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don’t know the name? I mean he said his name was Mr.
Wright, but I’m sure that’s not it.”
    “Okay, just get me something, a tag number,
an address, a bill. Hell, look through his trash if you have to,
get me any detail and I can start investigating.”
    “I can tell you they drive a black Tahoe, but
I don’t know the tag. Oh, and they rented rooms on or before
Friday. It was room 122 and most likely the nearby rooms at an
Embassy Suites near the Airport, I–405, next to the Amtrak lines. I
don’t know the address. I’m dealing with ghosts here.”
    “Okay, I can start with the hotel. It should
provide our first trail. Can I contact you?”
    “No, the phones are bugged, my condo is
bugged. Hell, they even said they have bugs at the bank. I borrowed
this phone and I’m at the lake naked under a sheet.”
    “Are you fucking with me? You’re naked under
a sheet and being bugged? What’s going on?”
    “I’m in big trouble, Mark, being blackmailed
to do illegal things at the bank. They tail Bridget and me
everywhere. They beat me up and wrecked my mustang.”
    “They wrecked the mustang? Oh, shit, got it.
Okay, check for messages from me in the Seattle Times, personal ads
section. I’ll be telling you what I find there. Look for SAM M.D.
Use the third, fifth and seventh letter in the words to decipher
it. The first one will be in a couple of days. At the end of the ad
will be the new key for the next message. How are they blackmailing
you?”
    “Okay, that will work. They’re watching me,
but I don’t think that will be obvious, just keep the ad short. I’d
go into the blackmailing part, but I need to cut this short. You’re
a godsend Mark. Thanks.”
    “Not a problem, I owe you one. Check in two
days and send the hair, I’ll get started. Bye, James, be careful,
man.”
    James pressed end—call and felt a sense of
despair come over him, but it was quickly chased away by the
cold.
    The GPS transponder was tucked into the wheel
well inches from James’s head. James never saw it, but he suspected
they were carrying some type of tracking device, so it didn’t
matter. He looked around the area again, the lake was eerily quiet.
He quickly gathered the spare and jack and put them in the trunk
and walked back to the passenger door, convinced any listening
device on his phone or wallet or wherever else they may have placed
one was foiled by his plan.
    By the time he sat back in the passenger
seat, he was so cold that his entire body was visibly
trembling.
    “Oh, baby, you’re freezing,” said Bridget as
she climbed onto his lap. “I know you’re teasing me, but I also
know what will warm you up.” She started to kiss his neck. “Where
are you cold?” she asked suggestively.
    James wasn’t really in the mood, but Bridget
had a way of making him forget all his troubles. “Here,” he said
touching his bruised lips.
    She kissed him on his mouth. His swollen lip
hurt, but the kiss felt good at the same time. She began to breathe
heavily. Soon with a little stimulation from Bridget, James was a
healthy 98.6 degrees and rising. She removed her jeans, her
panties, and was in his lap, moving up and down in little crescent
moon movements. Concrete Blonde was singing ‘Take Me Home’ and
James let Bridget control the pace. He closed his eyes, felt the
rhythm of her hips, and knew he loved everything about this
woman.
    Her body went through a series of slight
convulsions. Her thighs tightened over his, then relaxed, and her
eyelids grew heavy. She fell into him and tenderly bit his earlobe
and whispered, “This is quickly becoming my favorite spot in
Seattle.” She savored the afterglow, gently kissing his neck and
shoulders.
    “Mine, too,” said James as the stress of the
day drained from him.
    * * * *
    The Tahoe slowed in unison with the GPS
tracked Honda. When the Honda stopped, the Tahoe pulled to the side
of the service road that wrapped Green Lake. Mr. Wright and his
team were about a hundred