case.”
She paused and then said, “Of course. Bringing it up on the dining room wall screen now.”
The apartment didn’t have a dedicated office space and I wasn’t having company over for dinner anytime soon, so the dining room was my office. My “desk” was the table. Notes from both old and current cases covered practically the entire surface. I’d get around to putting them into my personal files one day. For now, I knew exactly where everything was and I could grab what I needed quickly; it looked messy, but it worked for me.
A high-definition image of Wolfe’s face appeared on the wall. He smiled at the robot and his lips moved. “Volume at fifty percent and restart video playback,” I directed while I picked up the pen and pad of paper that always sat on the table for notes.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Hello, my lovely.” Wolfe’s voice was higher than I’d anticipated.
“Hi, Charlie.” Kelly’s voice echoed slightly. I didn’t know if the microphones for sound recognition were in the bot’s ears, which would make sense to me, so I jotted it down to have Andi research. “How was your week?”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, leading the way through the door to the client rooms. “I’m not in the mood for small talk tonight, Kelly. That jackass, Kyle, wiped me out early. Honestly, who throws a poison gas grenade at a satanic rat when we’re all standing five feet away?”
“Kyle did,” Kelly replied.
“Yeah. That dickhead rolled his way to safety. My dice came up with a one and a two. Can you believe that? A one and a two! What are the odds of rolling a one and a two?”
“There is a ninety-eight point six one one one six seven percent chance that you will roll a combination of a one and a two when using two twelve-sided dice. The odds were clearly not in your favor, baby.”
“I know the odds; I had the car calculate them on the way over.” He sounded annoyed as he pulled her along the hallway. “The manager said we’re in room one fifty-two… Is that in the first or second section?”
“Second section. The room is ahead on the right.”
◦ ◦ ◦
The robot trailed behind Wolfe and I recognized the t-shirt he wore. It had been on the chair in the room and looked to be the same design that Mrs. Wolfe wore when I went to the hobby shop the night before. His was decidedly less flattering than his wife’s, plus the wet stains in the armpits and across his back were disgusting.
The door was unlocked when they arrived. I added that to my list of notes. When did the door unlock? Was it when Paxton ran the john’s credit chip, when they got close to the room; or was the door always unlocked between clients? If it were the latter, that might have allowed a wide range of time for someone to enter the room.
◦ ◦ ◦
Kelly looked at the bed and her hand extended into view. She patted the comforter. “Is this where you want me tonight, Charlie? You can ravage me and your giant cock will make me beg for more.”
She glanced over at Wolfe. He’d already kicked off his shoes; his pants and underwear were around his ankles. “I want to do you standing up.”
“Mmm, I’d like that.” she purred.
He lifted his leg and lost his balance, falling forward onto the bed cursing. Kelly knelt quietly and assisted him with removing his jeans.
When his pants were off, he snatched them angrily from her and threw them onto the chair in a crumpled heap.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Pause,” I ordered. “Pull up crime scene photos.”
I went over to the kitchen counter and poured myself another cup of coffee. By the time I got back, Andi had the photos laid out in a tile pattern. I scrolled through them until I came to the one I wanted. “Enhance this one.”
I examined the chair with Wolfe’s clothing in it. “Go back to the video.” The video returned. The jeans seemed to be in the same haphazard position. “Go back to photos.”
The evidence collection team’s photos slid past smoothly as
She paused and then said, “Of course. Bringing it up on the dining room wall screen now.”
The apartment didn’t have a dedicated office space and I wasn’t having company over for dinner anytime soon, so the dining room was my office. My “desk” was the table. Notes from both old and current cases covered practically the entire surface. I’d get around to putting them into my personal files one day. For now, I knew exactly where everything was and I could grab what I needed quickly; it looked messy, but it worked for me.
A high-definition image of Wolfe’s face appeared on the wall. He smiled at the robot and his lips moved. “Volume at fifty percent and restart video playback,” I directed while I picked up the pen and pad of paper that always sat on the table for notes.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Hello, my lovely.” Wolfe’s voice was higher than I’d anticipated.
“Hi, Charlie.” Kelly’s voice echoed slightly. I didn’t know if the microphones for sound recognition were in the bot’s ears, which would make sense to me, so I jotted it down to have Andi research. “How was your week?”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, leading the way through the door to the client rooms. “I’m not in the mood for small talk tonight, Kelly. That jackass, Kyle, wiped me out early. Honestly, who throws a poison gas grenade at a satanic rat when we’re all standing five feet away?”
“Kyle did,” Kelly replied.
“Yeah. That dickhead rolled his way to safety. My dice came up with a one and a two. Can you believe that? A one and a two! What are the odds of rolling a one and a two?”
“There is a ninety-eight point six one one one six seven percent chance that you will roll a combination of a one and a two when using two twelve-sided dice. The odds were clearly not in your favor, baby.”
“I know the odds; I had the car calculate them on the way over.” He sounded annoyed as he pulled her along the hallway. “The manager said we’re in room one fifty-two… Is that in the first or second section?”
“Second section. The room is ahead on the right.”
◦ ◦ ◦
The robot trailed behind Wolfe and I recognized the t-shirt he wore. It had been on the chair in the room and looked to be the same design that Mrs. Wolfe wore when I went to the hobby shop the night before. His was decidedly less flattering than his wife’s, plus the wet stains in the armpits and across his back were disgusting.
The door was unlocked when they arrived. I added that to my list of notes. When did the door unlock? Was it when Paxton ran the john’s credit chip, when they got close to the room; or was the door always unlocked between clients? If it were the latter, that might have allowed a wide range of time for someone to enter the room.
◦ ◦ ◦
Kelly looked at the bed and her hand extended into view. She patted the comforter. “Is this where you want me tonight, Charlie? You can ravage me and your giant cock will make me beg for more.”
She glanced over at Wolfe. He’d already kicked off his shoes; his pants and underwear were around his ankles. “I want to do you standing up.”
“Mmm, I’d like that.” she purred.
He lifted his leg and lost his balance, falling forward onto the bed cursing. Kelly knelt quietly and assisted him with removing his jeans.
When his pants were off, he snatched them angrily from her and threw them onto the chair in a crumpled heap.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Pause,” I ordered. “Pull up crime scene photos.”
I went over to the kitchen counter and poured myself another cup of coffee. By the time I got back, Andi had the photos laid out in a tile pattern. I scrolled through them until I came to the one I wanted. “Enhance this one.”
I examined the chair with Wolfe’s clothing in it. “Go back to the video.” The video returned. The jeans seemed to be in the same haphazard position. “Go back to photos.”
The evidence collection team’s photos slid past smoothly as
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