At seven I was at the house. Outside. Sitting on the curb by my car. Across the street two unmarked police cars sat. Two officers in each car. One was Donovan. She had given me a bug to wear.

The cab pulled up and Crystal got out. She was dressed in heels, stockings and a silver dress that screamed fuck-me! It clung to every curve and made sure anyone who looked saw her hard nipples. I paid the cab driver and he left.

I took her in my arms and kissed her cheek.

"You look good ...