Detective Hunter Sloane, the top recruit of his graduating class, and the first to become a detective had since earned near legendary status, thanks to his hound dog instincts, good looks, and relentless determination. It gave him an edge over his fellow officers, but he never discussed it. When the opportunity presented itself, a fellow officer, usually one from his academy always did the honors. “His caseload is 100% solved.” Sloane’s reply was always the same. ‘I’m here to work not play hopscotch like you jokesters.” Then, he’d laugh it off and go on his way.
This time, he had one of the most prominent cases any officer in his department had to date: a missing person’s case of one of Vermouthshire’s richest executives. He wrapped up interviewing …show more content…
With that, she lost interest in the tall, otherwise handsome uniformed man with baby blue eyes. She grimaced. “I can’t imagine why you’d want to question me.”
He looked around the lobby, “I never implied that. Anyway, do you have any regulars that work for well to families?”
“Perhaps we do but I don’t keep a record of it. What is said during pillow talk is their business—it’s no different from lawyer client privilege.”
“I doubt that. Do any of your clients work for Donovan Kingsley?”
“I do believe we’ve catered to a few of his employees. If my memory serves me right, there a particular young man who courted three of my girls from time to time.”
Court? Hunter fought the urge to laugh, and smirked instead. “I’d like to have a word with them, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure. Follow me. You have to can use one of the courtesan rooms. If you question them anywhere else, you’ll probably spook the customers.”
He questions Abigail and Lyla but all they discussed with the client was what he wanted them to do to him. The last courtesan, Blanche proved more …show more content…
Red faced by Blanche’s unabridged details of her sexual encounter with Anton, Det. Sloane swallowed with discomfort. As if that wasn’t enough, Blanche turned to Sloane as he was about to leave, twirling the string of her peasant top around her index finger. “What’s the rush?” She smiled. “Stick around, spend some time with me,” Blanche rubbed the top of her bosom while looking at him.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure. Other than that, if you think of anything else that might help with my investigation, please give me a call,” he wrote his number on a piece of paper and left.
On Draíocht Dol, a final act of defiance took place as the corpse lying on the surface of the pond exorcised a final gasp, freeing a fume from its stiff, twisted lips far worse than the putrefying odor immersing the area. A splotched, murky brown hue; unlike the living, the color of its skin gave the cadaver and otherworldly appearance as if the body was a balloon filled with helium, more than enough to encourage
This time, he had one of the most prominent cases any officer in his department had to date: a missing person’s case of one of Vermouthshire’s richest executives. He wrapped up interviewing …show more content…
With that, she lost interest in the tall, otherwise handsome uniformed man with baby blue eyes. She grimaced. “I can’t imagine why you’d want to question me.”
He looked around the lobby, “I never implied that. Anyway, do you have any regulars that work for well to families?”
“Perhaps we do but I don’t keep a record of it. What is said during pillow talk is their business—it’s no different from lawyer client privilege.”
“I doubt that. Do any of your clients work for Donovan Kingsley?”
“I do believe we’ve catered to a few of his employees. If my memory serves me right, there a particular young man who courted three of my girls from time to time.”
Court? Hunter fought the urge to laugh, and smirked instead. “I’d like to have a word with them, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure. Follow me. You have to can use one of the courtesan rooms. If you question them anywhere else, you’ll probably spook the customers.”
He questions Abigail and Lyla but all they discussed with the client was what he wanted them to do to him. The last courtesan, Blanche proved more …show more content…
Red faced by Blanche’s unabridged details of her sexual encounter with Anton, Det. Sloane swallowed with discomfort. As if that wasn’t enough, Blanche turned to Sloane as he was about to leave, twirling the string of her peasant top around her index finger. “What’s the rush?” She smiled. “Stick around, spend some time with me,” Blanche rubbed the top of her bosom while looking at him.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure. Other than that, if you think of anything else that might help with my investigation, please give me a call,” he wrote his number on a piece of paper and left.
On Draíocht Dol, a final act of defiance took place as the corpse lying on the surface of the pond exorcised a final gasp, freeing a fume from its stiff, twisted lips far worse than the putrefying odor immersing the area. A splotched, murky brown hue; unlike the living, the color of its skin gave the cadaver and otherworldly appearance as if the body was a balloon filled with helium, more than enough to encourage