Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse - Sex Stories

Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse

... formulated a strategy of looking in the corners, looking at what they were not seeing, identifying opportunities others were missing. The Bixham project is an example. Everyone knew she would never sell, and only when she died would the property come on the market. There were many such obscure opportunities. So let us try to do what others are not doing. Intuition is one approach. Elizabeth, what do you think?"

"Terry said it, Stan. Sometimes logic is not the answer. Or perhaps I should say the hidden logic is a better answer. The story with Sondra should perhaps point the way. She was checked out in a dozen different ways, and all the leads were missed. So we need to answer: What did they miss? How did they miss it. Why did they not find it?"

Jenny sat forward, hesitated, then asked: "Stan, I think what they are saying is right. You know that, in military terms, there is the concept of the indirect approach as opposed to the frontal attack, which is what we have been using. Our approach has been a digital one, maybe we should be designing an analog one?"

Stan sucked in air, looked at the ceiling, then at his wife. "Touched a trigger there, my sweet. Hang on, let me think. Someone, somewhere, did develop an analog database. It was supposed to develop this network of relations, contacts, so that in the end you would know who had contacts with a suspect and be able to visualise this. Hmmm, I will have to dredge this up, don't know what they had done ...

... since."

Elizabeth smiled and got up. "You guys are tired from travelling. I need to give Terry a hot shower, a good massage and some real loving. Let's talk about this tomorrow."

Jenny smiled. "I like the idea of the massage. Stan, she showed me some tricks you are going to love. Come here, my man!"

***

Elizabeth's eyes were red-rimmed, but her face was triumphant. Stan asked: "So what did you want to show me?"

She shook her head. "Wait till Terry and Jenny get here."

The four of them crowded around her screen. She tapped a list of items, and a network appeared, grew as she tapped them. "All these are tentative points of reference. So let me start here, where the lowest point on the tree is: Sondra. She studied in LA, we knew that. She used to frequent a number of night clubs, again well-known facts. I pulled up the files by people who had been digging into her student years, and all is above board, except that she suddenly stopped clubbing. No other changes, her grades did not improve, so I think she did not concentrate on her studies. Then there were some notes, diary pages she had left in a box, probably forgotten, with her mother. And there are complimentary cards from an extreme BDSM club, long since closed. On one of the cards is written: Compliments of André."

"I directed, through your network, Stan, someone to dig up the records of the club. Sondra was paid for performances there. Not much, only a few times."

She waved a hand and continued. "Now follow with me. ...