Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free Page A

Samuel’s death returned a verdict of suicide due to no evidence of any criminal activity at the scene. Obviously the coroner just assumed the mess in the house was because Angel liked living like a pig, rather than someone actually trashing the place. When Samuel was finally able to be buried, Angel had used the last of her savings to pay for it. She didn’t expect any help from Adrian. After all, that would confirm his connection to Samuel as more than an acquaintance. It had, however, been a surprise when he turned up to the funeral.
    Initially Angel thought he was there to pay his respects and say good-bye to the man he had known for more than half his life. It turned out that Adrian wanted something. Taking her aside after the funeral service, Adrian explained that Samuel had information that could be “potentially damaging” to him, and he needed the information back. He mentioned the history on Samuel’s hard drive indicated a copy of the missing information had been made a month before Samuel had passed. Adrian told Angel he needed the hard copy of that information. Angel had a week to find it, or Adrian would come and do it himself. He had given her his private mobile number, explained the procedure for making contact and also that police should not be shown anything Angel happened to find. Like, der….
    Angel remembered thinking to herself at the time. He treated her like an idiot. He didn’t seem to realize that Angel valued her life more than to go to the police with anything. Although, she did have to somehow drop a duffle bag full of weapons off to them without getting asked too many questions. Angel stared at the money she had collected while cleaning up the bedroom. She had found nearly five thousand dollars in assorted parts of the room, and unlike the thirty thousand, she believed that this money had to be Samuel’s personal cash. Angel justified keeping it by telling herself the amount she had found barely covered the funeral costs. It would be enough to buy herself a car, albeit a cheap one, and still have money to live on until the cheque arrived for the latest article she had sold.
    She would still continue to fight with the insurance company in regard to her own car. They were sticking to the view that it hadn’t been stolen. The insurance company had taken great pains to explain to Angel that she had not insured the car against her partner taking it and losing it. The fact that he was now dead and couldn’t tell anyone where the car was didn’t seem to bother them at all. So her car was not stolen. It was merely missing. She got a similar response from the police, who also refused to believe the car had been stolen.
    Angel decided to see if she could increase her funds by selling the watch and jewellery Samuel had left on his dresser. She still had enough time to get a train into the city before some of the pawn joints closed, especially one in particular that she hoped would help her out. She decided to buy herself dinner as well. It had been over three years since Angel had been into the city. She used to love wandering around and watching all the different people who congregated in there. Night time was especially exotic in the red-light district, which had been her favourite part of town. She knew a lot of the shop owners and often ran into friends from the BDSM scene due to the number of fetish clubs and shops tucked away in some of the district’s dark laneways.
    Angel looked into her wardrobe. She had no idea what evening clothes still fitted her. She had lost weight during her time with Samuel. Even though she was still curvy, she was smaller than the last time she had gone to the city. Angel picked out a black dress that had always been a little tight on her and put it on. It was now a perfect fit. The dress had thin shoulder straps made of delicate, silver chains that crossed over each other at the back. The bodice was fitted and just low enough to show her ample cleavage. The