Chapter 10

Ms. Davis gave him little less than an hour; the photographer would be leaving before the first lunch began at 11:20. Preston could make it, barely, if Roger didn’t put up much of a fight and if traffic wasn’t bad. And if he could convince Abby to change. That would take the most time, and was the upcoming argument he dreaded the most.

Roger turned out surprisingly easy to deal with. Preston found him and Maureen in the office, but they weren’t looking at surveillance tapes. Well, the tapes were playing on the screen, but weren’t being watched. No, when Preston knocked once and opened the door without waiting for a response, he found Roger leaning back against the small desk, pants unzipped, cock jutting out from his open fly. Maureen sat in the chair in front of him, both hands grasped around his erection, lips pursed as she pulled away at the intrusion. “Oh!” she cried.