"Follow me and you'll get your personal belongings back. There's a little paperwork to do and then you're out of here." The officer seemed disinterest...ed, now that the excitement was over.A woman, also in uniform, dumped a manila envelope onto the counter and shoved a form at Bob. "Sign there," she said, pointing to an X beside a blank line."Where's the key to my bike?" asked Bob about thirty seconds later, gathering up his things."There wasn't any key on you when you were arrested," said the. I told him it shot just fine, real bullets—or one, anyhow. "Try it if you want to," I said. He declined.After a while they loosened up enough to actually give out a bit of information rather than (as is cops' usual way) simply acting as bottomless receptacles for whatever I'd tell them. Both Golden and Quiller were, they told me, still alive and kicking. Golden, in fact, was no worse than woozy with a bad headache; he'd actually regained consciousness unaided, and had been the one to call for. I really would like to take time to touch and kiss you all over before we start.”“Take your clothes off and show me, Joss. I want to see for myself what Jo Anne, Emily and Juanita have told me about you. As long as you don’t hurt me, you can do anything you can think of to my body, in the name of love.”Maggie was sitting on the blanket at my feet when I slipped my boots off, then my shirt and denims.“OH MY GOODNESS.”“What?”“Did you really get this ... inside Juanita?”“Yes, but she did most of. Lysa smiled down at her, amusement dancing in those eternal eyes.She could hear the young womans pulse racing, almost taste the sweet blood on her tounge. Softly, she reached out and stroked the girls cheek.Leah trembled to the touch, trying desperately to cling to defiance, to cling to any emotion but the trembling fear that began to fill her. She failed, even as those unholy green eyes bored into her, sparking the fear that lay in her stoumach into tiny flames that crept lower in her body.