Chapter One
“Get out, slime-ball,” my wife said coldly.
I climbed out of the trunk and knelt by her feet. Looking around I could see that we were in a parking lot at the back of a poorly lit building. The lot was dark. Only seven cars were parked in it. My wife pulled on my leash and started walking toward the building. I followed on hands and knees. She pushed the doorbell.
“Can I help you?” asked the disembodied voice from the speaker at the rear entrance.
“This is Samantha Lewis. We spoke about an hour ago,” my wife said.
“Oh, yeah, come on in,” the voice said and we were buzzed in.
We went down a short hallway to another door which was locked. There was a video surveillance camera mounted above it. In a few seconds it was opened by a pretty young girl in her twenties wearing a wh
