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CHARLIE
Bloody f*****g hell, she was going to kill me before the day was out. Who the f**k was this woman? Why had she been on that bluff? Why had she shot the Grove men? Why did she wear men’s clothing when that gorgeous body would be so beautiful in fancy dresses?
“For every answer, doll, you get a reward,” I said.
“Answer?” The white cloth covered her body from the top swells of her breasts to mid-thigh. The material was transparent and didn’t hide anything much. Her hand held the two sides together in a white-knuckled grip, but it did little to hide the color of her n*****s through the material, the curve of her hip, her long legs. Her hair was dripping down over her shoulder.
“To our questions.”
I was impressed Hank hadn’t pried before now. It was obvious she was hiding things
