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As she stood, she removed a tiny camera placed just over the mirror and seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.
The water continued to run in the sink. Sheila frowned and glanced under the door of the stall. Brenda was lying on the floor.
There was no answer, only the sound of the water running. Sheila continued to stare under the door, frozen in place. She couldn't see any other feet, but Brenda's shoe was off her foot, the heel broken.
A thin stream of red ran along the cracks, moving in an ever widening puddle. She gasped and jumped up. Behind her the toilet automatically flushed and she nearly screamed.
Very slowly, with the tips of her fingers, she pushed open the door and peered out. Brenda lay on the floor, the front of her skull smashed from where she had slipped on the water.
Her clothes, instead of looking sexy and tempting, revealed her for what she was-a highly paid prostitute, her body obscenely displayed there on the bathroom floor.
Swearing under her breath, Sheila quickly took toilet paper and opened Brenda's purse to retrieve the envelope of cash.
It was gone. Her heart jumped. Whitney would never believe her. The money had to be on the body somewhere and she had to find it or he'd think she stole it.
That would be just like him. She crouched down beside Brenda and looked her over. There didn't seem to be a place she could have concealed the envelope.
Voices just outside the door had her up and backing away, back toward the stall door. She let out a scream and stood, covering her mouth, her gaze frantically searching the body as the bathroom door burst open and three women came to an abrupt halt and added their voices to hers.
At once chaos reigned. Why in the hell had Sheila Benet picked such a ridiculous place for a meeting? There was plenty of safe places downtown where civilization reigned.
He was allergic to grass. To bugs. To stupid cows. He finally was about to score with the woman he'd been chasing for three straight months and he wasn't about to blow his chance because Sheila had suddenly gotten paranoid.
They could meet under the nose of the Senator and the old man wouldn't notice. He punched a button and music flooded the car.
He set his teeth as he glanced at his GPS. Another three miles. Stupid, stupid woman. Maybe he could call and his date would understand he'd be an hour late.
Sheila had said not to make any calls, that if someone was on to them, they'd pick up his cell phone call. He slammed his flat palm against the steering wheel in pure frustration.
No one was on to them. Why should they be? How could they be? And no one would dare to monitor his cell phone.
She looked very good in her prim little pencil skirts and red silk blouses as she sat behind a desk, her long hair wrapped in that uptight little bun.
He had images of unwrapping her like a Christmas gift stuck in his head and until he made it happen, he couldn't move on. He talked for the next couple of minutes, persuading her to wait for him, that he'd make it worth her while.
He hung up feeling smug, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. Using the Senator as an excuse was genius. What woman wouldn't be impressed that he was so indispensible to a Senator that he couldn't get away until the Senator was ready to call it quits and go home?
Smirking, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, pleased with himself. For a few moments there, he'd forgotten how good he was at playing the game.
Now that he knew for certain his evening's fun wasn't lost, his mood swung back to cheerful, after all, Whitney was going to pay him handsomely for keeping the old Senator in line.
Not hard to do at all these days. It only took a little work on his knees and the man was putty in his hands. Sheila Benet's car was parked to one side exactly at the mile marker she'd told him, leaving enough room for him to pull over.
He slipped out of the car and stretched. It was a beautiful night, the stars overheard and a half moon shining brightly down on them.
Sheila stuck her head out the window. Her car was still running. I haven't seen headlights in the last fifteen minutes.
Tell Whitney he has no worries on that score. The old man can barely breathe without his oxygen. I keep him isolated and happy. He has no family, there's only me and no one realizes just how bad that last stroke really was.
He relies very heavily on me now. He'll hang in there, if for no other reason than for something to do. He's sick, but his mind is active and he needs the interaction and the adulation his position provides.
I stroke his ego and a few other things for him and he falls right into line. He'll vote the way we want him too. I guarantee it. Harry's smile faded as he turned away from her in disgust.
Sheila Benet was a cold-hearted bitch. He'd never once failed Dr. It didn't matter how distasteful the task was, he got it done. Just because Sheila had the mad doctor's ear, didn't make her so damn high and mighty.
As many years as he'd been working from Whitney and taking the payoffs from Sheila, one would think she would have tried to be a little friendly.
Anyone can be bought. We got to you, didn't we? Harry gave her a black scowl and tossed the thick envelope of bills in his glove box in disgust, not bothering to count the money.
It was always right. He started his car almost before he'd slammed the door closed, flipped Sheila off and took off fast, leaving her standing there.
When he looked back, there was a woman sitting beside him, small, Asian features, hair covered by a tight skull cap. She grabbed the wheel with gloved hands and jerked hard, sending the BMW straight over the cliff, plunging into the deep gorge below.
Tree limbs hit the window, smashing the glass, the car hit another tree top on the way down and began to roll.
He shouted, his hoarse voice steadily cursing, although he had no idea what he was saying. When he managed to look again, he was alone in the car-the woman a figment of his imagination.
Sheila saw Harry's car turn abruptly straight for the cliff and drive right off of it as she pulled off the shoulder to the road.
She slammed on her brakes, her heart pounding. Oh, my God," she chanted. Her mouth went dry. With shaking hands she drove to the edge of the road where the car had gone over and climbed out.
It was a long way down. Whitney hadn't been happy about losing Brenda, a key member of his pipeline to Washington and he really would be upset if Harry was dead.
Do you choose to prey upon the weak or to be preyed upon? Your story begins in Kamakura, a small seaside city whose residents are constantly terrorized by dishonorable thieves and the mighty Yakuza.
Having lived your entire life in fear, you decide that death is better than the life you live. You begin training in weaponry, honing your skills, determined to seek vengeance and strike fear in those who you once feared yourself.
The journey is a long one; training in the martial arts, forging powerful weapons, visiting before unseen towns, seeking great wealth in the dangerous mines and most importantly, crushing all that stand before you.
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Almost instantly, he gets into a fight with supernatural monsters, and the story begins. You will face many complex combats while playing the game, but they are right.
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This is another game set in the Sengoku period in Japan. It follows a samurai named Samanosuke Akechi, fighting the dark forces of Nobunaga Oda.
You will need to fight all of the demons and save the princess. It gets a bit difficult once you get to Princess Yuki, but everything else is pretty awesome.
Apart from your katana, you get other magical weapons, but you also get to solve puzzles. And one more extra is that sometimes you get to be in control of Kaede, your assistant who has different abilities and weapons than you.
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