The Paper Hanger By Rebelman She glided easily into the bank and up to one of the teller's windows. I glanced up briefly and then did a double take as I realized there was something familiar about her. Getting up from my desk I walked out of the office trying not to be too obvious and get a better look. It was her; the dark haired beauty I had spotted here a few months ago had changed her appearance drastically to say the least. Today she looked all of nine months pregnant as she stood at the counter. A far cry from the upscale businesswoman she had presented herself as only months earlier. She was probably in her mid twenties, Hispanic, with a tightly built body that just cried out to be fucked. She was playing up the pregnant angle by rubbing her stomach and I overheard her tell the clerk how much it hurt to stand. No doubt she was some type of forger and I should have called security to check her. For some reason I let her cash the check and walk away. The next few weeks I formulated a plan to persuade her to be my pet. I called a meeting and put into effect a new policy that required all non-banking customers to have their ID's photocopied and run across my desk. This was met with no questions as the bank industry had been warned about several scams now in the area. I figured I would recognize her ID even if I didn't see her when she came in. I guess she really liked my bank because over the next three months she cashed eight checks, enough money to get an easy felony. By now I had her system down pretty good. Somehow she was getting Social Security checks that she cashed with matching ID's. She alternated weeks, dressed differently, and went to a different teller every time. She was so confident that she even used the same ID several times though mostly it was a different name with her picture on it. I determined when I thought she would come back and that week I started acting like I was coming down with something. When I saw her come in I told my secretary I couldn't take it any more and would be leaving for the day. By the time she emerged from the bank I was in my car waiting and followed her as she sped away in a little red Mustang. She drove to a middle class part of town and slowly entered a neighborhood. I stopped as she moved along a deserted street and watched as she pulled up to a mailbox and quickly grabbed the contents. Thirty seconds later she pushed the unwanted mail back into the box and eased down the street. It was obvious the beauty had done this quite a bit. There was no panic in the way she did it and then drove away with me in tow. She proceeded steadily out to the interstate and headed out of the city. Eventually she pulled into a small town and wound through its narrow streets to a nice two-story home where she parked and got out. I decided to look around a bit and found a convenience store with a phone booth. I cross-referenced the address but it was unlisted. My mystery woman was quite cautious and had I not noticed her hair before I would have never suspected her. Thank goodness for my evil thoughts on her previous visits. I spent the next week gathering info on her life in general. I had gotten the phone number from a friend at the Phone Company and learned her daily routines. I took pictures of her stealing mail and made sure I had copies of everything. Making sure that nothing would lead back to me was a pain in the ass but it had to be done. Finally I was ready to make my move. My two week vacation was planned and I was so excited, by Friday I couldn't contain myself. That evening I eased past her house and left a note in her mailbox that I knew her boyfriend would get on the way in. It simply read that I knew about the checks and she should meet me at an apartment at nine tonight. I waited patiently across the street as her rough looking boyfriend entered the apartment complex before calling 911 to report a burglary. By the time the police arrived, the boyfriend was beating the shit out of this guy that annoys me at the local coffee shop. I watched the boyfriend being led out to the squad car and then called the home of my Mexican thief. "Bueno" she said as she picked up the phone. "Your boyfriend has been arrested and the police are coming to search the house" I heard her gasp. "Who is this?" she demanded. "This is the guy that's going to put your ass in jail if you don't get to 97 Hogle Street in 35 minutes" "What...what do you want?" she stammered "Shut up," I screamed, "Do what I say or you'll be talking to the cops in 40 minutes. Then I hung up. Man it felt great to be in charge! In under an hour I would have this bitch all to myself. The Mustang pulled up to the warehouse but before she could get out I hit the remote and the overhead door began to rise. Standing cautiously to the side I motioned her into the building, closed the door behind her and engaged the cutout switch I had installed for this occasion. Now the door wouldn't open even if she managed to get to the control panel. She stepped out of the car and started toward me but I motioned her over to a table I had set up earlier. She walked over and picked up the stack of information and began to tremble as realization came over her. She was mine and as reality dawned on her, she began to tremble. "You could go away for a long time Maria," I said calmly. She continued to look at the documents I had put together and began reaching into her purse. I was prepared though and continued, "I have seven copies scattered around three cities with all the information plus a copy of your fingerprints on the last check you cashed. I also have a rap sheet a mile long and all your past residences from your fake ID's. You've been a busy girl haven't you." She sneered as she calculated her options and then began reaching into her purse again. