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“I don’t like her,” Jane said flatly.
“Well, she doesn’t like you either, but that’s all the more reason, don’t you think?” While Martha dressed, Jane plucked the keys from the hook and walked to the door.
“I really do like the women I top, it makes the scene much more appealing. You know, you could come for yourself,” Jane offered. “If you really need some good stuff to take your mind off this mess here.”
“Thanks, but I have enough sex to keep me busy.”
“Suit yourself,” Jane said, and she walked out.
When the screen door banged again, it was Zelda returning to the kitchen. While Martha put a teapot on the stove, she admired the red blotches that still marred Zelda’s alabaster skin.
“Next time, you’ll tie me, hum?”
“I could. But where? In the basement, perhaps you’re looking for dungeons? We don’t really have one here.”
“I’m looking for fun,” Zelda said, her eyes twinkling much lighter than they had earlier.
“Anywhere you can get it?”
“You think I’m loose, don’t you?”
“I don’t know you, I don’t really know why you’re here.” It was a question that had been bothering Martha for days. Perhaps the sex between the two of them had made her bold. But there was something suspicious about Zelda’s presence in the house, and her relationship with the sleeping Remy.”She wanted me here, Remy did,” Zelda said.
“Oh?”
“Yes, she called me two weeks ago to tell me that things were kind of strange here. She invited me for a visit.”
“I see. I was just surprised when you showed up unannounced,” Martha answered.
“Hum. That’s odd because you know everything that Remy does. At least I thought so.”
“I have taken care of her,” Martha said in her defense. It was difficult to know if Zelda’s comments were meant to be subtle digs, or just information.
“And very well, I might add,” the redhead noted.
“So, what did Remy think was so strange?” Martha asked.
“I think you’d better ask her,” Zelda said. Picking up her clothes from the kitchen floor, she walked out naked, with a sassy swish to her lovely hips, her ass still glowing a soft pale pink.
“Slut,” Martha murmured to herself under her breath, although she had every intention of giving the woman her wish to be tied and abused. Perhaps she’d just leave her bound to a post in the basement, naked, with the rats running around her feet. The thought was perfectly divine. Though she should be ashamed of herself for having such wicked thoughts; there was too much wickedness about, too much. That’s probably what made for the whole murderous mess.
Chapter Five
The sound of jail cells clanging shut always sent a strange shiver through Robin’s bones. Not a sound that anyone should ever get used to. For a cell, this one wasn’t bad, and at least Betsy had it to herself. Being a murder suspect gave her some privilege.
Betsy sat on her bunk giving Robin a slightly hopeful look on seeing a friendly face. She looked very lost in this tiny jail cell, with nothing but a bed and wash basin, and a blue prison dress to wear.
“How are things for you?” Robin asked.
“What can I expect?” Betsy replied, sadly.
If she wasn’t innocent, she sure gave the impression that she was.
“Leslie and I have done some preliminary work. We believe you’re innocent, but we’re going to have to do some real digging to find the real murderer. I hope you can help.”
“I’ll do anything I can to help you, if you can just get me out of here.”
“Well then, let’s talk about that night, see if you know something we don’t know. Do you mind if I sit?”
