Ken a Suspect

“No, but someone here is involved. Too much has gotten past us. Too many busts have gone south for the people not to have been tipped off.”

“Any ideas?”

“Nope. Not at this point. Ken’s death brought us to a cold trail.”

“What next?”

Carson smiled. “I’m not even telling you that.” He stood surveying the area. “The walls have ears.”

Sean watched him retreat.

Now to that call.

***

Sean had never seen so many gorgeous and endowed women in his life. Not in any recent wet dream. Nor did any of his adolescent fantasies come close to what he saw that morning at Jugs.

Jen stood out against the backdrop of such appeal. She had something more, something substantial, like a steak among lettuce.

He blinked away the daydream of sinking his teeth into her or nibbling. Damn. A room full of hot pants clad women and the one in a conservative suit is giving him the hard on. Shit.

“Sean?”

“Yeah?”