The maid put down the shears and answered respectfully, “They’re pumping the pool, Debbie. Carlos asked them to fill it in with concrete.” Debbie’s jaw dropped.

“With concrete? Why?” ‘Does he hate to swim? Or did he almost drown?’

The maid shook her head.

“I have no idea. Why not ask Carlos?”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll let you get back to work.” Despite her curiosity, she didn’t plan to ask Carlos.

She came to the parking lot, and stared at the cars, wondering whether she should drive on her own

She was still a little gun-shy, given what happened the last time she was behind the wheel.

ask Matan to drive her

the car approached the gates to the manor, they

a GAZ Tigr 4×4 Infantry Mobility Vehicle, manufactured by

thing the army had to a HUMVEE. There were only 3, 000 of those things made. Many

it be?’ Debbie realized who it

was about to ask Matan to pull over so that she could say hi

stopped. It was

Wesley,” Matan reminded

the car

his car, and

his reluctance, he greeted her politely, “Hi,

his livid face, Debbie guessed

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