Gary looked wounded and ill. Bette Jean wondered if her own face showed such illness.For the fourth time that day, Bette Jean bathed her body that she'd come to think of as a traitor, the villainous traitor of herself. It was as if the constant bathing might speed the forgetfulness and absolution she needed so desperately. The sheets felt cool and icy against her naked skin. Lester would be coming to bed and he hated nightgowns. She would submit to whatever he wanted, willingly. He'd looked startled and displeased when she'd whispered to him that his things were back in their room... that she didn't want separate bedrooms anymore... in fact, he'd looked almost guilty. But his guilt, whatever it might be, could not compare with hers. She waited almost eagerly, the cold sheet hardening her nipples.The neighborhood noises had stopped altogether and a pervading stillness enclosed the house. She lay rigid, naked and still, a small lamp making a pool of light to guide Lester to bed. Her. "Probably two dozen," the voice said. "You just need to be there."Be there or be square, I thought. So geek, of course I have no idea who, had just told me they had cracked his digital code. He was planning a dog fight the next day. It was just in time for me to ask our special deputies for help. Which would explain how they just happened to be there. It would also give Colonel Martin some cover should something go wrong and the swamp dog guys had to put someone down. All in all it was an eloquent plan. It was very well thought out, but then again this wasn't Colonel Martin's first rodeo.I made the phone call they were expecting. The one where I officially ask Liam for help. He agreed, "I'm totally at your disposal."Of course his plans were already made. With nothing to do that Friday night, but stay home and worry. I did just that. I wondered if I had a good enough plan. I wondered if someone else could have done better. Me and the dog sat home on a another Friday night.I had seen.
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