What's Your Case, Doll?

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March 21st, journal entry number 45. It was 1945 when I met her. It was raining just like today.

There is always something about the city on days like these, where the rain never stops tapping on your window like an ex-lover and the smell of coffee becomes your alcohol. But that's a different story. Truth is, the rain brings good stories, and this one's a doozy.

I met this girl while I was working on a case. This case in particular is one I'm still trying to crack. Story of a billionaire that got iced.

Robert Petroski was his name. He was known for his business in the jewelry industry. He was murdered a week ago, stabbed in the heart with a butcher knife the size of my arm, found in his mansion across town.

Can't really say I feel sorry for the guy, must have had it coming. Apparently the man was known for beating on his wives and drinking too much. He had a wife.

She was the fourth one. Apparently she ran away and took all of her things with her. She wasn't there when her husband's body was found.

My guess is that she did the deed, but it's hard to pin it on the woman if you can't find her. Word is she booked a flight, stole her husband's diamonds, and left the state. No one's seen her since.

I was working on this case on one rainy night at a bar last week when the woman who currently occupies my mind walked in. She came out of nowhere. Like a thought in the middle of a boring conversation.

A distraction, I guess. But I paid her no mind and she noticed me ignoring her. This was the type of day you just couldn't ignore.

As she walked over, every john in the place was locked onto her like a tracking missile. She hid her face under a low brim hat as she ordered a martini. She was poised and protective, yet sensual.

When I turned, we locked eyes at the same time. Despite the hat and the darkness of the bar, I could see her eyes. They were so bright and clear, filled with the sharpness of a cat.

But they also seemed sad, like she was guarding something broken. It was like an electric shock struck me right at the moment our eyes locked. And then she smiled, her red lips curled into one of mischief and trouble.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wet as hard as a rock. I wanted to speak to her, but my mouth was full of cotton. Usually I'm not too taken aback by dames, but this one… She was something else.

When she left, she took my words with her. She left with fire on her heels and her glass half-empty. When I went home, she haunted my dreams.

I was completely enthralled by her memory, and I couldn't understand why. I thought I'd never see her again. Until today.

Yes? Oh, hey Barbara. Is my twelve o'clock here? He cancelled, huh? Not surprising.

A new appointment? Who? Hmm, she doesn't sound familiar.

Whatever, send her in. I need to take a break from this damn billionaire murder case. Something tells me it'll go cold.

Yes? Come in. Well, hello there.

You didn't sign up for an appointment, did you? Forgive me if I forgot. This week has been packed with appointments.

No? That's strange. Well then.

Step into my office, ma'am. I apologize for the clutter. The janitor did most of the polish work on the floor, but I'm lacking when it comes to cleanliness, I'm afraid.

Well, thank you. The beauty point of this office is my impressive book collection. I'm a bit of a bookworm in case you couldn't tell.

Alright then. Let's cut to the chase. Take a seat, and don't let your dress ride up on your way down.

Hey, sorry for noticing. But can you blame a guy? That really is some dress you got on there, miss.

Red is truly your color. And your hair is the perfect shade of black. Almost like it isn't real.

And those diamond earrings really bring out your eyes. You're welcome. So, you're here.

Which means you know about me and what I do. So, let's talk. Alright, so why exactly are you here today? You knew Robert Pachoski, eh? Well, who didn't? You were a friend of his.

So you are aware of his murder, correct? Yes. Let me ask you this, ma'am.

Where were you when Mr. Pachoski was murdered? He had just come home from a party.

So, I'm curious to see if you were there. Oh, you were? Did you notice anything suspicious, maybe? Like anyone giving Pachoski's ship the eyes? Maybe someone following him and his wife around? A man in a dark coat, hm? So, you saw him at the party following Pachoski and his wife.

Did you say anything to them? No. Are there any other details you can give me other than the fact that he was in a dark coat? Maybe what he looked like? His height, size, anything? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. So, where did you go after the party? And why didn't you warn Pachoski about this suspicious character? And why did it take you a week to come in here and tell me all this? Hm.

You were scared, huh? Well, you certainly seem scared now. Not because of this man in a dark coat you speak of.

But because I've uncovered your shit story. Let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't know you and you don't know me.

But Al wasn't born yesterday, alright? I've been doing this dance with chickens just like you for a long, long time. And this is why I'm such a well-known detective.

People come to me when they want shit done. But one thing you need to know about me, sweetheart, is that I know how to sniff out a shitty story. And yours belongs in the fucking toilet, missy.

So, you wanna hear my story? You can shake your head all you want, honey. But I'm still gonna tell you.

You were at the same party as Pachoski. But there was no man in a dark coat. There were no shifty eyes or stalking.

You made it all up to hide your true story. And you wanna know what I think? I think you know exactly who killed your friend.

You know who stabbed him to death, stole his diamonds. And then took off with his things before the cops could snag him. And you know who was in that bar all those nights ago when I was working on this case.

