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Boston, Ma, Friday 5:00 am
It is a cold dawning; the sky is still dark in Boston downtown, a shadow is emerging from the elevator of the basement of the Ritz Carlton hotel to the parking lot, he hurries up toward a parked car and gets inside with desperate rush, starts the car and leaves the place; he takes Charles street until reaching Interstate 90, entering to the Massachusetts Turnpike heading west until the North Beacon exit from where he turns in direction to the open MacDonald; inside he asks for a two-sausage breakfast burrito with a large coffee, he sits in a corner and makes a phone call.
Framingham, Ma, same time
She was looking into the brown eyes of the beautiful brunette on whose lap she has straddled her legs, feeling the heat of the naked body invade her own, the red lips of the other girl touching hers, the soft kiss becoming intense, deep and possessive, the tongues were wildly exploring their insides now becoming just one, her body was shivering…, yes…, she needs that, she always needs that from her; while enjoying the extended contact of her skin with hers, she felt the fingers, the ones she always kissed the ones she always held, those fingers were now touching her wetness stroking her inner parts, she whimpered and the brunette removes her lips letting her breath, the brunette always knew her very well, she hears her voice ‘I love you baby…, relax’ the other girl starts pushing and removing her fingers rhythmically, gaining speed, pressure, and deepness…, suddenly a noise, a terrible noise broke on her head… ‘What’s that?’ her brain begins to make consciousness of reality, the brunette vanishes leaving a bitter sensation between her thighs, finally, she opens her eyes, the dream is gone as well as her hopes; she sits on her bed, it is her cell phone, she checks the number and answers the call.
On the other side of the line drinking a dark coffee in a fast food restaurant, there is a voice.
James: “Tina, dear…, it is as we suspected (sobbing) they did it, and they are going away not only with murder, they will come after us”