“Sir? Sir? Are you alright Sir?” Lexi called up the stair which she had just descended and where the loud thump had come from.
She accented the stairs once more and headed back to the bedroom, only to find the still body of her Master laid out on the floor beside the bed.
She rushed over and checked his vitals, there were none.
It wasn’t all that surprising though, they’d just finished a marathon fuck session where she’d drained his balls three times, once in each hole, and at his age… well, what could he expect?
She closed his leathery eyelids and then quickly went to her small room and put on something appropriate, before calling the emergency number in her phone.
The flashing lights of the ambulance came through the front windows as the paramedics brought down the body on a stretcher. Standing beside the widow on the other side was her solicitor, Reginald while he stood on the other holding his small notebook and writing in it.
“And you said you had left the room to get the two of you a snack?” Detective Samuels asked.
“Yes Sir.” Lexi replied.
He was uneasy as the body passed by them, the disparity in their ages were setting off alarm bells in his head, but there wasn’t anything obviously out of place.
“Well, I think you should come down to the precinct, I have a few more questions I’d like to ask…” he said and could see the widow start to agree, but Reginald interrupted before she could say anything.
“Detective, I think my client has been very co-operative in this trying time. Perhaps we can arrange for your questions to be answered at my office… if you send them over in advance.”
Scrunching up his face in annoyance he gave a little snort, “I must insist…” he replied and waved his hand towards the door.
“Is Mrs. Grondal under arrest?” Reginald asked pointedly.
The detective winched a little, “No… but…”
“Then I must insist you leave and let Mrs. Grondal get some rest. In fact…” Reginald said as he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a business card, “I must insist that all future communications be directed to my office.”
Samuels grunted and took the card, knowing better than to go up against the high priced shark that stood before him, and then left.
“Samuels!” bellowed the captain as Johnathan stared intently at his monitor, the loud footsteps of the captain coming straight towards him.
Johnathan turned around just in time to see the furious face of his captain stop beside his desk, “Why haven’t you closed the Grondal case yet?!?”
“Cap, just hear me out… there’s something…”
The captain rolled his eyes and held up his hand, “I don’t want to here it. Unless you have real, actionable, evidence of a crime, close it! I’m getting pressure from the highest, and I mean the highest levels to move on.”
“Doesn’t that tell you something in itself?”
“What it tells me is that Grondal was stinking rich and donated, no made, half the politicians in the state! His widow wants to move on with her life and she can’t very well do that with you poking around asking all kinds of inappropriate questions, now can she.”
Johnathan shook his head and sighed in defeat.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear it…” his captain said, leaning in and cupping his ear.
“No Captain, she can’t. I’ll close the file.”
His captain huffed in contentment and stomped, a little more softly, away from Johnathan’s desk back to his office.
Johnathan turned back to his computer and pulled up his case management system, logged in, and opened up the Grondal case, reluctantly marking it as closed and saving it.
Closing the program revealed his browser window, opened to the latest gossip page of the local rag, the screen filled with the image of Lexi hanging off the arm of another wealthy senior citizen.
She’d clearly had some work done in the intervening months since her husbands death, her breasts were bigger, her lips fuller, and she’d gone from classy to trashy in her makeup and attire.
The look on her face revealed only happiness as she hung off the arm of the man clearly at least three times her age.
He’d managed to track her history all the way back to her youth, and nothing stood out. The only thing that bothered him about her history was the missing six months he couldn’t account for. She’d gone from a wholesome small town waitress, to a big city party girl in that time with no explanation.
But that wasn’t enough to keep the case open, even if he could identify some crime in it.