Jimmy opened the door of the bedroom. He heard a voice that didn’t belong to Amelia. He snuck down the stairs until he had a clear view on the women, without being exposed. His wife was standing with her back towards him, which was good, because now he could see who the visitor was. He didn’t recognize her at first; she had dyed her hair. But when he heard her speak, he knew who she was.
“Let’s trade. Oh, and no police, or Claire will be demon meat. I used to be a demon, I still have connections. So better ipakita up at this address with your hubby or even better, send him alone. You have...
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