It was Abel’s thing to break people. He loved nothing better than having those who swore how much they loved one another turn on each other. He was right, though. They always broke in the end. Every relationship had its breaking point. I looked my brother up and down, wondering what it would take for me to kill him finally. Shrugging off the thought, I stood and stuffed my dick back into my jeans.

“You not staying for round two?”

“Not tonight. Make sure you clean up. I don’t want to have to scrape your come off my television.”

“What the fuck? Why am I on clean-up duty again?” Abel slouched over in the chair like a child sulking.

“Because you’re still planning on stroking, and I’m not. Because you’re in my house making a fucking mess and, most importantly, because I said so.” I grabbed a handful of cookies from the table and wandered into the kitchen in search of a glass of milk.

My brother had a decent idea. Finding her and collecting what I wanted seemed like a mighty fine idea. One I was looking forward to starting first thing in the morning.

Chapter 4

MARGARET

I grabbed the blue blazer off the coat hook, stuffed my arms in the sleeves, snagged my leather briefcase, and made my way out the door. This case that had fallen on my desk was troubling for so many reasons. The number of dead and missing people was enough to make even the most hardened agents squeamish, and they thought this whole case was attributed to one person.

Closing my office door, I strode down the long hallway toward the larger offices. I’d been summoned for a meeting with my boss, the director of my field office, who was supposed to be an all-around good guy. At least, that was what everyone said when they arrived. Agent Mulligan certainly had his way with people, I just didn’t happen to be his favorite person, and the feeling was mutual. Mulligan’s door was closed, and I checked myself in the glass before straightening my spine. Raising my hand, I knocked to announce my arrival.

“Come in,” Mulligan’s deep voice called out, and I pushed open the door and closed it again.

This office was huge, with plain beige walls lined with navy trim. My goal was to sit in his chair one day. Granted, he did not need the space to be so big other than to gloat about its size. I was pretty sure many said he had to be compensating for something at least once or twice. Mulligan had turned the space into a personal shrine of his accomplishments, and there wasn’t a wall that didn’t hold some form of an award.