Part 3 (1/2)
She had not felt anything like this in years. No john had ever turned her on. n.o.body ever gave her any s.e.xual pleasure.
Tossing and turning, she moaned in ecstasy.
Gradually, he lowered the setting on his remote.
She lay sprawled across the bed, spent.
”Let's go again,” he said, turning up the dial.
”Who are you? And where can I buy one of those things?” Her voice sounded more sultry than she could ever fake.
”How's this?” He increased the intensity more rapidly than before.
”d.a.m.n.” She grabbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and held on tight for another wild ride.
He spun the dial to the maximum setting.
”No, that's too much. Stop!” It was like twelve o.r.g.a.s.ms coming all at once. Her body began to quiver. Convulse. ”Please, stop!” She grabbed her chest. An elephant foot crushed her ribcage down against her heart. Her body bounced around on the bed like a ragdoll in an earthquake.
”Stop,” she gasped. ”I can't breathe!”
CHAPTER 4 - Monday, 10:47 p.m.
Rebecca and Gabby jumped into his Honda Civic and he drove out of the motel parking lot. ”So, I can understand why somebody would want to kill Big Bill. But why frame us for it?”
”The bigger question is how they framed us. They must have bugged my office. Otherwise, they wouldn't have known the precise time to kill Big Bill and get out of there before you arrived.”
”Maybe they got lucky. Maybe they had no idea I was coming, and just happen to leave before I got there.”
”Are you sure they left? Did you check my closet?”
”No. I didn't even think about it. I was too freaked out by the whole thing. My first thought was to get you out of there before the cops showed up.”
”Because you figured I shot him.”
”No. I mean-I wasn't sure. I just knew you were in big trouble.”
”You were in trouble too, since you owed him thousands of dollars.”
”That was my second thought.”
”I believe the killer knew everything. He heard me talking to you on the phone this morning. That gave him all day to convince Big Bill to pay me a visit.”
”I don't know, Becca. I realize this is your line of work. But that sounds pretty far-fetched.”
”Okay. Why were you late for our meeting?”
”I told you when I called. I had a flat tire.”
”What kind of flat? Did you have a nail in your tire or what?”
”No. It was leaking on the side.”
”As though somebody stabbed it with a knife?”
”Oh...yeah. I see what you mean,” said Gabby. ”It was to hold me up. To make me late.”
”And to give the killer enough time to wait for the drug to work, and then shoot Big Bill with my gun-with it still in my hand.”
”Oh, my G.o.d.”
”He must have followed him into my reception area, and waited for just the right moment.”
”Big Bill drank the drug too. Although, his cup was still half full. And he had three times your body ma.s.s.”
”So, he might have just been drowsy,” said Rebecca.
”Which would have made him slow to react when the killer came in and pointed my gun at him.”
”Or,” said Gabby, ”if he knew the killer, Big Bill might not have suspected he was going to shoot him.”
”Then you walk in, see the dead body and call the police. You and I both had motives to kill him.”
”But I didn't call the police. The killer miscalculated that part.”
”Yeah. But eventually we're going to be right where he wants us: in jail. Unless we can catch him before the police catch us.”
Neither of them spoke for several minutes.
Rebecca said, ”It could have been his wife, Kimberly. She's a trophy wife. He was 60. She's 29. But apparently even that's not young enough. He's out there s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g teenagers.”
”I wonder if there was a prenup?”
”If not, I'd put her at the top of my list. Next, would come any business partners who stood to gain.”
”Could have been one of those teenage girls.”
”Maybe. But they had s.e.x with him willingly. After two of his waitresses were discovered by a Hollywood agent, the word got out: get a job at Big Bill's Cafe Nue, and first thing you know-you'll be a star. Some girls will do anything to be famous.”
”Some do it just for the money. Those waitresses make a fortune in tips. Ever been there?”
”No.”
”It's three blocks from my shop.”
”Good. After you do our makeovers, let's go down there and nose around.”