Infidelity: An erotic hotwife suspense series (The Cayman Proxy 5) by Morrison KT

Author:Morrison, KT [Morrison, KT]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

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Brody Dixon kicked down over sixty-five front doors when he was a Ranger serving in Iraq. Probably wouldn't need to today since he made a copy of Omar’s key the last time he had to get in to the apartment.

That time five months ago he was instructed to be discreet. Today's visit was a matter of urgency. Today's mission was time-sensitive. He looked through the windows of the Range Rover parked outside of Omar's apartment. They were liquid black and he just saw himself in them. He got all he needed from that vehicle already anyway he figured, didn’t need to gain access. Too much trouble.

It was one-thirty in the afternoon on a workday but Omar's neighbours were out on the patio drinking beer. They were eyeballing him. Six twenty-year old men, unshaven, track pants, and undershirts. He made his way up to the front door, hoping the key worked.

He got to the door put his gloved hand on the handle and cranked the key. He shoved his bodyweight against it in case the key didn't work, perhaps he could still just muscle his way through. It unlocked and he was in the apartment in a second, the door closed behind him letting his eyes get adjusted to the dim room.

He had no time to arrange for a pistol since he got to France this morning but he didn't think he'd need one. This was pretty straightforward. He'd stopped at a hardware store in Montpellier and bought a hammer and he pulled it out from the small of his back where it was tucked into his waistband.

The apartment was perfectly still, perfectly quiet. He unhinged his jaw and took another moment to listen. No sounds from anywhere in the apartment. He could hear the guys out on the patio laughing and arguing drunkenly, shouting, slurring their French. He stepped to the bedroom and pushed the door open with the hammer. It was empty. He went and checked the bathroom and then the other room and felt the place was clear.

Brody went to the back of the apartment, wanted to start there and work clockwise through the sparse place, find some evidence of her. So in the bathroom he tipped over the waste basket with the hammer and then used the claw to sort through the items spilled on the linoleum. The last time he was here he took photos of everything before he moved it so he could get it back in place when he was done but he was free to mess about today, it might be good for this Lothario to know someone had been here. He pulled out four filled up condoms—he'd been busy—an empty toothbrush package, someone had bought a new one. He looked up at the sink. There were no toothbrushes. The rest of the stuff was just dirty trash, so he went back to the sink, curious now. No toothbrushes, no toiletries of any kind. He went right to the bedroom and checked the dresser.

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