maybe. I need to get my equipment set up. But
I don't see any reason why the three of you can't start any
time, with your own brand of preliminaries."
"I'm not doing anything today," Adrianne said. "I'm tired,
and-Emeril's on, and he's doing fried turkeys."
Cathleen grinned. "Adrianne, you are a fried turkey," and
then she shoved the other woman's shoulder. "I'm kidding!"
"I'll go check on my gear and wait for the delivery
truck," Nyvysk said. He looked up at the pendulum clock
by the fireplace. "Let's all meet again around seven and get
something together for dinner."
"I'm all for that," Cathleen said and bounced up. Her
large breasts bounced too, which was likely intentional.
"Right now I'm going to find the fanciest bathroom in this
whole place and take a bubble bath." She strode out of the
room.
"What about you, Willis?" Nyvysk asked. "What are you
going to do now?"
"I'm gonna start right now; I'm getting ... feelings."
He looked at Mack. "Which room did the murders take
place in?"
"There were dead bodies on the stairs, in the first parlor on
the second floor, and some of the guest suites, also on the second floor. But the majority of the people were killed in the
largest suite of the fifth floor. Mr. Hildreth called it the Scarlet Room. You can find it on any of the videocom maps."
"Right." Willis hesitantly took off his gloves and left the
room.
"I'll be back in a couple hours," Mack said. "If you need
anything ..." He held up his cell phone.
When Mack left, Nyvysk felt odd, alone with Adrianne.
She stared at the TV, but he had to wonder how much of it
she was really watching.
"When was the last time you OBE'd, Adrianne?"
"About a month ago. It was an Army check-up at Fort
Meade."
"You still work for them?"
"Almost never. They consider me retirement-disabled.
Now I get a check every month instead of orders."
"How did the OBE go?"
"All right. They were just testing my responses on lower
doses of Lobrogaine."
Nyvysk held on to a concern. One way or another, they
were all damaged. But Adrianne had the worst fears to face
if this mansion was for real.
"You're still a Christian, aren't you?"
"Yeah," was all she said.
"Be careful."
"I will." She looked up suddenly, curious. She blinked
out of her laze. "There's somebody else coming, too, right?
A local writer?"
"I think so," Nyvysk said.
"I wonder where he is."
Chapter Five
I
The cover photography blared white background behind a
long, lean brunette with bright blue eyes and a big white
smile, skintight t-shirt adhered to erect, 34C breasts. The
t-shirt had a Viagra pill on it, and the words GOT WOOD?
The top of the box read: T&T ENTERPRISES PRESENTS:
GABRIELLE COX IN GABRIELLE'S BIG BANG. The
brightness of the cover, that crystal-like clarity, seemed to hypnotize Westmore for a moment. But it wasn't just the obvious
beauty of the woman, nor the glaring sexual provocation. It's
her reality, he thought. That's a real person on this ww..
A dead person.
He recognized the woman's face at once, matching it to
the mug-shot and the post-mortem shot from the records
that Karen had given him. And her real name wasn't
Gabrielle Cox, it was Jane Johnson, five-six, 119 pounds, twenty-four years old, born of a solid middle-class family
from Green Bay, Wisconsin, quit college after two semesters
to follow the yellow-brick road to Hollywood stardom.
The pretty face and stunning body was contracted posthaste
by a mediocre Redondo-Beach-based adult video company
called T&T Enterprises. Shortly thereafter, she acquired a
$4,500 breast-implant job, developed a mounting addiction
to cocaine, had three abortions, engaged in sex acts with
over 500 men and a 100 women, and appeared in 106 hardcore adult DVD's, until her career ended three weeks ago in
an eccentric's mansion located on the other side of the
country.
And now this is all that's left of Gabrielle Cox akaJaneJohnson
of Green Bay, Wisconsin, Westmore
I don't see any reason why the three of you can't start any
time, with your own brand of preliminaries."
"I'm not doing anything today," Adrianne said. "I'm tired,
and-Emeril's on, and he's doing fried turkeys."
Cathleen grinned. "Adrianne, you are a fried turkey," and
then she shoved the other woman's shoulder. "I'm kidding!"
"I'll go check on my gear and wait for the delivery
truck," Nyvysk said. He looked up at the pendulum clock
by the fireplace. "Let's all meet again around seven and get
something together for dinner."
"I'm all for that," Cathleen said and bounced up. Her
large breasts bounced too, which was likely intentional.
"Right now I'm going to find the fanciest bathroom in this
whole place and take a bubble bath." She strode out of the
room.
"What about you, Willis?" Nyvysk asked. "What are you
going to do now?"
"I'm gonna start right now; I'm getting ... feelings."
He looked at Mack. "Which room did the murders take
place in?"
"There were dead bodies on the stairs, in the first parlor on
the second floor, and some of the guest suites, also on the second floor. But the majority of the people were killed in the
largest suite of the fifth floor. Mr. Hildreth called it the Scarlet Room. You can find it on any of the videocom maps."
"Right." Willis hesitantly took off his gloves and left the
room.
"I'll be back in a couple hours," Mack said. "If you need
anything ..." He held up his cell phone.
When Mack left, Nyvysk felt odd, alone with Adrianne.
She stared at the TV, but he had to wonder how much of it
she was really watching.
"When was the last time you OBE'd, Adrianne?"
"About a month ago. It was an Army check-up at Fort
Meade."
"You still work for them?"
"Almost never. They consider me retirement-disabled.
Now I get a check every month instead of orders."
"How did the OBE go?"
"All right. They were just testing my responses on lower
doses of Lobrogaine."
Nyvysk held on to a concern. One way or another, they
were all damaged. But Adrianne had the worst fears to face
if this mansion was for real.
"You're still a Christian, aren't you?"
"Yeah," was all she said.
"Be careful."
"I will." She looked up suddenly, curious. She blinked
out of her laze. "There's somebody else coming, too, right?
A local writer?"
"I think so," Nyvysk said.
"I wonder where he is."
Chapter Five
I
The cover photography blared white background behind a
long, lean brunette with bright blue eyes and a big white
smile, skintight t-shirt adhered to erect, 34C breasts. The
t-shirt had a Viagra pill on it, and the words GOT WOOD?
The top of the box read: T&T ENTERPRISES PRESENTS:
GABRIELLE COX IN GABRIELLE'S BIG BANG. The
brightness of the cover, that crystal-like clarity, seemed to hypnotize Westmore for a moment. But it wasn't just the obvious
beauty of the woman, nor the glaring sexual provocation. It's
her reality, he thought. That's a real person on this ww..
A dead person.
He recognized the woman's face at once, matching it to
the mug-shot and the post-mortem shot from the records
that Karen had given him. And her real name wasn't
Gabrielle Cox, it was Jane Johnson, five-six, 119 pounds, twenty-four years old, born of a solid middle-class family
from Green Bay, Wisconsin, quit college after two semesters
to follow the yellow-brick road to Hollywood stardom.
The pretty face and stunning body was contracted posthaste
by a mediocre Redondo-Beach-based adult video company
called T&T Enterprises. Shortly thereafter, she acquired a
$4,500 breast-implant job, developed a mounting addiction
to cocaine, had three abortions, engaged in sex acts with
over 500 men and a 100 women, and appeared in 106 hardcore adult DVD's, until her career ended three weeks ago in
an eccentric's mansion located on the other side of the
country.
And now this is all that's left of Gabrielle Cox akaJaneJohnson
of Green Bay, Wisconsin, Westmore
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