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them in on the plane .
But at the end of the week they were no farther forward. All three of them met the P . I . in the lobby of the hotel, Raika flushed and excited from a shopping trip.
“H ate to disappoint you folks,” the investigator said as his coffee arrived and the waitress retreated. “All I can find is that Angela Stafford flew in from Charles de Gaulle a couple of months back, right enough. But where she went and what happened after that…I gotta big fat zero. She didn’t book out on any flight, train or coach, so she’s gotta be round here someplace.”
“Suppose she bought a car, or hired one? ” Brian suggested.
“I checked. Nothing registered. But I did find out the name she used when she changed it away from Sophie Suarez, I gotta contact in the UK.”
It had come as something of a shock to Martha to realise that she had no idea what her lover had been called prior to their meeting in Paris.
“She was known as Sophie Crookland,” he went on. “So I went back and double checked everything on that name,”
“And?” Brian leaned forwards hopefully.
“Nothing. Sorry.”
Brian’s face clouded with disappointment and he frowned. Martha saw Raika look concerned, she practically worshipped him.
“Raika, why don’t you go up to the room and change into something you’ve bought. Something that Mr Brian might like,” she suggested.
Raika smiled gratefully at her and set off for the lift with her bags. Her bottom rolled enticingly in her tight little skirt that ended a good four inches above the knee.
The P . I . watched her go with his tongue practically hanging out.
“That is one classy piece of ass!” he breathed and then brought himself back to the business in hand. “I sure hate to charge without being able to help you any more than that, but I gotta make a living.”
He slid an envelope across to Brian who opened it, read it dispassionately, then took out his wallet and counted out some bills . He slipped the bills quickly into the envelope, passed it back and put the room swipecard on it.
“Check it,” he said. “And if you’re happy with what’s in there , go on up and tell her I sent you.”
The man looked into the envelope and m ade a swift calculation before glancing up and smiling at Brian. “Seems fair to me.”
Martha ordered more coffee and they sat back to wait.
“ So what now?” she asked.
Brian shrugged. “Like he said, it seems as if she’s somewhere around; but where?”
“I think we ought to stay and just keep on sniffing about. Trouble is we can’t alert anyone to who we’re looking for.”
“No,” Brian said. “And I just hope he hasn’t stirred anything up and alerted anyone .”
The P . I . returned after half an hour, gave them back the card and thanked Brian profusely. Then his eye lit on Martha and he glanced back at the lift thoughtfully.
“Hey, you don’t mind my asking, but you aren’t anything to do with the arenas are you? Only I heard they’re getting really big over there.”
“Yeah, they are – and, yeah, we are,” Brian told him carefully.
“Only, like I say, I hate not to give good service. Especially since you let me face fuck and lay that little fire cracker you got upstairs. There’s a place out of town that runs ponies – if you know what I mean. Won’t help find your girl of course, but it might make your journey a bit more pleasant. It’s called the Pretty Pony I believe, I can get a number for you if you like .”
Brian shrugged. “Why not? Thanks for the thought.”
Chapter Five
Wilbur was having his usual frugal breakfast at his desk and watching his girls take their usual ration of thirty lashes each on the monitor screens mounted on the wall opposite when one flagged up an incoming call. He took the call and Henry’s rather worried face appeared.
“Mr Floyd, I think we may have a problem, Sir,” he said as soon as he saw Wilbur.
Wilbur put down his orange juice and sat forward,
But at the end of the week they were no farther forward. All three of them met the P . I . in the lobby of the hotel, Raika flushed and excited from a shopping trip.
“H ate to disappoint you folks,” the investigator said as his coffee arrived and the waitress retreated. “All I can find is that Angela Stafford flew in from Charles de Gaulle a couple of months back, right enough. But where she went and what happened after that…I gotta big fat zero. She didn’t book out on any flight, train or coach, so she’s gotta be round here someplace.”
“Suppose she bought a car, or hired one? ” Brian suggested.
“I checked. Nothing registered. But I did find out the name she used when she changed it away from Sophie Suarez, I gotta contact in the UK.”
It had come as something of a shock to Martha to realise that she had no idea what her lover had been called prior to their meeting in Paris.
“She was known as Sophie Crookland,” he went on. “So I went back and double checked everything on that name,”
“And?” Brian leaned forwards hopefully.
“Nothing. Sorry.”
Brian’s face clouded with disappointment and he frowned. Martha saw Raika look concerned, she practically worshipped him.
“Raika, why don’t you go up to the room and change into something you’ve bought. Something that Mr Brian might like,” she suggested.
Raika smiled gratefully at her and set off for the lift with her bags. Her bottom rolled enticingly in her tight little skirt that ended a good four inches above the knee.
The P . I . watched her go with his tongue practically hanging out.
“That is one classy piece of ass!” he breathed and then brought himself back to the business in hand. “I sure hate to charge without being able to help you any more than that, but I gotta make a living.”
He slid an envelope across to Brian who opened it, read it dispassionately, then took out his wallet and counted out some bills . He slipped the bills quickly into the envelope, passed it back and put the room swipecard on it.
“Check it,” he said. “And if you’re happy with what’s in there , go on up and tell her I sent you.”
The man looked into the envelope and m ade a swift calculation before glancing up and smiling at Brian. “Seems fair to me.”
Martha ordered more coffee and they sat back to wait.
“ So what now?” she asked.
Brian shrugged. “Like he said, it seems as if she’s somewhere around; but where?”
“I think we ought to stay and just keep on sniffing about. Trouble is we can’t alert anyone to who we’re looking for.”
“No,” Brian said. “And I just hope he hasn’t stirred anything up and alerted anyone .”
The P . I . returned after half an hour, gave them back the card and thanked Brian profusely. Then his eye lit on Martha and he glanced back at the lift thoughtfully.
“Hey, you don’t mind my asking, but you aren’t anything to do with the arenas are you? Only I heard they’re getting really big over there.”
“Yeah, they are – and, yeah, we are,” Brian told him carefully.
“Only, like I say, I hate not to give good service. Especially since you let me face fuck and lay that little fire cracker you got upstairs. There’s a place out of town that runs ponies – if you know what I mean. Won’t help find your girl of course, but it might make your journey a bit more pleasant. It’s called the Pretty Pony I believe, I can get a number for you if you like .”
Brian shrugged. “Why not? Thanks for the thought.”
Chapter Five
Wilbur was having his usual frugal breakfast at his desk and watching his girls take their usual ration of thirty lashes each on the monitor screens mounted on the wall opposite when one flagged up an incoming call. He took the call and Henry’s rather worried face appeared.
“Mr Floyd, I think we may have a problem, Sir,” he said as soon as he saw Wilbur.
Wilbur put down his orange juice and sat forward,
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