A Banquet of Consequences: A Lynley Novel by Elizabeth George

Author:Elizabeth George [George, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, British Detectives, Police Procedurals, Private Investigators, Traditional Detectives
Amazon: B00L9B7CGE
Publisher: Viking
Published: 2015-10-27T05:00:00+00:00

SHAFTESBURY

DORSET

Barbara saw in short order that Winston had found a website Clare Abbott had ostensibly accessed, and it was directly in line with the questionnaires in her desk. It was also in line with the book proposal that Barbara had found in Rory Statham’s flat. This seemed to negate what Caroline was asserting about the absence of a new Clare Abbott project.

The website in question was called Just4Fun, and unsurprisingly one used it to find married adults willing to meet for extracurricular sex with no strings attached. It was a simple matter to find someone in your immediate vicinity with whom you might have a decent go, apparently, as the site was set up by region and within the region one could even choose the desired city or town, possibly with the wish to engage in the sexual act with a fellow supporter of one’s football team, Barbara reckoned.

Pictures were not included, she saw, and for obvious reasons. One would hardly wish to advertise one’s infidelity to a curious public who might stumble on the site for a bit of ooh-la-la. The chances of an associate or—worse—one’s life partner also stumbling upon the site were far too great, she reckoned. One would wish to be at least moderately clever. She assumed no one used his or her real name either.

Winston was standing in the doorway as she looked the site over. He was casually blocking Caroline Goldacre’s access route to liberty should she decide to seek it. She didn’t seem bent on going anywhere, however. Instead she said, “What’s going on? Whose laptop is that? Clare’s? What’ve you got onto? Her email? How did you do it?”

“She had it set so it ’members all her passwords to ever’thing,” Nkata told her. “Dead thick to do that but people get lazy with their own PCs. Anyone with access could see wherever she’d been.”

Barbara looked up, as the penny certainly dropped with that remark. She was about to speak when Caroline said, “Are you accusing me . . . ? What is it exactly that you’re accusing me of, Sergeant?”

Barbara continued to click through the website, looking at the various adverts regarding who wanted what from whom and where and how. Some of them were bloody imaginative, she thought. It was sodding incredible what people could manage to do with their body parts and a decent amount of flexibility.

“ . . . having sex round Dorset, Hampshire, and Somerset,” Nkata was saying to Caroline. “How much ‘bout this d’you know?”

Caroline appeared to be taking this in at some considerable length. She stared at Nkata, and for that matter, so did Barbara as she realised what Nkata was declaring, having apparently done his homework with regard to Clare’s use of the site. A vein beat energetically in Caroline’s temple. She said, “You seem to be telling me that Clare Abbott was meeting strangers for sex.”

“I’m telling you someone was trolling for men and meeting ’em,” Nkata corrected her. “Clare Abbott? P’rhaps. But could be someone else was using this laptop to do it.

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