Susan steps from the car and pushes open the gate to the courtyard. I drive inside and park in the shade. I step from the car and stretch my shoulders. I see Janey inside Bob’s office with Mikey waving a piece of paper in the air.

Must be good news for Mikey...

“You should lay down for a while before doing anything,” I say to Susan.

“You might be right. I'm not sure how these new pills will affect me, so I want my body to be clear of the old ones.”

I push the door open to Bob’s office. Janey turns to us as we step inside the cool air. “Hey, you two, how did you get on? Janey asks.

“Not bad, quite a strange day in a way, but the end result is what we wanted,” I say.

“How was the doctor?”

“He’s taken me off the old meds and given me just one, and told me to use nicotine patches,” Susan says.

“Good to hear. Now you won’t be doing anything freaky,” Janey says.

“If anyone was weird, it was the doctor. He thought Owen and I were brother and sister,” Susan says.

“Really? That’s one hilarious doctor,” Janey says laughing.

“The main thing is, my headaches should stop now. But I'm going for a quick rest.”

“No rush, the girls are stopping for a couple of hours for a break anyway.”

Susan walks up the stairs as I turn back to Janey. “How was the trip to Ingrid?” she asks.

“Same as last time really, although she said, ‘back so soon’ and I got the impression she wasn’t talking to me,” I say.

“She has never seen Susan before has she?”

“Not from here, unless somehow, she bumped into her while she was on one of her mind trips, and then Susan wouldn’t remember.”

“How about the other thing, the job.”

“She's fine. Eight million we have to pay her back, and she is cool with supplying all the guys and the vehicles next weekend,” I explain.

“Eight million payback. That could be one truck on its own if it had been a full haul,” Janey says.

“Apart from that, we had a couple of vodkas, and Ingrid gave Susan a Russian name. Alyona, or something like that. She said it means the light of my life. A torch or beacon.”

Mikey lifts his head and looks at me if he was going to say something. He shakes his head and lowers it back to the folder he is dealing with.

“Did you get them all?” I ask.

“Hell yeah. Mikey is so cool with all of this crap, he knows how to handle all the guys and the woman in charge of the hookers. She's bad news,” Janey says.

“Now, now. All women have a beautiful side.” I say sarcastically.

“I suppose, she is just not my type,” Janey says.

“How about you, Bob?”

“To be honest, that precinct is so boring. It’s like they have nothing to do. Maybe there is no crime there because everyone has money or a small business. It's like they have no thieves there.”

I begin laughing. “Not yet, anyway.”

Bob gives an evil grin and rubs his hands together. “They won’t be expecting us, anyway, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t let that make us think it will be easy, these guys are ex-military, so they’re there for a reason,” Janey says.

“Yeah, it might not just be a walk in the park,” I add.

“That’s why Tina and Ty have gone over to the hotel to see if there is any sort of diversion that might appear natural when we’re there,” Bob says.

I sit and think on the couch. “The more I think about it, the best would be to just let them get out of the area, and take them while they’re away from each other.”

“All well and good saying that,” Bob comments. “What about if they go to a place that is more secure than the precinct?”

“We'll soon find out, then we can put all the pieces together before they move again,” I say. “Where is Britney, anyway?”

“She's testing her ankle, she can walk a little better today.”

“Good to hear. She should be fine by the time we open,” I reply.

“Did you look into the orphanages in Philly?” Janey asks Bob.

“I have started. Slow going, it would be quicker visiting them and going through their records there. Don’t forget, I'm looking at how many years ago?”

“If you can’t find anything, you can’t find anything. If you can, it would be nice to know,” Janey says.

“I'll keep doing it in between my other things, I have quite a bit to do in the next week, but I’m getting through it,” Bob says.

“I'm going upstairs for a while. You coming, Janey?” I ask.

“Yeah. I'm sick of these shoes and this skirt,” Janey says giving a weird movement as the skirt puckers the wrong way.

We head up to the roof and walk to our room. I pull my shirt off and slump on the couch. “Some days are so surreal, it makes you want to stop and take a step back,” I say.

“What do you mean?” Janey asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe it's the way Ingrid speaks English. But when you listen to her, it's like she knows you, or that’s what it felt like today.”

“She knows you?”

“Not me so much today, but Susan. It was as if they had history, or she was trying to hint at things. It was weird,” I say.

“Come on, that can’t be it. Ingrid is as polite as hell, but she sounds like that Terminator dude when she speaks.”

I begin laughing. “You're so right. I’ll be back,” I say in a sort of strong, European accent.

“You suck at impressions.”

“You started it office girl,” I say pulling at Janey’s skirt.

“Don’t you like the sophisticated me?” she asks. She lifts her head up like a snob would do.

“I like the sophisticated you when your clothes are on the floor,” I say with a grin.

Janey stands and wiggles her ass in my face. “You do realize, these office girls can have just as much fun as biker chicks.”

“You better show me then. And make sure you dance real slow,” I say, resting back on the comfortable couch.

Janey slips from her shoes and lets her hair down from her bun. She flicks it forward and back over her shoulders. I see her seductive gaze as she pulls her blouse from the waist of her skirt. Her hips wiggle as she pops open the buttons of her blouse, one by one. She looks into my eyes as she slips her blouse from her shoulders, and she bites her lip and throws the blouse toward me.

I catch her blouse and smell her sweet perfume. “Aah, so sexy,” I mumble.

I see her breasts pushing against the silky fabric of her bra. Janey looks down and takes hold of the side zipper on her tight-fitting skirt. Her fingers pull it down. Her hips wriggle, and she pulls her skirt to the floor. Her feet step free from her skirt and she lays it on the couch next to me.

“Crease that skirt and you're dead! It's a bitch to press.”

Janey does a curtsy and turns her ass toward me. “Is that it? Just bra and panties?” I ask.

“What more do you want?” she asks playfully.

“I was thinking of having all of you.”

“Greedy boy, aren’t you.”

“Not greedy, just a little hungry,” I say licking my lips to tease her.

Janey stops and walks back to stand in front of me. She fumbles with the front clasp of her bra. It drops to the floor as she leans forward. She stands with her hands covering her breasts.

“Is that any better?” she asks.

“Your hands are in the way so I can see less than before,” I reply. I give her my sexiest bedroom eyes.

“And my panties, what about them?”

I smile broadly. “They can come off as well.”

Janey puts one arm across the front of her breasts. She reaches down and pulls at her panties with her free hand. Her panties finally fall to the floor as she puts her hand over her pussy.

“Now, that’s out-and-out teasing if I’ve ever seen it,” I say.

“I'm not the one who is overdressed now.” She raises a brow.

I stand from the couch and wriggle my hips. I unbuckle my belt and undo the button on my jeans. My thumbs slide inside and I slip everything to the floor.

“Oh, big boy, you're hiding nothing,” Janey says playfully.

I kick my pants to the side of the room and hold my hand out to Janey. “Shower now, or shower later?” I ask.

Janey slaps her pussy. “Shower in a while, you were saying you were a little hungry. Plus, it’s Sunday fun day!”

“It’s Monday,” I say, trying to edit her words.

“Nope, I get to choose. It’s definitely Sunday fun day!”

“Okay, I can live with that!”

“Good boy!” she says, now biting her bottom lip.

“Being a little strange is just the side effect of being awesome.”