Well, that Bobby guy showed some courage. He found my house and slipped in. I would be proud to say he was looking for me, but it was pretty obvious he was instead looking for Christina. He did not have enough of her during the weekend, I guess. So he finds us just after coffee, when I was relaxing by slapping her breasts with a newspaper.
He was spotted by the house alarms, of course. I send Christina to call him inside, and tell him he can have her if he can give her a beating. He manages to - just a few slaps and shake, childish things - but the boy has potential. I'm afraid he could start to really like her, though - feelings are a terrible weight in this work.
Still no trace of the disappeared two. Where are they? I expected something - even a hit against me - waiting is unnerving.
Janus Research: for detective stories with a twist.
17 years ago
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