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sir. N-n-n-no trouble at all,” he stammered. “I was going to phone you in the morning. I didn’t want to disturb you, that’s all.”
    “You’re lying to me, Templeton. I don’t know why but you are. I gave you an extremely large retainer fee with the promise of more on delivery. Don’t disappoint me, Edward. I get irritated when things don’t go as planned,” the raspy voice continued. “I expect to hear from you by Friday. It would be in your best interest not to screw this up. Good night, Edward.”
    Ed stood there holding the receiver listening to a dial tone. The cold sweat of fear trickled down his back, making it hard to breathe. Now what am I going to do? I’ve got forty-eight hours to get her out of the way and reclaim the property. The money was gone. He couldn’t return it if he wanted to. He didn’t think it was an option anyway. He would just have to figure out a way to get back in there again. So far, no one had seen him during the break-ins. If she happened to catch him, she would have to disappear. No witnesses, no proof. What was that cliché, “dead men tell no tales”? He laughed at his private joke and downed the rest of his drink. Heading towards the coffee table, he gazed affectionately at the small pile of cocaine and the straw. The snowy white powder beckoned to him like a seductive lover. The world, all his problems, everything just seemed to slip away when he was high.
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    “The man is an idiot. I hate to admit this, but I think I might have made a mistake in hiring him.” Mr. Vee said to his female companion. The voluptuous redhead turned around and walked across the room towards him. She wore a silver slave chain around her waist, red stiletto heels and a seductive smile.
    “You don’t make mistakes. Everything happens for a reason. Like me being here naked and waiting for you to feast on my body,” she whispered in his ear as she climbed in his lap and ran her hand across the front of his pants.
    He felt his manhood respond to her touch. Looking down at her large breasts just mere inches from his face, he smiled. “You are so right and I am very hungry.”
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    The next morning, Rachel woke with a headache and what felt like a mouth full of cotton. She let Brutus out and bleary-eyed she stumbled into the kitchen. Making her way to the instant coffee and kettle, she yawned. While waiting for her water to heat up, she made a mental recap of events in the last forty-eight hours . She’d moved in to a rundown, abandoned cabin, met a hunky sheriff, made a new friend, and found a fortune in artwork in her garage. She gave a humorless little laugh as she poured herself a cup. “I’ve got the makings for a new book on my hands.”
    Drinking her coffee, she decided the book could wait for a few weeks. Right now, it was time to get serious on home repairs.
    After showering and dressing in faded old jeans and a ratty old work shirt, Rachel decided to move on to the appliances. Under years of dirt and grime, she discovered the stove was still in very good condition. She considered keeping it; it added a nostalgic ambiance to the room. The refrigerator was definitely out of here. It wouldn’t even come on. She vaguely recalled her mother complaining years ago about how temperamental it was. Once the movers arrived, she would have them haul off all the old pieces she didn’t want or need. She could envision how everything would look once it was done. The yellow cabinets needed to be sanded and a fresh coat of white paint applied. She planned on adding glass front doors to them as well. The counters would have to wait a little while, but the pearly gray granite she picked out was going to be perfect.
    Crouching down, she inspected the linoleum closer. It was coming loose in the corners, so she pulled. Paydirt! Underneath the grimy linoleum was the same hardwood planked floor that ran throughout the rest of the cabin. Excited by her new find, Rachel began frantically peeling