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned her. Then showed her the gun I was already holding. Little did she know I was standing behind a one-inch steel plate that I could drop behind if things got interesting. Still she grabbed at what I knew had to be a gun and I leveled my pistol off and fired before she got it completely out of the purse. Immediately her blouse became soaked with blood as the bullet struck her in the right shoulder forcing her to drop the purse and the now visible gun. "Fucking bitch," I muttered. I moved down to where she was and kicked the bag and gun a few feet while keeping steady aim at her. Maria, now on her knees, cried softly as she held her wound. Digging through her bag I found a knife and a few other odds and end s but nothing to tip off her real identity. I had to admit she was a smart little cunt. I stood in front of her as she knelt there and said, "Maria, you know I have you and now you realize I wont take any shit so the best thing you can do is obey." She looked up with hate filled eyes and spat at me. Without hesitation I kicked her solidly under the chin knocking her unconscious. She was going to be a lot of fun to break. Maria screamed loudly as she regained consciousness. She lay on the small table and was awaken by my digging into her shoulder for the small slug. She screamed again as I hit a nerve and then once more as I extracted the lead. She had lost some blood but not enough to worry me. I cleaned the wound with alcohol and she yelled as the liquid burned the tender area. I was lost in my own thoughts as I finished cleaning her up, not even noticing her constant moans. I did notice her bare breasts. I had to cut the shirt off in order to get to the bullet hole. While I was at it, I did away with the bra as well. The result was an unobstructed view of her firm young mounds heaving up and down with each breath. I was thinking about fucking her right then and there but her actions were still nagging me. Why shoot at me if I have all the goods on your little activities? No matter what happens the police finds out about it. It didn't make sense unless she prepared for just this type of problem and was ready to run. Finally satisfied that she would be okay, I left her tied to the table and went to get my morning coffee. Once there I pondered the situation more and listened to the news of Art getting beaten up by a deranged intruder. I finally decided on my next course of action. Leaving the shop I headed home for some well-deserved rest and by six am I was sound asleep. I was back at the warehouse by noon with all the stuff I felt I needed to get the info out of Maria. When I arrived it was obvious she had been struggling, as her hair looked wild and tangled. After cutting her jeans and panties away I tied a length of broomstick to the back of each leg and then untied her from the table. It was quite humorous to see her waddling stiff legged across the floor while attempting to hide her bushy pussy with one hand and her pert tits with the other. I laughed and she shot me a dirty look as I led her across the floor to the chain hoist hanging from the ceiling. Once there I attached a long metal bar to the hook at the end of the chain. I then tied her clasped hands and then a foot to each end of the bar. The effect was her body suspended in a fixed split position with her pussy and asshole easily accessible. When she was secured I lifted her to the proper height and left her swinging slightly and moaning from the pain in her shoulder. I went to my bag of goodies and pulled out a plastic bucket with four small chains attached at equally spaced intervals. At the end of each chain was nasty looking alligator clamp with little jagged teeth. Maria looked at me wide eyed as I approached her spread legs and began to struggle when the first clip sank unceremoniously into her pussy lip. "Oh nooooooo!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed again as the next clip snapped home. "No, please," she cried, "no more. I'll do anything you want just stop hurting me!" I continued despite her protest and set the next clip in place. For the last one I grabbed a handful of pubic hair and twisted it until I could clamp it in place with the alligator clip. Since this one was higher it took a lot more of the weight which was important for what I had planned. Next I took out an enema bottle and filled it in the warehouse bathroom with lukewarm water as Maria wept quietly and occasionally talked to herself in Spanish. When I returned I shoved the nozzle up her ass without any lube making her howl in pain. The shutoff clip was quickly removed and her ass began to fill with the liquid. "Now Maria," I started as if nothing unusual was going on, "I'm going to cause you a great deal of pain if you do not tell me what I want to know." She simply glared at me but said nothing as tears streaked down her face. "First, I want to know why you tried to shoot me. Second I want to know where you're keeping the money I'm sure you have and last I want to know who made the fake ID's." Still Maria said nothing save a few whimpers as she continued to swing with the bucket attached to her aching pussy. "Okay then," I acted disappointed as I pulled the nozzle from her ass. About a quart of the enema was in her and now it began to flow out of her ass and into the waiting bucket. It didn't take her long to respond as the bucket quickly grew heavier and pulled