Sharpton, the manager of the hotel. The master of the island asked me to share this with you.”
Jett took the file folder the manager proffered. “He said he hopes you’ll find the information helpful.” With that, Mr. Sharpton gave them a quick nod and left.
Carissa and Jett stepped away from the bar to a more secluded area where they couldn’t be overheard. Opening the folder, Jett perused the papers inside, explaining it was the doctor’s notes in regards to the way Gregory was murdered.
“So whoever killed him drugged him first?”
“It would appear so,” Jett said in response to Carissa’s question.
“That would have made it easier for a woman to bind Gregory to the chair. If he was incapacitated, he wouldn’t have put up much of a fight.”
Jett continued flipping through the details. “And after the killer had Gregory bound, he made sure the man suffered.”
“How so?”
Jett grimaced as he read Dr. Magdalene’s notes. “The penis was cut off first.”
“Yikes. I was sort of hoping for Gregory’s sake that had happened after he was dead.”
“Me too.” Jett turned to the last page. “The doctor said the amount of blood lost indicates the stab to the heart came later…much later.”
“So this murderer was pissed off and determined to make Gregory suffer.”
“It sounds like it.” Jett studied a photograph.
“What’s that?” Carissa asked.
Jett flipped through the small stack of pictures, showing them to Carissa. “The security team took pictures of the crime scene. Given the splatter pattern around the chair, the killer must have been covered in blood.”
“How do you think he got back into the hotel without anyone seeing all that blood on his clothes?”
“I have no idea.” Jett closed the file folder. “But you’re not stepping foot in that dungeon tonight.”
“Excuse me?”
Jett released a long sigh. “Rissa, please try to see reason. We’re looking at a brutal killing. We have no idea what set this person off. We can’t assume the killer had any personal relationship with Gregory at all. You said it yourself last night. What if it’s someone who sees BDSM as an abomination and has it out for anyone who shows up at the dungeon?”
Carissa shook her head. “No. I was just grasping at straws. Besides, that scenario doesn’t feel right to me. Whoever did this had a definite grudge against Gregory. It was personal.”
“So let me go to the dungeon tonight alone. I’ll ask a few questions, and then come back up to our room where we can discuss what I learn safely. We’ll put the pieces together there.”
“We can cover more ground if I come too, Jett. You can strike up conversations with the Doms, but let’s face it, the subs aren’t going to talk to you so openly. Unless you’re intending to play with them, of course.” Carissa tried to keep the jealousy out of her tone. But she failed miserably.
“I’m not playing with anyone but you, Rissa.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have serious issues when it comes to listening.”
Jett gripped her hips, pulling her lower body forward until his crotch—and erection—brushed against her. “You’re right. I do. I’m much better at reading between the lines.”
She tried to push away, but Jett’s grip was tenacious. Finally, she simply gave in. It was easier. And her resistance when it came to Jett was perilously low. “I’m going with you tonight.”
Jett studied her face. From his chagrined expression, he knew he wouldn’t win. “Fine. But we’re playing it my way. You’ll go in as my collared sub. I don’t want another man even looking at you.”
“Jealous much?”
“Hell yeah. And determined to keep you safe. Any man in that place could be the killer, so you’re going to give them all a wide berth. Understood?”
She nodded, her own unease growing. She’d volunteered them to go undercover for one very selfish reason last night. She had wanted a reason to return to the dungeon with
Jett took the file folder the manager proffered. “He said he hopes you’ll find the information helpful.” With that, Mr. Sharpton gave them a quick nod and left.
Carissa and Jett stepped away from the bar to a more secluded area where they couldn’t be overheard. Opening the folder, Jett perused the papers inside, explaining it was the doctor’s notes in regards to the way Gregory was murdered.
“So whoever killed him drugged him first?”
“It would appear so,” Jett said in response to Carissa’s question.
“That would have made it easier for a woman to bind Gregory to the chair. If he was incapacitated, he wouldn’t have put up much of a fight.”
Jett continued flipping through the details. “And after the killer had Gregory bound, he made sure the man suffered.”
“How so?”
Jett grimaced as he read Dr. Magdalene’s notes. “The penis was cut off first.”
“Yikes. I was sort of hoping for Gregory’s sake that had happened after he was dead.”
“Me too.” Jett turned to the last page. “The doctor said the amount of blood lost indicates the stab to the heart came later…much later.”
“So this murderer was pissed off and determined to make Gregory suffer.”
“It sounds like it.” Jett studied a photograph.
“What’s that?” Carissa asked.
Jett flipped through the small stack of pictures, showing them to Carissa. “The security team took pictures of the crime scene. Given the splatter pattern around the chair, the killer must have been covered in blood.”
“How do you think he got back into the hotel without anyone seeing all that blood on his clothes?”
“I have no idea.” Jett closed the file folder. “But you’re not stepping foot in that dungeon tonight.”
“Excuse me?”
Jett released a long sigh. “Rissa, please try to see reason. We’re looking at a brutal killing. We have no idea what set this person off. We can’t assume the killer had any personal relationship with Gregory at all. You said it yourself last night. What if it’s someone who sees BDSM as an abomination and has it out for anyone who shows up at the dungeon?”
Carissa shook her head. “No. I was just grasping at straws. Besides, that scenario doesn’t feel right to me. Whoever did this had a definite grudge against Gregory. It was personal.”
“So let me go to the dungeon tonight alone. I’ll ask a few questions, and then come back up to our room where we can discuss what I learn safely. We’ll put the pieces together there.”
“We can cover more ground if I come too, Jett. You can strike up conversations with the Doms, but let’s face it, the subs aren’t going to talk to you so openly. Unless you’re intending to play with them, of course.” Carissa tried to keep the jealousy out of her tone. But she failed miserably.
“I’m not playing with anyone but you, Rissa.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have serious issues when it comes to listening.”
Jett gripped her hips, pulling her lower body forward until his crotch—and erection—brushed against her. “You’re right. I do. I’m much better at reading between the lines.”
She tried to push away, but Jett’s grip was tenacious. Finally, she simply gave in. It was easier. And her resistance when it came to Jett was perilously low. “I’m going with you tonight.”
Jett studied her face. From his chagrined expression, he knew he wouldn’t win. “Fine. But we’re playing it my way. You’ll go in as my collared sub. I don’t want another man even looking at you.”
“Jealous much?”
“Hell yeah. And determined to keep you safe. Any man in that place could be the killer, so you’re going to give them all a wide berth. Understood?”
She nodded, her own unease growing. She’d volunteered them to go undercover for one very selfish reason last night. She had wanted a reason to return to the dungeon with
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