Chapter ThreeThe phone rang and woke me sometime after two in the morning. Francesca stirred but didn't wake. We had fallen asleep without s*x as its stimulant. As I answered I looked at her and felt sad that I'd be leaving soon. It was Job and he was panicking; badly!
“She's gone, Terry, and Megan's knocked out on the floor bleeding from a head wound. They were there when I went out but not there when I got back. There was only the Yale lock. There's things all over the place in here. I think Miss Iverson must have put up quite a fight. What should I do?”
“What!” I screamed almost as loud as Francesca had cried out in ecstasy that first night we'd spent together. She shot bolt upright as my surprise faded skywards towards the night.
“What's happened?” she asked in alarm.
“Melissa's be
