Detective Jones looked at the photo and then back up and through the one way mirror of the holding room, the five women were still dressed in the parody school girl uniforms that left nothing to the imagination. They’d tried to get them in to something else, but two officers had been hurt in the ensuing ruckus.
“I’m going in there to try again…” Detective Ronldson suddenly said, uncrossing his arms and starting towards the door.
“No one is going in there until we have more information.” Detective Jones shot back, waving the photo in his hand towards the room filled with the five women seated around the small table.
“Turnbul had to be taken to the hospital and don’t forget about Sanchez. She’s still not right after they were done with her.”
Ronldson stopped dead in his tracks, his face twisted in to an expression that Jones wasn’t sure if it was anger or desperation. Either way the man held his ground and returned to looking in to the next room, arms once more crossed.
“So what then? We’re just going to sit here until…” Ronldson spat in frustration.
Jones once more looked at the photo and shook his head. All five had been at the top of their classes at university, all with promising careers as doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc. But they’d been found passed out, covered in the remains of a massive orgy at one of the frat houses on Sunday morning and the campus police hadn’t known what to do with them.
He wasn’t sure what to make of the photo, they’d found it on one of the women’s phones and no one had been able to identify the location, but something about it nagged at him.
Oh, it was obvious that they were all ‘victims’ of the pill, they’re reshaped bodies and personalities made that more than obvious, but that wasn’t unusual these days and prosecuting it as a crime was almost impossible. After all each and every one of the women he’d ever interviewed after taking the pill had emphatically argued that they had wanted to take it and were ecstatic about the results. Though they never seemed to use those words as they were far to complex for what was left of their IQs.
A knock came to the door and a patrolman opened it, “Excuse me detectives, there’s someone here to collect the.. ah… ladies.”
“And does this someone have a name?” Detective Jones asked with an arched eyebrow.
“He said his name was John.”
“No last name?”
“No, he didn’t give one and refused to provide any id.”
Detective Jones frowned even more, the bastard obviously knew he didn’t have to provide any id, he was probably the one that had slipped them the pill to begin with.
“Alright, bring him in here.” Jones replied and shook his head.
A few minutes later the man walked in, a smile on his face as he turned to see the women in the next room, “Oh thank god they’re all right, I was so worried.” John said without much concern in his voice.
“Yes, if by alright you mean hopped up on the pill of course.”
“The pill? Why I no idea what you mean. I met these fine women the other night and we hit it off immediately. They were quite friendly and agreed to come work for me as hostesses for my party business.”
“Do you take me for a fool?” Detective Jones shot back, “They were covered in enough semen to impregnate a whale.”
“Well, I can’t do anything about what they get up to after their work is done, I’m not running an escort agency or anything. I assure you my girls are nothing but professionals when they’re on the clock.” John replied.
“Yes, I’m sure they are. But I have a few questions for you…”
“Am I under arrest? Are the girls under arrest?”
“No… no, not at the moment.”
“Then I think we’re all just going to leave then.” John said with an innocent smirk on his face.
Detective Jones fumed inwardly but knew there was nothing he could do to stop him. John turned and walked out the door, a moment later the door to the holding room opened and all five women jumped up and surrounded John, hugging and kissing him until he admonished them and all their heads fell in shame.
Moments later Jones watched him walk from the room, all five in a line behind him, following along like little ducklings in a row.
Jones slammed the photo down on to the table and cursed under his breath, when were the politicians going to pass a law that allowed him to charge these kinds of people?
“Hey, let it go, there’s nothing you can do.” Ronldson said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, I can see you have.” Jones replied and both men stared intently at the empty room as five more promising women were lost to society, how many more could it take before there were more serious ramifications?
Jones didn’t know, but he suspected they would fine out as his private list of politicians who either had wives, girlfriends or mistresses who had taken the pill seemed to grow longer each day.
