European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... snippet prompted Daniel to continue. One point was intriguing. The man recognised three of the women missing over the last few years, each time saying the same bartender and friend spoke to them. But after so many drinks, Daniel saw he would get nothing more. It was time to see what the bar staff could tell him. Thanking the man and leaving change to pay for the drinks, he headed for the bar. Behind the bar, the same short haired girl of the previous night watched the haggard detective approach. She had seen plenty of police officers down on their luck, drinking then making horrible leers and comments. She knew she had to take some customer abuse but when it came from those in authority it was worse. Still, she knew her job and as he came over she stopped drying the glass. “Can I help you, Sir?” she said with a professional smile. “Good evening, Miss,” the detective said, trying not to sound intoxicated, “as a matter of fact you can. I was wondering if I might have a few moments of your time?” The woman sighed before answering, knowing that since barely anybody was in the bar she could hardly claim to be busy. And men like this gave her most of her tips so it paid to be pleasant. “Of course,” she smiled. “Oh thank you,” Daniel was surprised she gave him any time at all, “I’d like to know if you knew anything about these three missing English girls?” The pretty girl’s eyes widened and she looked around uneasily. She had hoped the man had moved on from last night’s subject ...

... but clearly not. After going home she had thought about the girls while struggling to sleep. The more she thought the more she was convinced she had seen them and the more she realised how suspicious it was. She remembered them being taken outside too drunk to stand, by a guy she worked with and his friend. He’d started about eighteen months ago, seemingly out of nowhere and gave her the creeps. But what really worried her was that after taking them out, not unusual in itself, he hadn’t come back. After checking nervously, she leant over the bar. “Yes,” she said, “I think I do.” “Ok,” the detective said softly, “tell me everything you can.” Taking out his notebook and pen, his excitement was so great he had to stop himself from shaking but he tried to remain calm, the girl’s nervousness very clear. The testimony of some old drunk helped but his superiors would ridicule it. This was far more believable and for the first time he might actually be taken seriously. As she nervously looked from side to side, he prepared to write. “Well,” she began, “I’m not 100% sure.” “That’s OK,” he said, desperate for any information, “Any information could help find these girls.” Encouraged, the girl told him what she knew. When he showed her pictures of other missing women, amazingly she recognised some and talked further. But soon she stopped. “I’m sorry,” she said hurriedly, “I have to close up now.” “Ok,” he said, “but write down your contact details so we can be in touch if we need more ...