harder on her cunt hair and pussy lips. "Oh no, please let me go," she pleaded followed by a shrill scream. "I'll tell you if you'll make it stop hurting" she bargained. I was already on the way to fill up the enema bottle. It was quite fun for a while. She did what she could to keep the water inside her ass but after three full quarts she couldn't hold it any more and the bucket began to fill faster. She screamed incredibly when the clamp pulled out her pubic hair, this of course left only three clamps to hold the bucket and it was obvious by the first gallon she was in great pain. After six full quarts the clips started scraping down her pussy lips leaving little blood trails as they tore into the sensitive skin. I got all the info I needed. She had tried to shoot me because she gotten scared, the money was hidden in three fake soup cans in the kitchen, and the name of the forger was Sharon Moss. After getting what I needed I decided to get what I wanted. I unhooked the half-full bucket and proceeded to press the head of my rock hard cock against Maria's asshole. "At least I know it's clean," I laughed as I she squealed at the intrusion. I fucked her hard, swinging from her injured shoulder and moaning in constant pain. She cried the whole time; begging me to stop, but I kept it up for a while before filling her ass with cum. I finally let her down and pushed her into a metal dog cage I had built the week before in case she got out of line. I knew I had only one chance to go back to her house and then the cops would probably be all over it. Putting on some old clothes and hadn't worn in years I took her car, made my way out of the city and found her house. Pulling the mail out of the box with gloves on before turning up the drive, I used the remote to open the garage door and parked inside. Using her keys, I entered the house through the garage and made my way to the kitchen. I found the three cans right where she said and each had a neat roll of $100 bills. I figured about $10,000 per can but I could verify that later. Moving around the house I picked up odds and ends like a few blankets and pillows as well as a TV out of the bedroom. In the bedroom closet there was a camcorder with some new tapes so I grabbed them too. After snooping around for a while I sat down on the living room couch to think. The sofa was uncomfortable for such a nice house and as I tried to figure out what her plan was, I realized there was something strange about the way the couch back felt. I punched at it a few times and then on a hunch I flipped it over and began poking around. There was nothing strange about it until I tore away the bottom liner. Inside the couch back was two small compartments with metal safe deposit boxes like the ones found at banks. I pulled them out and opened the first to find it packed with $100 bills. There was no telling how much was there and now I was getting nervous. Flipping the couch back into place I hauled the boxes out to the car and headed back to the warehouse. The more I thought about it the madder I became as I realized Maria had not told me everything she knew. I figured I could get to the bottom of it by pressing her but I wasn't sure. She was a lot more afraid of someone other than the cops or me. I was worried that the big stash of money belonged to someone she presumed a lot more dangerous than myself. Maybe it was time to try more severe tactics with my little Mexican slut. As soon as I arrived to the warehouse I drug Maria out of the dog cage by the hair and slammed her into the chair. After tying her hands behind her back I pushed the chair up to the wooden table and left her briefly while I walked over to pick up a claw hammer and nails. Maria gave me a wide -eyed look as I returned with the hardware no doubt trying to figure out what I was going to do. Pushing the chair tightly against her back with my body, I trapped her with the table. I grabbed her right nipple and stretched it as far as I could before taking a nail and sticking it at the base. She tried to jump and twist away as the nail point began to pierce the skin but I held her firmly in place. Holding the nail in my left hand, I kept enough pressure to hold the nipple pinned down before taking the hammer and slamming it against the nail head. The point punched through as Maria screamed in agony, trying with all her might to pull away. It was too late as I had slammed the nail far enough into the wood that she couldn't pull it out. The second nail was easier as the right was holding her from moving much. The pain was obviously just as bad because the screaming that had died down restarted with a new intensity as it drove home. "I'm through playing with you bitch!" I screamed in her face. "Who does that box of money I found in the couch belong too?" She was shocked. I don't think she had expected me to find the boxes and now she suddenly looked exhausted. "It ...belongs to my ...boy...boyfriend." she finally said through the wheezing and crying. "I don't think so," It was too much for a loser like him, "tell me now or you will be sorry. "It belongs to him, I swear!!" she was desperate but I still didn't believe her. I stepped back, grabbed a handful of hair and kicked the chair out from under her. She fell heavily until her nail-impaled nipples stopped her. Maria let out a scream so loud that her voice went hoarse while she hung there. I don't think she even realized I had a lot of her weight by pulling up on her hair. The holes in her nipples where growing by the second from the weight being put on them. It wouldn't take long before they would rip and seeing this, Maria