Murder on the Orion Express by Nate Streeper

Author:Nate Streeper [Streeper, Nate]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Listic Publishing
Published: 2017-09-22T04:00:00+00:00

9

Tied Up

According to Dave’s sketch, Bliss and John Smith’s room was past the mess hall—closer to mine and Alice’s than either Bertle’s or Mannigan’s, but on the opposite side of the cargo bay. We approached cautiously. Alice was getting good at shadowing me. I went up against the wall, right next to the door—my modus operandi for entering any room on this bass ackwards ship—and slid Dave’s vibroknuckles onto my left hand. Here’s to hoping their door was unlocked.

I flung around and swung the door to the side. What I saw was either an intense interrogation session or bondage sex play. And quite honestly, at this point, I had no fucking idea.

Bliss was tied up and sitting on the toilet in the bathroom nook in the corner. Her red dress was torn in a few places. Her body slumped forward, but she was otherwise held up by a rope that tied her arms to the shower pipe behind her. Black mascara ran down her cheek, mingling with the silver face tattoo that decorated her left jawline. It took me a moment to assess that she was unconscious. It took me another moment to remember that she was a sexdoll, so unconscious was probably an inappropriate term. Someone had ejected her ORB from her right eye socket. She was effectively offline.

I poked my head further through the door and glanced left and right. Nobody. I walked in, signaled Alice to follow me.

“Smells in here,” she said, waving her hand in front of her face. “Wait, what the...” she noticed the doll and blushed, but couldn’t take her eyes off her. “So that John Smith guy’s a kinky shit.”

I walked up to Bliss, removed my vibroknuckles and put them on the game table, took my ORB out of my pocket and tossed her in the air. “Listic, On.”

She hung there and lit up. “What’s up, boss?” She did a 360 to take in the scene, and noticed Bliss. “Whoa! Alan! Hold the subphone, you found your lady love!” She paused for a moment, looked Bliss up and down, realizing her prone state. “And you’ve been... busy?”

“Listic, run a diagnostic. How long ago did this happen? Can you tell from any bruises or prints who may have done this?”

She matched her eye to mine. “You mean... you didn’t do this?”

“No.”

“I assumed you did this.”

“No.” Her intuition chip was acting up again. “Listic, I didn’t do this. Do a diagnostic, tell me who did.”

She turned back toward Bliss and scanned her. “You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. I shouldn’t have assumed. It was wrong of me to assume.”

“I mean, I know it’s just a doll,” Alice said as she sat down on the far bed, “but seriously, this is kinda whacked.” She stared at Bliss while Listic zipped about the doll, acquiring data. “I mean, don’t you think this is kind of whacked?”

“If I learned anything while I was in GalactiCop, it’s that everybody’s kind of whacked. As long as no one’s getting hurt, or being forced to do something they don’t want to do, I try not to judge.

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