had feet,” the patient said, sounding miserable.


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    Ian-the-Asshole law.”


    And thank god Buddy smelled the cyanide-laced coffee, sent to me by the gatherer''s bosses and owners of Monster Fruit.


    Like someone mind-killed them. And I will make sure Mrs. Wilcox has no problem winning the next election.


    Any more threats and I''m putting your drunk ass to sleep.


    Idiot. He understood his brother being tempted to cheat, but why would he be tempted by her?


    ***


    Don''t let her in. Ian mind-spoke to Buddy.


    Thanks a lot, Buddy. Traitor. He could feel Sabrina''s anger from where she stood in the hallway.


    ex-husband, was up to something, so I followed him.” She took out her cell phone and pulled up a video. “That fat whore. Can you believe he left me for that?”


    Oh brother. Phoebe was much better endowed than Sabrina, but Ian wouldn''t call her fat. “Wow. They''re really going at it. Were you watching from the bedroom ceiling?”


    Oh, brother, he thought, sensing what was to come. When Sabrina cheered someone up, she did not do half-measures. He wasn''t looking forward to the repercussions of what they were about to do, but he also wouldn''t refuse.