tried to get her feet under her to take off the pressure. "I don't think so," I laughed as I kicked her heels to keep them out from under her. She cried loudly and then began babbling, "It's Derrio's...it's Derrio's," she screamed, "oh please let me down!!" "Derrio? Who the fuck is Derrio?" I let her scramble to her feet. I had never heard of Derrio, but then again, I wasn't in the crime business. She had to believe I was capable of anything by now. I watched her as I thought, taking in her beauty as she bent over the table trying to relieve the strain on her abused breasts. Her knees were locked and her ass looked so inviting I couldn't resist so I dropped my pants and started fucking her tight pussy from behind. The combination of the way she felt and the way she looked nailed to the table pushed me over the edge quickly. I bucked wildly just to watch her react to the pressure in her tits. She alternately screamed and moaned as I slammed against her soft rounded ass and she finally passed out from the pain. It didn't matter because I was through with her for now. I left her there, hands tied behind her back, laying on her nailed tits, still groaning even though she was unconscious. Opening the boxes, I started counting the money. There was a ton of it and it took a while to go through, but counting stacks of $100 bills is not my idea of hard work. The final count for the first box was $680,000. The second box was a bit more interesting as it contained a few more fake ID's and some car titles as well as $325,000 in cash. There had to be a drug connection. I pulled the nails from Maria's tits and shoved her naked body back into the dog cage. I headed home with only a short stop at a burger place for food and then hurried on. I had a lot of research to do on Derrio. I spent the rest of the night learning everything I could about Derrio the drug king. He had come from South America five years ago with nothing and today he was the richest, cruelest dealer of them all. He was definitely not the type to upset and taking a lot of his money had probably not gotten me on his Christmas list. The only thing that had saved me so far was being careful and I intended to stay that way. It was almost four AM before I made it to bed. I was up by eight. The first thing on the agenda was to track down Sharon Moss. Maybe she would fill in the gaps I couldn't trust Maria for. By ten I was sitting in front of Sharon's small wood frame house downtown. Just as I was about to go around back and force my way in, when she drove up. She was wearing some kind of Karate outfit that sported a black belt with several stripes at the end. Her ponytail bounced as Karen jogged up to the front door and let herself in. I had time so I turned on the radio and waited. Thirty minutes later she came out with a large Doberman. She shooed the dog inside and headed for the car in long quick strides. The most noticeable thing now was the police uniform she was wearing! Following her at a safe distance I tried to sort it all out. Grabbing a cop was out of the question as the publicity would be too much. I seriously doubted this girl was a crook anyway which only raised more questions. Maybe Maria thought Sharon could take me in a fight. Maybe so, but how did Maria know a cop? Had she been busted by Sharon before? Even if the cop overpowered me, Maria couldn't possibly think I would give up her whereabouts. Somehow she believed something could lead them to her location. But what? Two blocks later I made a quick U-turn and hauled ass back to the warehouse. Before the warehouse door was open far enough I was in the Mustang and trying to get to the road. Driving to the worst part of town I pulled into a convenience store and jumped out leaving it running with the door open. I jogged up to a pay phone with my back to the car and pretended to be making a call. Ten minutes later I was watching a young girl dressed in baggy clothes driving away with $10,000 in one of the safe deposit boxes. I was the only happy person on the bus that day. I was confident that I had figured out at least part of Maria's plan so I relaxed a little. The bitch was driving me insane with her lies. I decided to take out my frustration on her body as soon as I got back. Walking the last five blocks didn't help my mood either and by the time I reached Maria's cage I was boiling. "Fucking bitch, you've screwed yourself good this time!" The blood drained from Maria's face as she realized I had put it together. "You WILL tell me what I want to know. The car is gone and any theft tracking device went with it." She began to tremble in her crouched position in the cage. "I saw Sharon in her uniform today. I even went through her house," I lied, "and guess what I found besides the dog?" She was weeping now, "I found absolutely fucking nothing!!!" I walked away for a minute to let it sink in while I thought out my next move. When I looked at her again she was moaning loudly in anticipation of what would happen to her. The waiting was really getting to the brown bitch so I decided to lay it on thick. "When I get back," I growled, "I am going to make you wish you were dead." Her reaction was priceless, so I walked away, leaving her sobbing loudly while I went out for a few things. When I returned Maria was in a fetal position, still crying. I busied myself unpacking the goodies as she sat up and looked on. The warehouse had been used as an autobody shop that straightened frames. They had left the heavy rings in the floor and now all I had to do was pull the overhead winch into place and I was ready. Maria fought very little as I drug her