. He’s a friend, it was a favor.”
    I left it on the bar and swallowed the whiskey before taking a questing bite of pastrami. By the time it reached my stomach I discovered I was actually starving, and polished off the sandwich handily. Food settled the nauseous waves, but my hands were still trembling, and my skin was beginning to itch. My OCD was trying to escape and I hoped I could keep it under control, at least until I reached the sanctity of kitten.
    “Thank you for the food and drink... for everything. I’m going to smoke then I’ll be ready to go.” I set the small ivory plate in the sink, along with the glass.
    He nodded distractedly. His mind was somewhere else and I left him to it. I headed towards the same arched door that had tried to keep me here this morning.
    “Trey...” Freddie’s voice rang out clearly but there was an indecisive edge to it.
    I stopped, glancing over my shoulder. “Yeah?” I had a feeling, and it wasn’t a great one.
    “I’d like to see you again,” he said without turning around. He was probably afraid of what my face would show, and justifiably, since I was staring at his back, shocked over his stupidity.
    “Are you fuckin’ insane?” I laughed, and it came out dark like a madman’s laugh. “Oh wait, that would be me — No.” I shook my head emphatically. “ Hell-no! ”
    “Why?” he asked calmly.
    “Why? Why? Are you fucking serious? God and I thought I was crazy. You were here this morning weren’t you? No. I refuse to drag anyone into my mire.”
    He swiveled around and faced me. “Just, think about it, alright?”
    I shook my head. Unbelievable. “Listen, I like you Freddie, I really do and I don’t like very many people. But the answer will always be no.” I heaved a sigh.
    It was way past get the hell outta here. My nerves were beginning to chaff under my skin, I needed my room, and I was worried about kitten. I headed out for a much needed smoke, closing the door on his harebrained notion.  
    I stepped into the damp, starless night and glanced at Mercer Island. It appeared to be floating on a sea of undulating tar. Everything was dark, yet rather than feeling foreboding, it was strangely peaceful. Even with the traffic noises coming from the converging freeways.
    Freddie exited the house from a side door, and headed to the garage along a covered walk. He glanced over. “Do you have everything?”
    “Yeah. I’ll be ready when I finish my smoke.”
    “No worries. Take your time,” he called over his shoulder as he opened the door then disappeared into the four car garage. A moment later the roar of the Masserati filled the night.
    I looked back at the house, really seeing it for the first time. It was such a nice old place. All rock and rough cedar embraced by ancient Wisteria. To bad my presence here had spoiled the tranquility, and possibly damaged Freddie in the process.
    I turned away, and took one last long drag before scuffing the cherry off in the grass. Shoving the butt in my front pocket, I headed to the garage and out of this particular nightmare.
    Freddie attempted small talk as we sped across the bridge