The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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My scribblings are interrupted by a knock on my cabin door. I write one word out of each of the remaining action items to remind myself later and flip over to a fresh page before answering the door and inviting the spa manager, Jason Merullo, to sit on the opposite couch.
I position him deliberately with his back to the open space leading to the bedroom, while I have my back to a wall. I want him to be uncomfortable. Thatβs probably petty of me, but Iβm still annoyed at him for ruining Cocksucking Class for Emily.
He looked surprised when I answered the door and, from his frown, heβs putting two and two together and getting a number he doesnβt like. He decides on arrogance as a response, which is never a good decision when faced with your employerβs private investigator.
Leaning back into the couch, he puts his right ankle over his left knee and says, βHowβs your mouthy sub?β
βAs sweet and compliant as she was when I left her in your care,β I respond. βIs disruption the fault of the student who speaks out of turn, or the teacher who fails to engage and control the class? Iβve always thought it was the latter. But thatβs not why weβre here.β I tap up the picture of Black that I have on my laptop and turn it around so Merullo can see it. βThis is Bill Black. He was on the last sunset cruise. Do you remember him?β
His eyes flicker before he shakes his head.
βFrom the bills, he had a massage every sea day. Doesnβt ring any bells?β
βI see six to ten guests a day and teach two classes of between ten and thirty people on sea days. Sorry, I donβt remember every face.β
Liar. Iβve done the math. The Swedish massages are ninety minutes long. Black had seven in total, all done by Merullo. Does he really want me to believe he spent ten and half hours in Blackβs company less than three weeks ago and doesnβt remember the man at all? Black spent almost the same amount of time with Merullo that he did with Rod McCall and McCall certainly remembered Black in great detail.
I call bullshit.
βFrom his bills, it looks like he had Swedish massages. Can you tell me what a Swedish massage entails?β
βItβs what most people think of as a βclassicβ massage. Itβs primarily for relaxation. If the guy had one every sea day, he must have been under a lot of stress.β
Thatβs consistent at least.
βIβve had a few massages. Thai, mostly,β I tell him. Iβve had a lot of massages, actually. Hard not to when you live in a massage parlor for six months. βSometimes thereβs a lot of talking. Sometimes thereβs none. Whatβs your style?β
Merullo shifts on the couch. He can see the trap coming. βItβs like topping. Iβm whatever the guest needs me to be. If they want to talk, we talk. If they want meditative silence, Iβm silent.β
Interesting that heβs just described service topping.
βNo memory of whether Black wanted to talk or remain silent?β
Another eye flicker. βSorry, I donβt remember the guy.β
βAny kinky element to your massages?β
I already know there is and that from the amount Black paid, he got βextrasβ at least twice. Or he tipped really fucking well.
βThere can be. Do you want a copy of the spa services menu?β
βNope, just tell me about them.β
βI offer bondage, cupping, and electrical play. Most guests like bondage with Swedish.β
I make a couple of notes, more for the show of it than anything, since heβs not telling me anything I donβt know. βSo, youβre topping the guests as well as rubbing them. And you do it six to ten times a day. Isnβt that a little tiring?β
He sneers. βI love it. Best energy in the universe.β
Topping is a great high but Iβm not sure I could do it six to ten times a day. Iβll give the bastard points for stamina.
βFrom the billing records, you topped Black twice. You spent over ten hours in total with the guy. No memory at all?β
βYou got any other pictures of him? Maybe thatβll spark something.β
Sure, I can play that game. I turn the laptop around, open the file I have on Black, and pull up his guest ID picture. Itβs slightly less flattering than the picture on his company website but thereβs not a lot of difference. I enlarge the picture and turn my computer back around so Merullo can see it.
βI donβt know. Maybe. I donβt remember anything specific.β
Another eye flicker; another lie.
βHow about some others?β I turn the laptop back around, open another file, and pull up the guest ID pictures for the other four victims before showing them to Merullo. βRecognize any of these guests?β
The eye flickering would make a porn star proud.
βCanβt really say I do. That guy looks kind of familiar.β He points to the picture of Kam-Magruder.
I tap up Kam-Magruderβs spa bill, the one I was looking at earlier. βHe had four massages. Swedish with extras.β
βSounds right. I think he came to a couple of classes, too. Thatβs why I remember him.β
Sure, being part of a class of thirty people would make Kam-Magruder memorable. Who does Merullo think heβs kidding?
βWhat do you remember about him?β I ask.
βI think we talked about tennis.β A muscle knots in his jaw. Thatβs not all they talked about. βWhatβs he got to do with Bill Black?β
Merulloβs remembered Blackβs first name, which Iβve only given him once. For someone who canβt remember faces, heβs not having any trouble with names.
I make a few bogus notes, stretching out the moment to let the tension build before I hit him with it. βAll five of these guests complained of symptoms similar to food poisoning. Black died. Iβm
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