"What do you mean?" Someone painted a message on the side of the building, in the alley. Probably before the fire was started. It said, 'I want what's... mine, Bitch.'"My heart flew into my throat making it hard to swallow. "Me?" I squeaked, backing up a step in surprise. "This was because of me?"Keven pulled an arm around my shoulders and I retreated into his protection. The detective shrugged again. "Maybe. Or maybe someone wants something from the lady that owns the building. Or someone wants. Then I left the motor running so that once he would wake up the car would be out of fuel. I also left the lights on so that the already poor battery would drain out of juice. I took one final look at the scene and put on my backpack and mounted the GPS to the motorcycle before starting it and driving away along the hardened wadi.After a moment I stopped, looked back and listened. The car was in such a sheltered place that nothing could be seen or heard. I wondered if it would have been easier. Another man's wife. The conquest was at hand, her man had already surrendered to his will, utterly. The testosterone was flowing through his body. The sissy had caved to his will rather easily, without a struggle, giving up the only pussy he had to him. He smiled. He could not fathom doing that. What is wrong with these fucking tools. There is nothing more precious in life than women and pussy. I will never understand this fucking loser jacking off on his knees. A mentality he could. I doubt any other person in the history of Chicago has reported 100% of his cash earnings to the IRS.”“It kept me out of trouble with you guys and with them,” I said. “I’d say it cost me less than the attorney’s fees I would have paid, not to mention fines and a possible trip to Club Fed.”“Most people don’t see it that way. Did you know that Theo Lipari is one of the main loan sharks on the South Side?”This was where I could give a bit, because I had a perfect excuse for knowing - one I could.