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Their hands roved more aggressively as they embraced, their lips meeting tenderly time after time. “Remy won’t be gone for a few minutes yet,” Martha said, pulling away reluctantly. Her thighs were already trembling, her heart pounding with need, she wanted Zelda now.
“Well then, we’ll just wait, it won’t be long,” Zelda quipped. She grinned, thoughts of sex motivating her to blow a meaningful kiss in Martha’s direction, as she left the room.
Robin and Leslie drove to the Hill after they’d quickly showered and dressed. They didn’t talk about sex the night before, or Leslie being tied to the bed. By mutual agreement, it would be a while before they’d be in bed together again. That fact made their morning a bittersweet moment, halting and uneasy.
At the base of the hill, they spotted the little red compact car that Remy drove, turning right on the street and moving away from them in the direction of the lab at the university.
“Must be going back to work,” Robin said.
“She looked a little flustered,” Leslie said. “Didn’t even see us.”
“Just as well, our business is not with her. If she’d seen us now, she’d probably have an accident. I’m surprised that Martha doesn’t drive her to work.”
“Perhaps she’s not as confused as she sounds. It wouldn’t surprise me if she has spells of very lucid thinking.”
“You think she’s guilty, don’t you?” Leslie asked.
“I think we’ll know more after we’ve finished with Jane,” Robin assured her.
They drove up the long driveway to the top of the hill, Roman Hill standing like a monolith over the city below. Its purpose didn’t seem as clear to Robin as it once had been – a haven for lesbians in need of a quite playground away from the judgments of the world. Now it seemed like a relic that would be best bull-dozed away once the murder was solved. A bed and breakfast? She wasn’t sure it would fly, unless someone wanted to give ghost tours, or mystery nights, or something like that.
They parked close to the garden, just a short walk to Jane’s cottage. The detectives hoped that Jane Hugh was still at home. There was no excuse for not having been there bright and early, except for the lust that had overcome them both.
“I wonder if Martha is back to work, too,” Leslie said. She stared up at the dark windows looking out to the garden, thinking of Martha’s disgruntled face staring down at them the day before. Perhaps the woman didn’t know, but Leslie had seen her scowling at them from her perch. Later, when they seemed to interrupt her and Zelda, the same scowl was only thinly disguised by her civility.
Reaching the cottage now, they could see a light still on. A knock on the door and Jane answered moments later.
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??So, to what do I owe this visit?” she said. Her eyes were without a hint of malice, her tone not in the least accusatory, just curious.
“We’ve made some discoveries that we’d like to talk to you about,” Leslie said. “May we come in?”
“Sure,” Jane said. Holding the door wide, she let them pass.
There always was an air of authority about her that suggested in any situation she would be in control. Robin wondered if she would still be in control if the police should arrest her.
“I’m surprised you two can confront me at all,” Jane said, with a pleased smirk. “You look as if you’re creaming in your pants.”
Leslie was taken aback, not realizing that she was so obvious with her lust. The truth was, she was ‘creaming’ in her pants. Just seeing the woman, it was difficult not to think of being dominated by her.
“Is that supposed to disarm us?” Robin quickly replied to the sarcastic remark.
“Just stating what I see. It doesn’t bother me,” Jane said. “If I was prone to be flattered, I suppose I would be now.”
“You’re assuming a lot,” Leslie said, while trying to regain her composure.
“Am I?” Jane’s eyes flashed.
“There are some things we have to ask you, Jane,” Robin immediately changed the subject. “Some very curious holes in your story, lies in fact. We’d like some explanations.”
“Why don’t you just take this to the police?” Jane asked.
“Because frankly, we don’t think you murdered Felicia,” Leslie jumped in.
“But you have to ask.” Jane moved to her leather chair and sat down, motioning Robin and Leslie to the couch opposite her.
“We found pictures of you and Felicia in her room, you had her bound just like she was bound when she died. The very same knots that her murderer used.”
