Gerrard. Indian porn “Thank you,” Amber said, giving him a small smile. Amber would never grace the cover of a lingerie magazine, but she was not unattractive. Gerrard’s passing, it is no longer a threat to him. It’s kept me alive for so long,” he said. “Who sent you? Castor. “Mr. Especially considering every other building in the immediate area was constructed in the mid-century modern design typical for this area—no doubt the vanity project of a mayor or other local politician hoping to make a name for themselves. “Ah,” Amber said. “You’re not Bianca,” he said, stopping short as he looked at her in confusion. “You’re not Bianca,” he said, stopping short as he looked at her in confusion. “Huh?”
“I will need you to escort me to the lobby. “Thank you, officer,” Amber said without looking at the man. Viscous scarlet spilled from his fingers like oil from a punctured drum, thick and warm as it cascaded down his neck and soaked his shirt. Even if he did divulge the exact location, a Swiss bank was notorious for honoring privacy and wouldn’t allow just anyone near Castor’s box. “Very good,” Amber said. Highly inefficient, incredibly expensive, and an eyesore if Amber were to be asked. I think we’re done here.” She glanced up at a camera hanging in the corner.
