The Girl in the Motel by Chris Culver

Author:Chris Culver [Culver, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chris Culver

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Sherlock waved and smiled for the cameras, but inside he seethed. No matter what Christopher said to her, he had been reckless to hold a private meeting with Detective Court. Worse, it was pointless. They gained nothing by talking to her, and they risked revealing something important. This was the problem when working with morons: They did stupid things.

Christopher smiled at everyone and shook a bunch of hands. He even tried to take an interview from a reporter. That wasn’t happening. Sherlock might not have been able to prevent him from meeting with Detective Court, but no way in hell would he let him talk to a reporter on his own. If Christopher wanted a nationwide audience, Sherlock would arrange it. He’d handpick the interviewer, he’d specify the questions she could ask, he’d negotiate payment, and he’d control the situation.

For the time being, Christopher wasn’t just a client: He was an asset Sherlock had to protect—and exploit.

Sherlock put a hand on Christopher’s back and led him toward the limousine he had hired for the day. The vehicle and driver had cost almost a thousand dollars, but it was a necessary expense. He and Christopher had business to discuss, and the limo gave them privacy and comfort a regular car couldn’t provide. When they reached the vehicle, Sherlock opened the rear door and pushed his client inside before he could do something else stupid on live television.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Christopher. “I was having a good time. I thought we could get a corn dog. There’s a spring fair going on if you didn’t notice.”

“I noticed,” said Sherlock, sitting beside his client and pulling the limo’s heavy door shut behind him. He looked at the driver. “Take us to the Wayfair Motel. We passed it on the way into town.”

As soon as the driver nodded and pulled away from the curb, Sherlock hit a button to close the glass partition that separated the front from the rear of the vehicle. Then he stared at his client.

“You wanted to move to St. Augustine, you wanted to see Sheriff Kosen, and you wanted to get your face on TV. None of that was a good idea, but you insisted,” he said, locking his gaze on Christopher’s. “Talking to Detective Court wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Relax,” said Christopher, straightening his shirt. “Nothing happened. I wanted to make sure she remembered me.”

“Did she?” asked Sherlock.

“Oh, yeah,” said Christopher, laughing. “That little bitch is terrified of me.”

Somehow Sherlock doubted that. He hadn’t seen fear in her eyes; she had been angry.

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing,” said Christopher. Sherlock stared at him without blinking until the other man sighed. “I asked how she was doing. I wanted to gauge whether she was a threat. She’s not. She’s nothing. She almost pissed herself when she saw me. I could have ripped off her clothes and fucked her right there on that conference room table, and she wouldn’t have told nobody.”

“She wouldn’t have told anybody,” said Sherlock, wiping his eyes.

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