Chapter Seventeen
July Fifteen
11:00 P.M.
As soon as he ushered Justin into the conference room, Baron relaxed. He should have known that the Marks woman would handle everything with her usual efficiency and flair.
The conference table had been pushed against the far wall and laid out buffet style. The plates and bowls were filled with all of those exotic snacks women liked to fuss over at parties. One of the bowls contained foil wrapped condoms. The bottles lined up against the mirror behind the wet bar were all full. Farther into the room was a stainless steel cart. On the shelves of the cart s*x toys and torture implements had been arranged and attractively displayed.
The centerpiece of the room was the girl, of course. She had been bent over a bar stool and tied down. Several turn
