So am I. I hope I’m going to find kinky s*x toys and c**k selfies rather than a couple of corpses, but Dean’s got me pretty psyched up about those online stories. Maybe I’m his next victim… hopefully not bury me under his patio, but maybe he wants me in his house to humiliate me and turn me into his dirty little s*x slave. The thought makes me grin and prickle at the same time, and Dean scowls at me.
“You’re gonna get yourself into a whole world of trouble with him, Lissa, you know that, right?”
I’m counting on it.
ALEXANDER
HARLEY’S tavern is a dingy little pub out past the m25 towards Harlow. A nothing place, that’s how it looks. That’s why Claude uses it more often than not as his venue of choice.
I take the Mercedes down into the underground car park and pull in next to his sparkl
