Amelia leaned over and kissed me with great passion. Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear, if I wanted to watch them together in bed.Did I say th...at I was a male?What man could pass that up? We got up and started walking back to the motel.Back at the motel they led me to their room. Julia pointed to a chair. Told me to strip and sit there. If my ass left that chair the show would end. Never to happen in my presence again! Unless, they called me over to the bed.No fool here. I wanted to see. She made Mr. Snow's coffee just the way he liked it and got herself a can of soda, then went to join her friend.Mariah had been volunteering at this senior center for years, since her grandmother had been a very busy volunteer at this very facility. For the last few years, Mariah had been reading books to elderly bibliophiles, bringing her dog by for visits, teaching art classes, and helping out with holiday dinners. She had been here since noon, serving lunch, an afternoon snack, and now. “Dag Hamar.” All right, I admit. It’s not quite as dramatic as “Bond, James Bond.”“Yes, Mr. Hamar, and Swedes don’t open Thai restaurants,” he said bluntly. “Why don’t you just come out and tell me why you are here?” Okay. Either he was an especially sharp cookie, or he already knew a lot about the case.“Simon Barnett is missing,” I said.“I heard that already,” he answered. “You work for that lousy two-bit partner of his?”“No,” I answered. His assessment of Bradley Keane matched my own.. “It went well — meetings for most of the day. We are negotiating a new contract with a smaller company and the details are becoming very complicated. I think the other company is worried we may overpower and try to make a bid for a hostile take-over.”She took his briefcase and as he undid his tie, she ran to place the briefcase in his office. When she came back, it was just as he was taking off his suit jacket. She moved around behind him to help take it off and then hung it in the closet.“Did.