Chapter 19
When he didn’t return immediately, I rose and strolled around the room, running my fingertips over the sofa table and finally approaching his desk, where his half-written report lay.
I picked it up, turned the pages over, and began to read.
Malossini was in bed with the latest in a long line of girls. This one was at least a little older than the last, who couldn’t have been more than her mid-teens. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her fingernails down his spine to scrape over his buttocks.
He reared back and slapped her across the face. “Don’t put your finger in my arse, you w***e!”
She looked like she would have tried to scramble away from him, but he had her lower body pinned down.
I had to interrupt. The phone call he’d been waiting for had finally come. I
