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Destiny was relieved she’d told the detective about the Dom. She was shocked about his story but felt close to him. He did understand. He knew her desires and had some of his own. He was certainly surprising.
She’d remained on edge since her meeting with the mystery man at the Café and in truth was surprised he hadn’t followed her. No, tracking and hunting wasn’t his style. That was easy to see. He wanted her to succumb in all manners. In his arrogance, he believed she would come crawling back to him, ready to submit to every desire and be his obedient submissive. Hmmm…
She was intrigued with the handsome man, even though he reeked of suffocating power. She knew nothing about him, including his name. She doubted she’d ever have the opportunity to find out. By now he’d called the Mistress, complaining of her atrocities. Or had he? Perhaps her insolence had turned him on. For him to know her name terrified her, but on the other hand, she was also impressed with his actions. Impressed. She was skating on her soul’s thin ice. She knew he’d never let her go. Never.
Strangely enough, she had no doubt he was her midnight lover, now in the flesh and blood. Shivering, she held her arms. He indeed wanted to own her. Forever.
“Okay. My partner is going to check out this guy, nothing more. If he’s just a client looking to use a fancy whip, we’ll leave him alone. You’re certain you didn’t see anything while you were there?”
She shook her head before looking at the detective. He was very handsome in his own way. His demeanor and attire was a bit on the rough and rugged side. The connection they shared was something she’d spent some time thinking about. She’d certainly had what would be considered electric occurrences before, almost as if they’d known each other in a past life. This was different, stronger somehow. “Nothing that bears mentioning. The house was immaculate. There were no tell-tale signs of anything belonging to a woman. He was a nice man with an appetite for a submissive woman. I just sensed something was off, as if he was hiding a person or a secret. Maybe I’m just jaded about Michael and my other patients.”
“Understandable.”
“The other two who were killed. Same MO?”
“We don’t know yet. The ME’s report hasn’t come back yet.” Detective Givens walked toward the fireplace. He studied the various pictures one at a time.
“Detective-“
“Montana. Please.”
She smiled. “Montana, do you believe the killer is from the club?”
“I don’t know that either, but there is a connection between the club and your patients. I don’t believe in circumstances or coincidences. I believe the killer is either an employee or one of the members. Mark Ramos was a client, but he wasn’t rich.”
She thought about the business card. “There are ways of getting invited, even for a single event.”
“That’s how you got in?”
“Yeah. Maybe he was testing the waters so to speak.”
Montana shrugged. “Maybe, but he was allowed a special date.”
“Money can buy almost anything.”
“True,” he said under his breath.
“So how are you going to catch him or her?” She could tell he was still thinking about the girl.
He shrugged. “I have a few ideas.”
“So do I.”
“You’re not a part of this except anything you can tell me about your patients. Did you know they were going to Club Noir?”
“I told you, the BDSM was a small part of any of our conversations. That’s all I can tell you. The club itself was never mentioned. I checked. I’ve not going to divulge anything else. I can’t in good conscience.”
“Destiny. We have no viable leads, other than this Michael, and I hate to say this, but your patients are dead. The killer is very good and my bet is he’s targeting his victims. They ‘why’ is what we have to find out. Even the smallest detail might help.” Montana turned to face her. “Anything.”
“Yes, they’re dead. I feel responsible. However, I don’t know anything useful from their sessions or even off handed comments. Trust me, I’ve been through all of my files. There are no names and none of them suggested anything odd, except… Except for Michael. He honestly believes he’s in danger. Yes, the man is very ill, but that doesn’t negate the fact he’s terrified for real.”
“Do you believe he could be the killer?”
Destiny sighed. “I would have said no up until a few days ago, but I don’t know his state of mind any longer. The man who was in my office was not the kind hearted soul I’d met years ago. He’s dark, living in a vacuum of sorts.” She wanted to talk to Michael and to find out what was haunting him. However, he believed she was the enemy. She was convinced.
He sat back down and reached for the wine. “Well, we’re going to have a chat with him, see what he has to say. Did Mistress Jade give you any idea of who the special clients are? I know there is only a certain number allowed in this position of power.”
“Nothing that would be helpful.” She sat back against the couch. “I’ve tried to make any additional connections.”
