1. Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11


    Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cruelty, Death, Erotica, Horror, Male / Females, Mature, Murder, Rape, Violence, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    what they find. They drive through the gates at 361 and pull into a courtyard. A new Mercedes is parked in the garage. The garage door is open and in the court behind the Mercedes is a Lincoln Towne car, also very new. Mike parks his Mustang convertible and they ring the bell. A maid answers their ring and says the Harrison’s are not receiving company at this time. Mike flashes his I.D. and says its business. From an ascending staircase behind the maid a woman's voice comes, "Show them in, dear." Rita Harrison comes forward to meet them. She's tall even without her dark hair piled high on her head and her makeup is perfect for going out although she's dressed in a revealing robe. It's fairly obvious she doesn't have anything under the robe as she directs them to a library. "And what business have you to discuss with us, handsome." She disregards Trudy's presence, speaking directly to Mike. "Oh, there you are, love. I didn't know you were busy." It’s an older gentleman in a robe who voices these words as he enters the room. Mike glances at him and says, "Mr. Ron Harrison? I was hoping to find you at h..." Rita laughs a brittle laugh cutting him off, "This is not my husband." Trudy speaks up and says, "Of course not. Everyone knows Judge Forester. Good day sir." The judge looks disconcerted and says, "Oh dear!" and leaves the room. Mike says he's sorry for any embarrassment they might have caused and explains who they are. "How was it that you and your husband became ...
    acquainted with the deceased, Mrs. Harrison?" She takes his arm and fondles it as she says, "Rita. You simply must call me Rita. Ronald found Florence through a cab driver friend of his. We needed another female guest for a party. I simply was aghast when I heard what happened to her. Such a waste of such a talented girl. Would you like something to drink? How about you, my dear? Trudy, was it? You're French? You don't look French." "My ex husband was French. I still use his name. Did you know Florence well?" "Hardly. Her life style didn't fit into our circle of friends at all. She lived a very pedestrian life with nobodies, but she was very good at what she did, if you know what I mean?" "No. What was it she did?" "Oh, she entertained men, you know." "She was an entertainer?" "She was a hooker!" "And you hired her in that capacity?" "Sometimes one must overlook the background of those one hires to feed the appetites of one's social associates. It’s very irritable business to have to tend to, but one does what one must. Of course it’s better to tend to business oneself as with the judge there." She smiles as she inclines her head towards the door. "He appreciates the personal touch." Mike speaks up, "So it was your husband who hired Flo for any engagements. He contacted her how?" "I think he had her number after her first visit." "Did she often work for you folks? In particular, did she do any work for you during the week before her death?" "She was here two nights before she died. It ...
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