"Good morning, Rebecca" an unfamiliar voice greeted her, as the lights to her place came on. The voice was soft, gentle, and almost purred with delight.<br/><br/>The owner of the voice sat comfortably in one of her living-room chairs as if he owned the place. He was dressed in a deep red business suit, complete with a deep red necktie. His elbows rested on the arms of the chair as he sat comfortably, his fingers steepled before him as he looked directly at Becca. He was a tall man, that much she would be able to tell just from looking at him seated in the chair - with long legs, long arms, he likely stood well over six feet tall. He had short blonde hair, and piercing green eyes that hinted at energy and mischief.<br/><br/>"Up and about already? After being shot in the chest? My, you recover very quickly. You must be a lot tougher than you appear," he said, his voice smooth, provocative, and playful. He shook his head slightly, "No no, don't think about calling the police, dear Rebecca. They would arrive all too quickly, and we have so much to talk about, you and I..."<br/><br/>He leaned forward slightly. "We wouldn't want to have to explain to the cops how you acquired much of... this, would we?" he said, waving one hand slowly around to the various pieces of furniture and art that Rebecca had bought with money she had stolen, embezzled, bribed, or black-mailed from someone else. But how could this guy know about any of that?<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/alex_zps0fac1eee.jpg" src="http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/alex_zps0fac1eee.jpg" style=""/><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>