It appeared that mum discovered early that her husband would never offer her security. She had bought the house and with the growing knowledge of her ...husband’s schemes she remained adamant, despite my dad’s pleading, that she would never allow him to use her property as collateral for his borrowing. When dad vanished she changed her work from part-time to full time. Our next door neighbour became a sort of foster mother to me. She took me in when I came home from school and during school. I really do.” Cassie’s smile lit up her face.“So, no hard feelings?” I asked.Cassie shook her head no.“Well, now that that is all cleared up, would you girls like a treat?” I asked.The sisters looked at each other.“What’s that?” Cassie asked.I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bag of powder.The girls stared at it. I could see the wheels turning behind both of their eyes.“It’s been a rough few months. I think that we all need to relax a bit, don’t you?” I asked as I picked up a plate and. I didn't waste any time calling Bob Mears at Midland."Mr. Mears, it's John Smith. Can you spare me a minute? Something's come up that you might be able to help with." Go ahead, John. How can I help?" Have you ever heard of a company called Clearwater Resources?" Nope. Never heard of them. I can ask around if you like." What about a man named Milos Czerny?" Hmmm. That does have a familiar ring to it. Again, I'll ask around. Rex is probably the best guy to ask. He has more contacts than I'll ever. Quickly she rummaged through her suitcase for her elastic leopard leotards.Joan's face wore a feline expression of awakened hunger. Just like the cloth into which she molded her body, she became a cat that hunted at night. She was thinking of what the hairy cave between his buttocks might taste like to her tongue. Only when she had tasted the sweaty musk of his asshole would she be satisfied her hunt was done.Where would Justice be this time of night? Joan forced herself to ask logically. Well,.