The Beach House by Paul Shepherd

The Beach House
    By Paul Shepherd
    Copyright by Paul Shepherd 2012
    Smashwords Edition
    Candy Brown woke up to the bright morning sun
shining through her large, sliding glass, patio door. The door
leads to a wooden deck overlooking the beach. Candy’s husband,
David had already gone to work. He has a small law office in
downtown Carolina Beach. David was once a senior partner at Randle
and Stern, a prominent law firm in Washington D.C. He quit after
his divorce. His ex-wife is the Media Strategic Advisor for the
White House. Between the two Browns, they knew just about every
power player in Washington.
    David's wife's affair made him sick of the
D.C. world. It wasn't so much because of the affair itself but the
reputation she was earning. If Kelly needed something, favors or
information, she'd be happy to give a little “some-some” to get
what she wanted, and she wanted a lot. Even after the divorce, he
was as well known for his ex’s infidelities as he was for being a
brilliant lawyer.
    David met Candy at the Bellagio casino in Las
Vegas where she worked. She was an entertainer, a singer in a
variety show. She did a great Katy Perry impersonation. She also
did tricks on the side for the uncommitted sex and the extra money.
She loved to sing but she loved the excitement of hooking even
more. She was high class. Candy selected her clients and she only
selected those who made her hot.
    David didn’t know about Candy’s tricks. After
spending the week with her in Vegas, David asked her to visit him
at his new beach house. She did three weeks later and never
left.

    Candy just got out of the shower when she
heard someone at the door. She put on her robe that hangs on the
back of the bathroom door. She hardly ever wears it, except for the
rare occasions like this. As Candy walked through the living room,
she could see through the glass front door a man she’d never seen
before. He was tall, tan, thirty four years old, blond hair and
dressed like a banker, wearing a decent suit from The Men’s
Wearhouse. But he was too built, too poised to be a banker. He was
definitely a cop.
    "Can I help you?"
    "Hello, my name is Lieutenant Gorton of the
Carolina Beach Police Department. Is this the Brown residence?"
    Candy was impressed with the officer's
professionalism. Her hair was still wet and she was only wearing a
short white bathrobe. He didn't miss a beat or sneak a peek at her
full breasts or her tan, toned, silky smooth thighs. Candy knew she
was a desirable woman. She is only twenty seven and her only
responsibilities lately were to work out, tan and primp herself
daily. Candy’s breasts were perfect. She was confident of that.
After all, her breasts were done by the same doctor who did Carmen
Electra’s. She also remembered all too vividly all the men eagerly
paying her thousands of dollars to be with her for just a
night.
    "Yes, I'm Candy Brown."
    "Is Mr. Brown here?"
    "No, he's at work. Is there a problem
Officer?"
    "Did he tell you if he was working out of his
office today or did his business entail working out, maybe at court
or visiting a client?”
    "I'm sorry, could you please tell me what’s
going on?"
    The officer took a moment, clearly he didn't
what to divulge anything until he got the information he
needed.
    "Yes Mrs. Brown, do you know who Kelly Brown
is?
    Candy cringed, as if puke was rising up her
throat.
    “Yes, It’s David’s x-wife. What does she
want?”
    “When was the last time you saw her?”
    “I’ve never seen that bitch and I don’t want
to!” Candy said angrily.
    The Lieutenant looked at Candy with concern.
She just moved up his suspect list..
    “Kelly is dead.”
    Candy’s eyes widened. Her mouth popped open
in surprise.
    “Oh my god! What happened?”
    “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
    “What do you mean? Did someone kill her?”
Candy seemed genuinely shocked. Not so much from sadness but in
amazement that someone killed that bitch.
    “It’s an open case right now.