Women will never learn.
As those thoughts invade, my heart kicks up a notch.
It’s not that he’s teaching them that bothers me.
It’s that they aren’thisto teach.
The woman’s husband hired me, contracted me for my skills.
I need my wife back, he’d said to me after I found his plea online.
I don’t care that he sold her in the first place because he was disgusted with her. It’s not my business.
Women will never learn.
Sometimes you have to cut your losses. Trade up. Replace.
Out with the old and in with new and all that.
The husband isn’t even happy about his request. He’s being forced into it. Greta Murphy gone is more of a problem for him than when she was at his feet, begging to be set free.
Greta’s family has the money, and without her, his coffers are running dry.
I guess he has learned his own lesson.
His money is as green as the next person’s and staying on the right side of moral issues has never been my thing.
Green is my thing.
Green is my favorite color.
It speaks the only language I know fluently.
It’s mymore, the only thing I answer to now.
The little girl isn’t my concern.
I wasn’t hired for her.
She doesn’t provide me withmore.
Greta, however, took pity on the child, carrying her bruised body out of the house and to the hospital, despite the lessons she’ll be taught for intervening.
I’ve been watching William Varon for the last two weeks, waiting for the perfect time to grab my paycheck so I can move on to the next job.
He’s the ultimate teacher, confident in the education of his pupils. He manages to keep his lessons hidden, keep his students from speaking, keep his marks hidden.
He’s so certain of his skills that he allows others into his home, unafraid that his purchases will ask for help.
Several days ago, he had lunch with an old friend.
Sylvie Davis, a former resident of Telluride, Colorado, entered his house and left unscathed, unbothered by what she saw inside.
It seems Varon is picky, selective in his endeavors. She must not have qualified.
Or maybe he was aware of Sylvie’s connection to the Cerberus MC, a club of do-good bikers from Farmington, New Mexico. The man who accompanied her to town didn’t hide who he was. His leather cut with the three-headed dog on the back was on his body every second he was in public.
Cerberus MC is known for rescuing trafficked women. They aren’t big on the same type of lessons that William Varon is.