Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11

... was a very lucrative night for her. She entertained two gentlemen during the course of the evening and I don't think either of them were aware of the other. She was very talented. We will miss her." When Trudy and Mike are back in the car and leaving the grounds, Trudy says, "I wonder if she told Jay she was here two nights before her death? Maybe she was holding out on him and he did kill her." "My own thoughts exactly." "Are you going to take her up on her offer? I heard her invite you back as soon as you get rid of me." "She didn't put it in those terms, but that's essentially what she meant. No, I don't think so." They arrive at The Gardens at five after two. Mike raps on the side door and Meloney lets them in. "Your just in time. Caramel and Stacy have just come in ahead of you. Manuel and his son should be here any minute." She leads them to an area the other side of the bar where there is a changing room. "Which one do you want to see first?" "I'll speak with Stacy and my associate, Trudy Garneau, will go in with you and speak with Caramel." He turns to Trudy and says, "Check for lockers and look around, got it?" She winks and says, "Leave it to me, boss." The ladies go into the change room and Mike looks around the pub. In a moment Meloney reappears with a young dark skinned girl. Mike judges her to be Arabic or Egyptian. She appears to still be in her teens. Mike looks questioningly at Meloney and she smiles as she says, "She's legal. Stacy is twenty-one, although ...

... I know she doesn't look it. Stacy, This is Mike. He's the private investigator I was telling you about. Help him if you can, eh?" "I want to help catch the animal who did that bad thing. What can I do?" "Just answer some questions for me. How well did you know Flo?" "I liked Florence. She always had time to listen to my problems, even though she had so many of her own. We were friends." "You knew she was a prostitute?" "She never told me, but I guessed. It didn't matter. She was a lonely person a long way from her home in southern Ontario and needed friends. She also cared for others." "Did you ever see her using drugs?" "Definitely not! She was death on drugs. She said that they were the worst part of today's society. Part of what drove her husband to beat her was alcohol. She would have nothing to do with drugs." "Did she tell you who she was planning to meet on that fatal night?" "No. She seemed to be happy that she had a date but was very quiet about who it was with. I don't think it was a customer... a paying customer, a Johnny. You know what I mean?" "Yes. Why don't you think it was?" "She was too happy. It was like she was going to meet an old boy friend or someone like that." "Do you think she could have been happy because she was going to try something new that night?" "What do you mean?" "It's been said that she was likely participating in an activity called Fantasy Sex. That's why she would go to that remote location and allow herself to be tied willingly. Do you ...