“I’mWilson Jessoner,” he stam-


mered. “I work forApex Security.We are running a protection detail onMrs. Hartison and her son. I report directly toMoncrief Hartison.” That seemed a lot easier than it


should have and I told himso. “I’ma communications specialist.


I’m not paid for this rough stuff. I was to take you to Hartison’s house. Obvi- ously, I’mnot too good atmy job.” “Actually, you are doing very


well, because that’s exactly where we are going.” I let himcontinue to drive, andwe


made it to Hartison’s estate in Palm Springs in about an hour. The gates opened as we drove up – seems we were expected. Jessoner was in front of me and I


kept a hand on his arm.We walked up to the door. It opened without knock- ing and Moncrief Hartison himself was standing in the entryway. “I wanted a peek at the scum who


was trying to sleep with my wife before I have the boys drop you off in the desert,” Hartison said. “Sunrise, no water, no shoes, and we’ll let nature take its course.” I don’t think he realized that I had


the situation under control. That was probably because there were three toughs behind him and I heard two more walk up behindme. “Come inside, Levinson, and let’s


have a chat.” Wow, for a rich powerful guy, he


really didn’t know much about what was going on. I was wrestling with how to play this when a door opened and my client, Mary Hartison, nee Williams, walked out. She was wear- ing a revealing negligee. “That’s him, that’s the SOB who


tried to take advantage of me. Thank heavens you got himfirst.” Ah, yes, this was the woman who


first hired me to keep her husband, who turned out not to be her husband, out of trouble. I then found her 45min- utes later standing over that poor schnook’s body – just outside his office in a parking garage.Within an hour, I had found she worked in the building and was having an affair with the building owner, Larry Levinson. I then spoke to her not two hours


ago in a huge cabin at Big Bear Lake, where she introduced me to her “son,” who was not Hartison’s, and told me


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she was being blackmailed, due to the aforementioned affair, and was trying to keep it quite because she was in the middle of a verymessy divorce. The personMary was supposedly


divorcing was standing next to her with a protective arm on her shoulder. Within a very short period of time she had turned into a seductress who seemed very comfortablewith theman she said she was trying to divorce. Before I could say anything, Iwas


gagged, had my hands tied behind my back, and was frog-marched out the door and toward a truck. “Stop!” It was Mary “Williams”


Hartison. “I want a last word with this


creep,” she said. She came over and leaned close. “How does it feel, having me


close and knowing you can’t do any- thing about it, Larry?” She put her arms around me and


gaveme a tender kiss on the lips.Then, laughing, she walked back to Harti- son’s side. I had tomove quickly before Iwas


shoved into the truck. I needed to hide the knife she had put inmy hands.


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