Craig Courtyard in Provence

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The search for Mick’s cash, the dismantling of his the removal of the pajamaed corpse would have to wait, however, until Aelfric Manheim had been snatched from the cozy lap of fame and imprisoned in the room currently occupied by Stinky Cheese Man. Corky would return here in twenty-four hours.Meanwhile, he active machines in the work rooms. Then he went through the house, top to bottom, to be sure that no electrical appliance would be left on that might death warrant when he’d sold out Trotter. In a fever of jealousy, sick for revenge, he had revealed to Corky the numerous fake identities that he had over the years created for Trotter. If he would betray any client, he might have one day betrayed Corky, too.Destroying the social order is lonely work.Corky stepped onto the front porch and locked the door with Mick’s key, which he had taken from a pegboard in the kitchen.overheat and start a small blaze, bringing the fire [450] department to these rooms before the trove of money had been located and while the corpse still waited to be discovered.In the living room again, Corky stood for a minute, watching the four-screen erotic contortions of the incomparable Janelle, before bringing darkness to the wall of writhing flesh. He wondered if Jack Trotter had taken advantage of her astonishing flexibility to fold her into a half-size grave and save himself some digging.With Mick now gone, both the Romeo and Juliet of porn were dead. Sad.Corky would have preferred not to kill Mick, but poor Mick had signed his own