Too Far Gone

103

Casey West hurried down the corridor, scarcely noticing how the winds were decimating her gardens. Her house could certainly weather any storm that nature could put together and the elevation precluded any flood the levees admitted.

Casey had gotten a call from Baton Rouge from the copilot who flew the G-III. The plane had lifted off, carrying her real father, Aunt Sarah, and the nurse who tended to her, to New York. She would never go anywhere with them again. Soon the smug bastard would wish he’d been in Decell’s shoes when Andy blew his brains out. Casey wasn’t finished with him yet, and nothing Alexa said could change that.

Casey hadn’t expected, nor believed, that Alexa could put things together, but she had certainly underestimated her, and misread her in crucial ways. Bringing the FBI agent into the plan at such a late date and knowing her so superficially had been a risk, but one she’d believed would put to bed any suspicion of her own involvement.

Andy was supposed to kill William, but she had factored in the fact that her uncle might live. If he survived, she’d had that covered with the covenant bombshell, and had mailed the notebook copies just in case he did survive.

Alexa Keen was no longer relevant. Casey had won her over for the moment, but Alexa would not remain bought with inexpensive and hollow promises. She was too good and too compassionate to be trusted. Besides, Casey wasn’t about to have some half-breed guttersnipe watching over her shoulder.

Gary West was alive, but the contract was as good as voided. The jerk was just a vegetable now, one she could keep parked in some institution. He certainly wouldn’t be able to taint Deana with his unfortunate and soft attitudes. No, the only remaining problem was Alexa Keen, and Casey was going to handle that one for good.

Casey ran upstairs and started dressing hurriedly in comfortable clothes, singing as she went. The door opened while she was still shirtless, and she looked up to see Edgar, the security guard. When he saw her breasts, he turned hastily away.

“Sorry, Mrs. West.”

“It’s okay, Edgar. You can look.”

The young man turned and stared at her, his face reddening.

Casey tossed her top aside and approached him. She kissed him, placed his soft, strong hand on her breast. She felt him growing against her. He wanted her. They always wanted her. She reached down and stroked his penis through his jeans.

“I’m in a hurry at the moment. But in a little while, Edgar, I’m going to strip your clothes off and do wonderful things to your body. Do you want that, Edgar?”

“Yes, ma’am. I sure will…do.”

“And you’ll return the favor, won’t you?”

“If you want me to,” he said huskily.

She turned from him and pulled on her top, lifting her hair clear of the turtleneck and letting it drop.

“Is Keen here alone?” she asked.

“There’s no cars on the street.”

“Good boy, Edgar. You be a doll and go to the den. I’ll call you if I need you.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll go to the den and wait.” He turned.

“And Edgar,” Casey said, checking herself in the mirror. “One more thing.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Keep that thing of yours nice and hard for me.”