from the cage and over to the winch. I didn't waste any time in stringing up her hands and securing her feet to the rings in the floor. When she was ready I hit the button and the winch pulled her hands toward the ceiling. I didn't stop until her legs were pulled tight and wide with her feet off the ground. This put her tits about eye-level and made them inviting targets so I started there. Pulling a few gold rings off the table I ran the thick metal through her already pierced, sore nipples as she continued to sob. I pulled the two ends together with pliers and lit the butane torch. Welding the ends together proved uncomfortable for the girl as the heat from the torch turned the ring shiny while transmitting the heat throughout the entire nipple. Since I had punched the holes from top to bottom the rings stuck straight out from her breasts. Next I turned to the table and without warning grabbed a cat and went to work on her entire body. Placing hard shots all ever from every conceivable direction until she could only grunt from the blows. A layer of sweat covered her and she was having a hard time getting a breath in her stretched condition. She looked incredible like this and I really wanted to fuck her but she was tied too high to reach. I picked up the dildo I had bought and moved around behind her. It was at least a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I touched the head against her puckered asshole and she groaned, "Nooooooo! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!" "I know you will," I said calmly, "but you'll tell me with this up your ass!" With that I shoved hard and the dildo head popped past her anal ring. She screamed loudly and tried to move to no avail as I kept relentless pressure on the rubber dick. Finally I managed to get the entire length into her rectum. "Don't dare let it fall out," I told her as I picked the whip up again. I whipped her hard for a few minutes but the dildo kept coming out of her ass. Moving to the table I picked up the nails I had used on her tits earlier and returned to Maria's backside. Pressing the point of one against the spincter I shoved hard and the nail went through muscle and embedded itself into the dildo. Changing sides I repeated the process to the loud complaints from the uncontrollably sobbing woman. I picked up the whip and began again; confident the dildo would stay in place this time. By the time I dropped the whip there was not an inch of skin without red whelps across it. When I asked a question I got an answer immediately with more than enough details. The name of the forger was Peggy Mayfield. Maria told me everything she knew including address and layout of the house. Three hours later the bloody dildo plopped out of Maria's ass and onto the warehouse floor. I let her clean up in the bathroom and eat as much as she wanted before giving her a blanket and putting her in the cage. Peggy Mayfield was an easy victim. She had crumbled so easily it was almost too good to be true. Within a week I had her actually enjoying her position as my slave; a position I was in the process of making permanent. Everything was going as planned when three weeks later the other shoe finally dropped. I was back at work by now trying to keep up appearances when the newspaper headline caught my eye. Undercover Agent Missing was the bold print but what really scared me shitless was Maria's smiling picture under it. The final piece of the puzzle was here and now I had some tough decisions to make. I was not a murderer, but to let Maria go would no doubt land me in prison forever. The only thing I was sure of is that panic would get me in trouble I couldn't get out of. So I sat down calmly and read the rest of the news story. The car had been found and the suspects, an all girl youth gang, were released with the exception of one. This girl was underage and was to serve 3 months in a detention center as she had admitted to stealing the car. The paper went on to state the missing DEA agent was involved in an undercover operation involving Derrio. There was no other information that could help me and I had to assume Derrio had more info than I. At this point any miscalculation or mistake could prove deadly. The rest of the day I began carefully formulating my plan and by the end of the day I was confident I had the answer. My first move was to have my slave Peggy make a fake ID with the name Robert Brooks. I got all the info I needed from the old bank files I had saved when he had closed the account, so all the numbers were legitimate. A quick call to a cell phone store and all I had to do was drive by and have Peggy walk in and pick it up for me. I used the cell from then on to make any calls to do with my plan. The first call was to a truck rental place. I gave Robert Brooks credit card number and told them I would have to pick it up after they closed. Later that evening I had Peggy drop me off three blocks away and I walked to the rest to pick up the truck. Finding the keys in the agreed upon place I jumped behind the wheel and drove back to the warehouse. The box truck backed easily into the warehouse alerting Maria of my presence. She sat up, obviously wondering what devious torture I had dreamed up now. I checked my watch and realizing I only had a few minutes before Peggy was to call from a pay phone. I began preparing for Maria's last fling while I waited and a few minutes later the cell rang. "Hello," I turned my back and lowered my voice but made sure Maria could still hear me. "Yes, this is Robert Brooks. Ahhh, OK, that will be fine." I said before hanging up on a somewhat bewildered