Lost Angel
Chapter One
Steven Gallagher of Gallagher Investigative Services fondled a pair of female
attributes, the jutting proportions of which just about blew his mind. Not for
the life of him could he recall the last time he'd had the pleasure of a bare
nekkid lady's company, much less had his hands on her ...
"Teetzees," supplied Maurice Pentegrine, of the Raleigh, North Carolina Fortune
500 Pentegrines.
Well, hell, yeah. But how come a straight-up guy like Maury had zeroed in on
Steve's fantasizing?
"Yes, indeed," his client droned on. "Teetzees is worth a small fortune."
"You don't say." Steve whimsically juggled the diminutive jade figurine in his
palm to the slow beat of his client's snooze-producing monotone.
For the past thirty minutes, Steve had listened to the history behind each and
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