The book, also covered with his bloody fingerprints, his crushed ball and a pair of bloody needle-nosed pliers used to remove his fingernails and toen...ails, lay together on the bedside table. Edi now fully understood that he needed to change his ways or his remaining ball would receive like treatment – if he lived through the procedure. To further muddy any investigative waters, none of the cuts were in a place where Edi couldn’t reach himself, even the cuts under his fingernails – the. My heart jumped in my chest, as she moved in the direction of my seat. The wine swirled across my tongue, rewarding me with a peppery finish while my mind anticipated what could be a spicy beginning.Her eyes never left mine, as she walked through the semi-crowded bar. She was tall, and the loose, flowing skirt she wore hid what had to be very nice legs. The snap of stiletto heels on the hardwood floor added punctuation to the long stride that only the longest of legs could produce. Beautiful. Kat thought briefly about flirting with Seth to see if he would elaborate on that because between Seth and Dusty she was sure that she could, but she really needed Dusty's help and possibly Seth's.And if Suzan heard about her doing that it would definitely retard Suzan's efforts and that would bleed over and possibly cause Dusty to become unwilling. This was too important for her to screw up.Frustrated, but determined not to show it, Kat forced herself to smile at the brief explanation and. What the hell is dry rubbed Theem, anyway? Oh, intelligent beings, only these are clones. Ohhh Kay! TMI.Jack's a kind of guy that can go sit by himself and do his paperwork and just tune out his surroundings. He's down at the corner of the bar in what had been 'Jessica's Corner' but which now has a very small children's seat out of the fifties or even earlier padded arm chair with a table on its left, a lamp on the wall over the chair above head height, and a rack of papers propped up over some.