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“Remy?” Robin asked as if she were also in doubt.
“Yes. That’s it! Kind of nice name. I’ll bet Martha and Remy ended up lovers. I mean with the victim and that suspect being lovers. Stands to reason that they were all lesbians, living together.”
“I guess so,” Robin agreed.
“When I read about the murder, it reminded me of this woman who was here a while back. Eve. Oh, I’ll never forget her. They put her in this place for murdering her lover. A little like this case, one minute sane as the rest of us, the next, she snaps and stabs her lover with a butcher knife while she was sleeping. Now there’s a real loony. Not a sane bone in her body, though you wouldn’t know it to see her.”
“What happened to her, she still here?”
“No,” Joan Barnes said. “Dead. A couple of years ago she got out and really went plum crazy. Jumped out of a building. You wonder sometimes what makes people do things.”
“I heard that the other woman, Zelda, used to work here too,” Robin continued. “Did you know her?”
“I sure did! Now I didn’t see the picture in the paper, but if that was Zelda Wing, I’m hardly surprised. That woman was kinda kooky, too.” She leaned into Robin whispering. “You know I think we all get a little funny in the head working here,” she said with a smile. “Never heard from her after she left, and then she shows up at a murder. Can you imagine that!”
“You kinda wonder,” Robin said. She would have liked to have kept up the conversation, but Joan Barnes needed to go back on duty.
She smiled at Robin before she left. “Nice talking to you. I just hope they got the right woman. Would be terrible wouldn’t it, if it were Remy?”
Robin smiled as she joined Leslie at the car.
“So…” Leslie asked anxiously.
“Not a lot, but I did find out that Remy was in the violent ward,” Robin said. “Martha apparently had a fixation with Remy right off.”
“Why was Remy committed?” Leslie asked.
“The woman didn’t say,” Robin shrugged.
“And Zelda?”
“She remembers her, but not too well. She thought she was a little strange, but then she thinks everyone around here is a little crazy.”
“She’s probably right.”
“So what’s the next stunt you plan to pull?” Leslie asked.
“I think we need to do some further checking on Remy. See what the DA’s office has on her. We might just have our killer.”
The two climbed in the truck and headed back home.
The long quiet ride back to town became almost too much for Robin to bear.
“So, when do you think you’ll be ready for me again?” she finally blurted out. “Or are you saving your dominant submissive tenancies for strangers?” The idea that Leslie would even consider S&M left Robin with an incredible longing that would be difficult to shake. She still loved her, probably always would, but she almost wished Leslie had never gone to Shappos In Chains.
“Don’t be difficult, Rob, I’ve got to get this clear in me first. Then we’ll talk.” By then, they’d arrived at the office and Leslie pulled the truck next to Robin’s Suzuki.
“Whatever you say, love.” Her voice was clipped and a little pained. “I guess I’ll just forget about it for now.”
The look stung, but Leslie would not be manipulated. “Okay, so, I’ll see you in the morning at the Hill?” she said to avoid her partner’s parting comment. “I think it’s time we played our hands with the ladies.”
“Maybe, but I’m not sure about confrontations just yet.” Robin returned to business without missing a beat, as if the last few minutes had never taken place. “I want to get some more information on Remy. See what more I can extract from the police. And I want to check around the estate a little more.”
Leslie nodded, knowing that her partner had something in mind, but, as usual, she was keeping mum, probably because Robin wasn’t even sure yet what she was looking for. Funny, how Robin’s dilemma about the case matched Leslie’s own about sex. She guessed they both had some thinking to do.
Leslie drove off, leaving Robin wondering if it might be a good night to visit Britta again. She hadn’t had back to back sessions in some time, but she was feeling as raw as she had just after she’d learned of Felicia’s death. She didn’t know what she wanted from her business partner, but this impasse certainly wasn’t it!
Meanwhile, Leslie drove toward home realizing she was so torn between conflicting desires that she had no idea what to do. A big part of her wanted to go back to Robin and find some way of making mad passionate love to her; although strangely now, she would hardly know where to begin. To Leslie’s further amazement, she was nearly as motivated to go to Jane Hugh’s cottage on the hill and seek out the Dom’s advice. That seemed pretty stupid. She couldn’t imagine a Domme giving advice about her love life. Jane was as likely to beat her ass as talk to her – maybe, that’s what she really wanted. As Leslie approached her apartment, however, she gazed up to see that the lights were on in both the living room and bedroom.
