Kenna Mary Collier sat naked in her bedroom in front of her mirror. She was examining an ugly red and purple bruise in the partial shape of a pistol on the inside of her left breast. "If it hadn"t been for my pistol I wouldn"t be sitting here," she thought. Kenna winced as her fingers explored around the bruise. “Thank God," she thought, "I got to Brenden before he talked to anyone. Now both he and Major Adams belong to me."
Kenna reached under her dressing table. There was an audible click, and from the side of the table, a hidden drawer popped out. Kenna removed a bottle, a pen made of ivory with a gold tip and a sheet of paper. Next, she removed a small, soft, leather covered book. Clearing a space on the dressing table, she placed the items on the table. Opening the bottle and then th
