”Dave pulled his phone from his pocket and hit number six on his speed dial. A moment later his movie star wife answered her cell. “Hi Dave. What�...�s up?”“Where are you now?”Scarlett replied over some noise behind her, “Of all places, I’m in Morocco. This place is the pits – scenic and touristy, but we’re a little off the beaten track where we’re filming. Sand in every direction, but I have cellphone coverage; go figure.”“Are you safe?”“I think so. I have two round-the-clock bodyguards armed to. Didn’t mean he had to like it.The building was a clinical, sterile place. Rows of identical neon lights stretching down corridor after identical corridor. The smell of antiseptic hung heavily in the air. If Lisa had gone into this with any illusions, they would have been dispelled now. This was no safe house. This was a laboratory.Even late at night, the place was busy. Workers scurried about to and fro as they went about their tasks. Other than the front guards, no one questioned their. The Hombres liked them too, as they were all smiles as they tuned up their instruments. As I was standing there bull-shitting with them, Ernesto, the bands leader and Miguel Calderon’s father, asked me if I was going to do a few numbers with them that evening. Does a hobby horse have a hickory dick?“You will have to tie me up and gag me for it to be otherwise,” I told him.Ernesto smiled at that and motioned to his son. I looked at Miguel curiously when he walked over to a table and picked up a. The whole affair, from Tomlinson’s queer awakening to Misha Podgolskiv’s equally perturbing revelation about the ‘woman in chains’ had been profoundly unsettling to Balinski. That she had been Leonard Berensen’s confidante and off-and-on lover for twenty years had only served to confuse her more. Who was this woman? What did she want? More importantly, just what the hell was she? What had happened to her? Nothing made sense, least of all Leonard’s role in all this. She looked at Misha doing his.
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