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guests, I can and will get the police and some news crews here, asking your ‘patrons’ if they knew that a woman, the wife of a very important and wealthy man, seemingly vanished off the face of the earth, from RIGHT HERE. How would that be? ” he asked, letting the question hang. Then, snapping his fingers, said, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot…I also managed to snap some very interesting photos of some important people, doing some very naughty things here. Involves lots of leather, some whips and gags, hell, maybe even a Collie and a treadmill here and there. All I know is, it was so nasty my mind has blocked it out. But my camera remembers, of that you can be certain. And you DO know pimping is a big no no, don‘t you?” he finished, praying the bluff would work.

Suddenly paling, her eyes grew wide. Her business was built on privacy and anonymity for her customers, in order to live out their darkest fantasies without fear of being exposed. If just one rumor got out, she could lose a very profitable business, and she wasn’t planning on going to jail anytime soon. “May…maybe I can check the computer. What was the name again?” she asked, suddenly eager to oblige and be rid of the fly in the ointment.

“Cassandra Mortenson. Although it’s possible she could have registered under the name Cassandra Ames.” he said, relieved that his ploy had worked.

Something about the name sounded vaguely familiar to her, but at the moment she was too rattled to place it. Her long red nails moved quickly over the keyboard, and moments later she spotted the name. “Ok, you’re right, the woman was here alright. She had booked one of our best suites, one for customers who prefer more privacy than the average patron. People who…we shall say…. desire the more intense experiences we can offer here.” she finished, and then looked at him with a wicked smile that looked more like a snarl.

Freak ! He thought.

Continuing, she told him about the room. “There’s a private entrance that’s separate from the rest of our normal guests. She had booked the suite for two weeks, but stayed only one night. It’s six thousand a night, and non-refundable.” she said, trying to pitch the room, but his disinterest was clear. Well, he probably couldn’t afford it anyway.. She thought sourly as she returned her gaze to the computer screen.

Absorbing the information, he stood silently, contemplating his next move.

“Hey, wait a minute, there‘s something else here… ”she said, interrupting his thoughts. “There’s a comment that was left by … a former manager here, it seems personal items of hers had been left behind. They were requested to be packed and shipped to an address in ….Windsor Virginia. I‘ll print up the list of things that were shipped, I guess he was being thorough, and wanted proof, in case she claimed it was never sent.” she explained, then pressed the command key to print up the information.

Feeling the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, he knew something was very wrong. He knew women very well, and very few of them, especially wealthy ones, ever left anything behind unless they had no choice. “I’ll need that manager’s contact information also.” he said, still disturbed, yet pleased that he would have something positive for a change to report back to Granger Mortenson. He knew finding this woman would mean a huge bonus. A ‘go out and pay cash for brand new Corvette’ sized bonus, at that.

“I can give you the information, but it won’t do you any good. Around the same time, he was killed in a botched carjacking. He was found on a country road, stabbed multiple times. I tell you, drugs make people do horrible things. His murder is still unsolved.”

But he didn’t need to hear more. He would bet his last dime that the death of the ’manager’ had something to do with Cassandra Mortenson’s disappearance.

“Will that be all…?” she asked hopefully.

Nodding his