Book3:WereMyDreamIs

hinghishairandbody,gettingridofthesweatandgrimeoftheday.Richardjoinedhimbeforethefaudsoapedhimselfbriskly,asking

    “Whatdoyouthinkofthathot,sexybroadoutthere?There’ssomethingnotquiterightabouther.”

    “What’snhtabouther?Hey,it’safeastthatjustdroppedontoourps.”

    “No,somethingisnotquiterightthere.”repliedRichardafterthinkingamoment.“Mr.Fingerhasdisappearedforquitesometime.Thatlittleguylikestomaketrouble.Couldhehavegotintotroubleagainandmademischief?”

    “No,Idon’tthinkso.Butnowthatyoumentionit,thatbroad’ssuddenappearanceisquiteoutoftheordinary.Doyouthinkshecameforus?”

    “No,Idon’tthinkshecameforus.IamafraidshecameforDimitri.”

    “Dimitrinevermentionedhehadanenemyasbeautifundatt