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An hour later, Blanka pulled up to the villa that the Magistrate was assigned on the outskirts of Zakopane, near the edge of the Tatra Mountains. The sun was setting in the western hemisphere, and golden rays of light shot out between breaks in the clouds. Vedrana was wearing a black dress cut so high that much of her legs were visible. It was much too cold for the attire, but it was sexy. Eva wore a similar dress; it was dark blue. She wore bright red lipstick, which was a contrast to Vedrana’s look of no makeup.
“You girls look ravishing, but don’t let the bastard touch you,” Blanka said as the girls got out and she sped away into the fading sunlight.
“You must be the Magistrate’s dinner companions,” a female voice said.
The girls looked in the voice’s direction. A small middl