The night she ordered that martini with three olives. The night we locked eyes. It was a message.

I know it was. You wanna know why? Because it's you.

Drop the act. You're Pachoski's wife. You're the one who killed him.

You're the girl who was at the bar the night I got in the case. The one who sent me that drink. And you have the nerve to come in here in that awful wig.

Wearing your dead husband's diamonds. Oh, you wanna play dumb, huh? Then don't mind if I get up.

Come around the back of your chair. Just take a look at that black hair. Oh, you wanna get snappy, huh? Such pride for a murderer.

Fine. Then you take it off. Let me see you.

I knew it. You were wearing a wig. You weren't wearing it the first time we met.

You wore a hat over your eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Those eyes that are hiding something.

Give me a good reason why I shouldn't arrest your ass right now for murder and giving false information to a detective. I've got the cuffs right under my jaw, woman. Don't try me.

And those tears aren't gonna do you much either. Just like that dress. What? You think I was just born yesterday? You come in here in those nylon stockings and that tight little red dress that dips low enough to see the curve of those breasts.

And you expect me not to think you're up to something? I've been around the block before. Don't doubt me.

So you ready to tell me the truth now, sweetheart? No words, eh? Jesus, stop crying already.

Here, take a tissue. Wait, what are you doing? Oh, damn, girl.

What the hell gave you that black eye and that bruise on your neck? Looks like someone might have choked you out. Did one of Petroski's friends get to you or something? Petroski did this? Okay, now you have to explain this to me.

And no more lying, or it's the slammer for you. Oh, hey, hey, hey. Stop crying, alright? It's just part of the job.

Come on, girl, please. I don't do well with confronted folks. Just take a breath and tell me what happened.

Okay. Go ahead, tell me everything. I see.

So the bastard was beating on you and you didn't tell anyone because he threatened to leave you penniless. The night of the party, you found out he was cheating on you. And the moment you both left, you packed up to leave.

He was drunk and already at his boiling point from too much booze. So he grew violent on you. That explains the bruises.

He tried to choke you, so you grabbed the knife and stabbed him. When you realized he was dead, you panicked, packed your things, stole his diamonds, and left the scene. The night we met, you were at that bar because you knew I'd be there.

But your story still doesn't explain why you sent me that drink and how you knew I'd be there in the first place. Oh, you've been watching me, eh? You planning to kill me too? You want me to help you? Look, toots, I appreciate the honesty and I'm sorry your husband was a violent asshole.

But we're talking about murder here. I can't just help you. Just who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Just kissing me like that out of nowhere? Is this your way of asking for my help? What's in it for me? You heard me.

And no, I don't want money or your deadbeat husband's diamonds. I just want to help you. And no, I don't want money or your deadbeat husband's diamonds.

I want something else from you. Something I know you can give. Something that I should have taken the night we locked eyes at the bar.

Something that's just underneath this sinful dress of yours. I know what you really want from me. And I want to give it to you.

But you need to do everything that I say. Understand? I said, do you understand? Good girl.

Now give me those fucking lips. Get that red lipstick all over my fucking mouth. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. You like me holding you close like this? Yeah.

You feel my body pressing up against yours? You want to touch it, don't you? Uh-uh.

No, no. Not yet, doll. Don't be greedy.

You want this body and this cock? Then you need to do something for me. First, go unlock my door.

That's more like it, sweetie. Now. Now.

I'm gonna hit this record player here. Take a seat. Now I want you to strip for me.

I want you to move that luscious body and slide your clothes off until you reach those nylons and those heels. Got it? Good girl.

That's it. Dance for me, lady. Dance for me as you unzip that dress and let it fall to the floor.

Mmm. Fuck. Why the hell are you so damn gorgeous? Don't mind me, doll.

I'm just making myself comfortable. These trousers have become quite comfortable on my hard cock, unfortunately. Mmm.

You like this. You like watching me stroke my shaft while I watch you move for me. So far, you're doing quite well with making me change my mind about arresting you.

You've got some skills. But unfortunately, you're gonna have to work a little bit harder. Speaking of hard.

Mmm. Baby. I'm so hard that I could fuck a hole in the wall.

Why don't you come take care of it for me? Mmm. That's it.

Get on your knees right in front of me. Go ahead and kiss it. Smear that red lipstick all over the head.

Make that dick yours. You know what to do with it. So go ahead and do it.

And don't disappoint me. Mmm. Mmm.

Yeah. Just do it. Just.

.. Oh. Oh.

Mmm. Mmm. Oh, wow.

Mmm. Oh. Oh.

Oh, fuck. You really know how to work that tongue, don't you, pretty girl? Mmm.

At this rate, I'll forget all about the fact you're the prime suspect in a criminal case. Oh. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Look up at me. Let me see those eyes while you swallow that dick.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

That's it. You don't like this cock in your face.