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Heart to Heart

Heart to Heart (Chapter Six)

by J.B.
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He couldn’t believe it! People were standing all around, laughing and talking! No one seemed to think it was strange that a woman was strapped to the big wheel. He made a motion to the dealer, but he was ignored. He tried to get behind the table, but a pit boss was there and wouldn’t [...]

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Heart to Heart (Chapter Seven)

by J.B.
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Larry had just arrived in Paris and was being driven to his hotel by the devious Dr. Kipling. Viki and Clint were still imprisoned in the abandoned warehouse and were waiting for Mark to release them. Dr. Kipling eased the limo into the semi-circular drive of the Pink Giraffe and motioned for Jean-Claude (Mark) to [...]

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Heart to Heart (Chapter Eight)

by J.B.
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Clint was down in the Business Center of the hotel, waiting on a fax. Viki had gone down to meet him because she had an idea on finding Karen. It was now after 4 o’clock and maybe room service would be delivering a tray to Karen, if she were in the hotel. She quickly informed [...]

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Heart to Heart (Chapter Nine)

by J.B.
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Viki and Clint had just discovered that Mark Hopkins’ real name was Tim Ryan, according to his wallet, anyway. The two of them met Larry and waited for Mark (Jean-Claude/Tim) to escort them to Ivan Kipling’s suite. It was almost 9 o’clock when Mark ran up to greet them. He was out of breath and [...]

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Heart to Heart (Chapter Ten)

by J.B.
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The lady, obviously very distraught, fell into the open arms of Dr. Larry Wolek. Being the calm and collected person that he is, he proceeded in the attempt of soothing her ruffled feathers. “Whoa, it’s okay. Hold on to me. We can help you.” “There’s . . . there’s a man out on my balcony! [...]

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