“Just been coming out here and waiting for the rightguy to come around,” he said. “But listen to me go on,what about you Jack, you m...ust be hot to blow a load tooif you were looking. I thought I saw that look in youreye when you sat down at the table. That look that saysI need to get my cock off.” “Well, that’s true Jay but I really belong up there atthat other table ’cause I dig sucking cock. Big cocks,Jay. Real big cocks,” I answered. He looks at me and questions, "When are you telling Stacy?"I laugh, "I'm not telling her shit unless she asks."Frank relays the message, we load up in the new van, do a U turn and Stacy complains, "Hey where the hell are we going?"I grin and explain, "There's been a change in plans. Something has happened to one of our teams and we were told to go find out what happened."Stacy orders, "Stop this van and let me out."It's my turn to be a pain in the ass, so I laugh, "We aren't stopping until we. Drake thought it would be a perfect fit, and agreed that Amelia should move in.The following week, Amelia started to move into Drake's home. It was a three-bedroom, two-bath ranch, and sat on about three or four acres. Amelia unpacked and settled in quickly to her room. Drake made sure she felt welcomed and felt at home. She had full range of the house and had no rules.As the days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, there was something blossoming between the two, but neither could figure it. But she did none of that. She began working with a bank, a branch of DFW Regional Banks, headed by one Perry Richards. Have either of you heard that name before?’ Neither FBI Agent had, so I filled in some blanks. ‘Perry Richards was in my Town & County for a while before going to Dallas. While in Texas, he was investigated for money laundering, though the investigation fizzled. And in another interesting coincidence, the Detective who first got onto the money laundering was Detective Angela.