Peggy. Turning my attention back to Maria I walked over and opened the cage. "Out bitch," I growled. Maria backed out slowly and staggered to her feet. I pulled her hands behind her back and shoved her unceremoniously into the chair. She sat there naked and helpless waiting for her fate. Her breasts heaved each time she sucked in a breath and it was obvious she was terrified. Retrieving a pair of cutters from my toolbox I grabbed her right nipple ring and tugged out as far as it would go. She let out a yelp of surprise as I cut the gold ring and spread the ends apart. Taking hold of the left nipple I pulled the two together and linked them. It took some doing and her shaking mixed with outbursts of screaming didn't help. Finally I managed to get them locked together with the pliers, stretching the skin of her firm globes to the max. She screamed as I lit the torch and rewelded the ring ends together heating the nipples once again. I pulled her from the chair by her hair making her tits bounce against the nipple rings. This caused her to renew her screams with each step as I pushed her towards the back of the truck. She sobbed pitifully as I spread her legs and attached them to the rings in the floor. I pushed her from behind and she fell face first to the concrete banging heavily against her recently abused tits. Untying her hands I pulled out in front of her and retied them loosely to the bumper of the truck. I then got into the truck and began to pull slowly forward. Not being able to see her I waited until I could hear her screams clearly before setting the emergency brake. Walking to the back of the truck my first thought was that I had pulled her arms out of socket at the shoulder. A quick check revealed that she was still intact but to say she was in agony would have been an understatement. No part of her body touched the ground but rather hovered at an angle with her head slightly higher than her spread legs. Maria hung her head between her arms and moaned continuously as I picked up the whip and lined up my first shot to her ass. I was suddenly struck with an idea so laid the whip aside after only a few strokes. Taking a pair of locking pliers from the toolbox I clamped an unused nipple ring in the jaws. I heated the makeshift branding iron with the torch and began burning the words Derrio's Whore into her fleshy asschecks. Twenty minutes later the brand was finished. I was about to shut the torch off when a particularly evil thought entered my mind. I ran the torch flame between her spread legs and lit her pubic hair. The acrid smell of burning hair hit about the same time as the moaning Maria hit a new octave in her screams. She tried to struggle but was stretched so tightly only her head thrashed about. The small flame licked at her pussy briefly before smoldering out as the last bit of hair disappeared. I turned the torch off and sat it down before returning to Maria. I yanked her head up by the hair and stared as viciously into her eyes. "If you tell anyone about me I will do ten times as worse next time." I backhanded her across her tear-streaked face as hard as I could; "Do you fucking understand?" "Yes," she said meekly, "I won't tell anyone. Please don't hurt me anymore!!!" I dropped her head momentarily and went back to the torch. Using the locking pliers I gripped her tongue and stabbed another ring through it. After welding it into place I attached a short piece of wire to it and ran it down through her nipple rings. She made a gagging noise as I pulled her tongue out of her mouth by tightening the wire. Now her head could not move without stretching either her tongue or tits. Backing the truck up I untied her and helped her stand. "Do what I say or you will regret it," I told her simply. She could not answer of course so I continued, "get into the truck." I raised the roll up door and she struggled to get inside. I picked up her cage and tossed it up into the back of the truck with Maria. "Climb in." She started to comply probably thinking I was taking her somewhere to be released. "No wait," I said suddenly and walked back to the table. Finding a permanent marker I moved to Maria, "Turn around." I began writing in large print across her back Sharon Moss Helped Me. "Now get in the cage." Maria eased to her knees and climbed gingerly into the wire enclosure. "Hands through the front," I said, knowing full well she would have to rest her forehead on the bottom of the cage to do this. She put her hands between the front bars and I cuffed them. Closing the cage door I reached through and grabbed her ankles forcing them outside the cage where I cuffed them as well. Slamming the truck door behind me I left the warehouse with Maria secured in the back. I drive to a shopping mall and left the truck keys under the mat before walking through the mall and meeting Peggy on the other side. "Did you drop off the message at Derrio's Club?" I asked her as I jumped into the car. "Yes Sir," she answered, "just before I came here." Twenty minutes later I was telling Derrio's associates where to find the truck with Maria. The only thing that remained was to leave the other safe deposit box with the cell phone at the warehouse. I was sure that Derrio would be much better at getting info out of Maria than I was. "You're moving in with me tonight," I told Peggy. A shocked look came across her face but she did not voice her opinion. "May I ask a question Sir?" Peggy finally asked. I nodded for her to continue, "Who is Robert Brooks?" "He's a divorce lawyer," I smiled, "and he's married to my ex-wife."
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