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made her way back to her attentive gang of male submissives.  Jax was still in his seat, with the same three subs kneeling on pillows in front of him.  They met each other’s gaze and Connor knew immediately that his best friend had some information.  They would play the evening out and debrief one another later.  Connor switched his attention to the Dom wielding the flogger.
    The leather strands of the purple implement glided through the air.  They rained down over the submissive ’s curved ass, which was a lovely shade of pink.  Connor knew the duo.  Flint and Shelley.  She was his permanent submissive and they usually played here once a month.  Shelley was bound to the St. Andrew’s cross with her brown hair in a French braid, pulled over her shoulder to expose her back.  He could see a glistening layer of sweat on her skin as well as the dripping moisture on her inner thighs when she gyrated her hips.  Shelley was enjoying herself immensely.
    “Kyle,” Connor said, trying to garner the other Dom’s attention.   Something wasn’t adding up with his previous ginger statement.  “That’s Shelley.  She’s always been a brunette, not a redhead.”
    “I wasn’ t referring to Shelley,” Kyle said, not taking his attention away from the scene.  “I was talking about Lauren Bailey, the owner of Incandesce.  She’s one hot little ginger, if you know what I mean.”
    Connor nodded, thinking over what he’d learned this evening.  The police were just gathering evidence against Terry at this point.  If Terry had purchased the type of rope used to tie up Marilyn, that was just a nail in his coffin.  It was obvious from the statements that Kyle, Russell, and Bev contributed to their theory that Terry was a jealous husband who resented that his wife was playing with other men. 
    Tomorrow was Sunday, but Connor would make a trip to Incandesce and browse their inventory.  If this Lauren Bailey was there, then the better it was for him to throw a few questions her way.  They needed access to her client list, so Connor made a mental note to have Taryn hack into the store’s computer system.  The police would have it by tomorrow anyway.  He wondered what the other team members were turning up in their search for Marilyn’s murder.  The twenty-four hour mark was approaching and so far, they had nothing substantial.

Chapter Three
     
    Lauren stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the vast amount of deliveries that had arrived yesterday.  It was Sunday morning and the last thing she wanted to do was unpack, categorize, and restock all of the various implements within, because the precious jewels alone would take her the rest of the day.  Each cut had a pile of paperwork describing the stones’ quantity, condition, and quality.  Hanging her head, she recognized that she was just plain old tired.  All she did was work, and lately she’d been restless and not sleeping.  A visit to her sister’s place in Florida was starting to look good by comparison.
    The bell rang above the door in the shop and she was grateful for the distraction.  Lauren had spent the last hour debating with the police in regards to giving out her client list until the warrant they’d produced had left her no ability to refuse them.  A murder had taken place a couple of night ago.  Due to her connection with the BDSM community, they apparently thought the murderer had purchased some items from her.  She had arrived at the tipping point where her online business was enough to support her.  Leaving this city was starting to sound better and better.
    Walking through the makeshift curtain, Lauren scanned the shop to see a man in his mid-thirties.  He was idly tracing his finger along the outline of each of the clit clamps that were lined up in a display case sitting on the glass countertop.  They were her standard base models that were undecorated — a blank canvas if you will.  A part of her didn’t want the