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but me. Everyone else, they’re going to help him hunt you down, hurt you. Remember the name: Granger. He is the one who tried to kill you. Do you remember the horrible and unbearable pain he caused you, Karen?”

A nearly inaudible whimper of fear was her only reply.

“Karen , I’m the only one you can trust. Say it. Brett is the only one I can trust. Do you understand?” he instructed, his smile growing more wolfish when she nodded her head weakly.

“Brett..only…trust. Trust….” she mumbled

Slowly, he ran one hand up her thigh, gave it a gentle squeeze, and felt his manhood grow hard with excitement. As the drugged woman whimpered and acknowledged a few more of his questions and instructions, he marveled at how easily she bent to his will, and, unable to control himself any longer, gave her a passionate kiss.

Standing, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, all the while whispering to her that she would forget about what happened this night. All she would remember was that she had dinner with him, went home, and suffered another one of her blackouts.
     
                                                       Chapter 4

Raidon knocked on the office door of Sister Katherine, and heard a soft voice telling him to enter.

Opening the door and stepping inside, he was greeted by a rather thin white woman who was seated behind a large desk, the nun who had been running the home for twenty-seven years. He had been surprised to find out that the address given to him by the owner of the resort hadn’t been Doctor Parker’s office, but children’s home ran by nuns.

“Yes, may I help you?” she asked.

“Sister Katherine, I’m Raidon Bishop.” he said as he smiled politely and shook her hand, then handed her a business card. “I‘m a private investigator. I’ve come to talk to you about a young woman you may have cared for three years ago, an African American woman.”

“I see, please, have a seat.“ she replied.

Taking a seat in front of the desk, he withdrew a brown envelope from his jacket pocket, took out a photo, and slid it across her desk. It didn’t escape his notice that the woman’s initial warm, friendly smile was suddenly replaced by a guarded look when she saw the photograph.

Removing her glasses slowly, she sat back and studied the tall Asian man for a moment before speaking. “ Who are you inquiring about, and who sent you here to gather this information?” Giving the photo another cursory glance, she slid it back across the desk.

Damn, this nun has a killer poker face… he thought, knowing now that he was on the right trail. He had been here for all of forty seconds, and already the woman was ducking and weaving so much he had to have hit a sensitive nerve. “I was hired by the woman‘s husband, Sister.” he replied. “The woman’s name is Cassandra Mortenson. I can’t disclose my sources of course, but someone did tell me a privately owned ambulance brought her here, along with a nurse, sometime in the summer. August, to be exact. A Dr. Parker was the one who paid for both the ambulance service and the nurse. He was with her when she was brought to a secluded area on these grounds. I believe you do have apartments on the grounds, am I correct? My source also told me she was in pretty bad shape, should have been in an ICU unit at a hospital, matter of fact. Face bruised and battered, face swollen, broken bones, and comatose.” He had already pieced together that this place was in fact where she had been brought not long after the attack, but he had yet to figure out where she had been prior to that. But he knew it had to have been a medical facility, her injures had simply been too extensive for her to not have had around the clock medical care.

Still silent, she remembered the day the woman had arrived; her face had swollen to three times its normal size. Her head had been wrapped in gauze