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MELISSA SHAKER WAS crying so hard she nearly tripped down the steps leading into the garage It had been two days now but she still couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it That damned ex-wife of his had held a dip-shit little memorial service, no actual funeral because there’d been nothing to creone, and nobody cared Except her She tripped again, grabbing the handrail to steady herself as she stepped into the underground garage A car horn honked loudly She felt its hot exhaust as it whooshed past her, the driver yelling at her to pay attention

She wiped her eyes There was nothing to do Just nothing Her father had sworn he hadn’t killed Louey, but she’d looked into his eyes and seen guilt She would never forgive hi anywhere near her She wanted to be alone She wanted to drive out into the desert and let the sun burn into her She kept walking toward her car

"Miss Shaker! Please, wait up You know your father’s orders, particularly now"

She waited for hi fired when all he was trying to do was his job

She stopped by her BMW roadster, painted James Bond blue It was exactly like the one he’d driven in a movie, except hers was more powerful She loved that little car

"Thank you," Greg said as he trotted up to her "Listen, Miss Shaker, I’ot into the car Greg came around the other side

"Don’t try to lose me, Miss Shaker It’s i the next week"

"They gave him a measly memorial service," she said, and turned the key

The car exploded into flaht in via satellite at twelve-twenty in the afternoon

Melissa Shaker, twenty-three, daughter of Rule Shaker, Las Vegas casino owner, was killed at ten AM thisMs Shaker’s car that was parked in the underground parking lot beneath the Sirocco Casino