Possessed by a Stranger by Jeny Stone Page B

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beauty contest. Jeff used promises of helping the women get their
hooks in Garret to get into their pants. Valuing his job more than
an easy piece of ass, Jeff confessed his lying ways after each
conquest, to avoid any misinterpretations, if the women went crying
to Garret later. Garret appreciated his honesty and heads-up but he
always put those women on his blackball list. A woman that thought
she could fuck someone else to win his heart wasn’t anyone he
wanted back in his bed.
    “That one is off limits. You didn’t happen to
see her leave did you?” He had laid claim to that one. No one
touched her until he was done. She was right about one thing; a
good mystery stimulated his imagination. A mystery he intended to
solve.
    “Yep, right before sunrise. She took a cab.
Give me a day and I’ll get you the address from the cab driver.
He’s a friend of mine.”
    “I would appreciate that.” Jeff’s interest in
his mystery woman wasn’t suspicious in itself as he always showed
interest in Garret’s petite conquests. His inquiry as to her
availability had come too soon, way too soon. He usually had the
good sense to wait a few days. Jeff yielded watching with this
one.
    Garret saw Ted Jones nervously pacing on the
sidewalk in front of his townhouse as the car pulled over to the
curb. When the car stopped, Ted opened Garret’s door and started
pleading his case.
    “Garret, I swear, I had that bid up until it
closed. Someone on that site sneaks in at the last second. They’ve
done it to me three times now. There’s no way to find out who or
how much they paid.” His quibbling voice grated on Garret’s
nerves.
    “I don’t want excuses. You should have bid
higher to start with.” Garret jabbed his point across with his
finger into Ted’s chest. “Find it and get it.” Garret walked toward
his townhouse with Ted hot on his heels.
    “It’s a secure site. The bids post with the
bidder’s screen name but you lose without disclosure as to the
winner. You’re paying a grand a month to ensure the privacy of the
bids.”
    Garret paid Ted to know about the website so
he wouldn’t be bothered with trivial details. The mechanics of the
website was Ted’s problem; he only needed to know about results.
“You know who the other bidders were, so find them all.”
    “It doesn’t work that way.
The bidder’s screen name isn’t an indication of their actual
identity. Hell, yours is wolfman . You can’t contact other
bidders. Everything goes through a clearing house.”
    Garret stopped at his front door, ready to
rip Ted’s head clean off his body, if he heard one more excuse. He
rubbed his temples to ease the pressure before it exploded into
action. “Then, go there and get the information if you have to. I
don’t care what you have to do to get it. You lost it, now get
it.”
    “I know a hacker but it will cost you.” Ted
stepped backwards when Garret turned his head to glare at him.
“I’ll handle it.” Ted threw up both hands in a surrendering
motion.
    Now, that Ted understood his
responsibilities, it was time for another matter to be discussed.
“There’s something else I want you to do. I want you to find a
woman for me. I don’t know her name but she goes to a bar in Old
Town called Leprechaun’s. She knows the bartender and she just
called off an engagement with a man named Jay. Be cautious in your
inquiries or they’ll clam up on you.”
    “I know that type of bar. No outsiders are
welcomed. What does she look like?” Ted eagerly jumped on the
assignment, obviously trying to make amends.
    “About five four and petite. You can’t miss
her hair. Lots of long curls…light brown with blonde and auburn
highlights. I think she lives close by.” Angel hair…that was what
she had… angel hair. The description of her hair was one of those
thoughts that ran around your brain, tickled your tongue then
disappeared as you tried to speak. He liked the sound of Angel
hair. It was perfect, just like