Chapter 47

I tossed on a shirt and shorts, no underwear, and brought a robe out to Brigitte, who put it on. Sure enough, the police were there, two minutes after she slipped the robe on.

The same detective as I’d talked to the first time, Mike Ferguson, came this time.

“What the fuck do you do out here, to draw every rapist in Wisconsin out of the woodwork?”

“Well, I was nude sunbathing, no law against that at my own home, is there? And I didn’t wave to anyone this time, because I was kind of dozing, half asleep. Anyway, just relaxing, and this voice says something like, ‘Look who we got here, the fucking bitch cock tease.’ So I open my eyes and see these two jokers, the same two who were with the rapist the first time. This time they’d turned off their motor and just drifted in, thinking I was asleep and they wanted to surprise me.

“I told them that I had a boyfriend and didn’t want their company, same thing I said the first time. Then the big asshole said they’d plann