She was just a girl, one of a million in LA who thought the world owed them something because they were born rich. Sure, she was beautiful, who wouldn’t be with all that money at their disposal for botox treatments, hair weaves, liposuction, etc… Still, he knew she hadn’t used any of that junk. She was naturally pretty and naturally blonde – one glance while her panties were down was enough to prove that. He couldn’t get his mind off that either. It’d been too long since he’d had a woman, and every cell in his body was letting him know it. He opened the fridge in the galley, brought out a cold can of beer. “Is that your answer to every problem, Kiel?” He turned; saw a tall gaunt man with a regulation buzz cut standing on the stairs – Joe Smalley, his former partner in the secretive CIA unit known as Questor. “What of it?” he snapped then he poured the smooth amber liquid down his parched throat. “I’m glad I caught you before you left.” “Did Slater send you?”
