whisky
Boobie inspector
As yet, this is all there is, it is a bit of a departure to what I usually write, but I do like a good detective story, and hopefully, this will turn into one.
Apologies for the formatting, the pages here seem to be about three times wider than in word.
Apologies for the formatting, the pages here seem to be about three times wider than in word.
Death isn’t rocket science
Chapter one
Mason Stone’s detective agency wasn’t in the heart of the Miami waterfront scene, but it was close enough to throw stones, and he would know, but most of them tended to be thrown his way, unlike cases, which were few and far between.
It was not much of an agency, truth be told, and he was the only detective on the books, there had been more, but in times of recession, detectives with families to feed needed more reliable sources of income, Stone didn’t have such worries, his only family was his elderly mother, and a vintage 1911 Colt automatic that used to be his grandfather’s.
Still he retrieved enough lost dogs, and proved enough affairs to keep electricity in the walls, and a receptionist in the front room.
The window in his room was only open enough to bring in what passed for fresh air around these parts, along with the noise of seagulls shitting on passer bys, statues, and seemingly most of all, his car.
The large ceiling fan cooled that July air down to the point where you could actually sit in it, and have a reasonable chance of still having dry armpits.
An old tv sat on a desk at the rear wall, playing the local news out on a low volume, it was a chunky old school tv, neither flat screen, or LCD, such things did not bother Stone, the TV worked, and that was all that matters, his gun was over a hundred years old, so by comparison the television was still relatively new.
The laptop was even newer, and offered the best that Windows XP could offer, which at the moment was some POV BJ porn, with the sound off, of course.
The telephone had not rang in days, and there were no clients due to come today, so Stone had time on his hands, along with his dick.
Stone was almost at the point of no return when the buzzer on his desk sounded, causing a hasty zipping up of his pants, and the pushing further way of his box of tissues.
“Yes Louise?” Stone asked, hoping he didn’t sound startled.
“There is a client to see you Mr Stone, unless your hands are full at the moment.” His receptionist replied with a hint of sarcasm.
This puzzled, and slightly worried Stone, but he mentally filed that under something to talk to her about later.
“Send them in please.” Stone asked, quickly rubbing his hands with a wet wipe, then throwing it in the bin.
The frosted glass door to his office opened, and Louise stepped in, a mystery lady followed behind, this potential client was tall, wearing a black dress with a plunging top, and new how to fill it.
It was already going to be tricky to stand up, and the sight of this stunning red head was not going to make it any easier.
Stone just had to hope she would maintain eye contact, although from the knowing look on Louise’s face, he could tell where she would be looking.
“This is Mrs Schultz, she has a job for you, I hope cancelling your other plans won’t be too much of a blow.” Louise said cheekily, glancing down, and then walking out closing the door behind her.
Stone put up with a lot of cheek from her, but she was good at filing, worked minimum wage, and had a nice bum.
Stone rose to greet the lady, walking carefully around the desk, and always trying to keep his eyes locked on hers, which now appeared to be a deep shade of green, and away from what looked like a spectacular pair of breasts, lest of the act of looking down cause her to do the same.
“Mrs Shultz, Mason Stone, please take a seat.” He offered his hand, and the lady shook it with a firm, yet delicate shake.
“Call me Cassandra.” She said with a smile, that while warm, held a tinge of sadness.
“Please sit down Cassandra, and tell me what is on your mind.” Stone replied, indicating a chair opposite his desk, while he walked back around his desk, successfully willing his erection away with memories of his time in the Gulf war.
“I’ll come straight to the point, if I may,” Cassandra said firmly, then paused waiting for acknowledgement.
“Before you do, would you like a cold drink?” Stone asked, hoping the answer was yes, as he was quite thirsty himself.
“Is it too early for a beer?” Cassandra asked, again with the smile that still had a hint of pain.
“It’s never too early for beer.” Stone replied, reaching into a small fridge hidden in a fake cupboard in his desk.
He pulled out a couple of Budweisers, then flipped off the lids with a bottle opener in the shape of a hand grenade.
“Are bottles ok? I can get a glass.” Stone enquired.
Cassandra reached across the desk, giving Stone a view of her cleavage that seemed to go so far south he could almost see Cuba.
“I’m not fancy.” She replied, taking the bottle, leaning back, and sensually placing the neck of the bottle to her lips, a drop of condensation falling from the bottle, and landing on her ample chest, she drank a few more mouthfuls as the drop of water made a journey down her top Stone could only dream of.
“Well I wouldn’t say that, but please, carry on”
“The drink, or telling you what I came here for?” She replied, with perhaps a hint of flirting.
“We can do both, it’s been a long time since I had a drink with a lady”
Cassandra looked at Stone, he was not classically good looking, average height, some middle aged spread, but broad shouldered, looked like he hadn’t let himself completely go, and the flecks of silver in his receding hair and moustache indicated that he didn’t believe in masking his age with dies or hairpieces.
“I find that hard to believe.” Cassandra replied wryly.
Stone smiled, for a woman who wanted to come straight to the point, she was sure going around the houses to avoid getting to it.
“Why are you here Cassandra?” Stone asked, after downing a few gulps from his bud.
“A few months ago, my husband was killed while working at Canaveral, NASA called it an accident, but I believe he was murdered.” Cassandra said, her voice controlled, but bitter.
“I’m sorry for your loss, tell me, what did your husband do there?” Stone asked sympathetically.
“Doug was part of the safety team that was evaluating one of the shuttle replacements test-beds, he was examining one of the main engines when it suddenly ignited..” Cassandra paused, a tear forming in her eye, Stone pushed the box of tissues towards her, and she dabbed the errant tear away, “they say it was fast at least, probably instant, all we got back were his legs.”
Stone cringed, he had seen more than his share of severed limbs, it was not something you eventually got used to.
“NASA said it was an electrical fault, they were very gracious at the time, paid up Doug’s life insurance immediately, paid for the funeral, they even had jets fly over with the missing man formation, but the investigation into the accident was over and done with before what was left of my husband was even in the ground.”
“You don’t think their investigation was thorough enough?” Stone asked.
“They sent me a copy, the engine firing control systems were damaged, but it was impossible to know when they were damaged, and there were a lot of other technicians around that night.”
“You think another technician started the engines with the intention of killing your husband, and then damaged the controls to make it look like an accident?” Stone asked, wondering just how credible this woman was.
“That is exactly what I am saying.” Cassandra said firmly.
Stone shuffled uneasily in his chair.
“And what would their motive be?”
“The team that builds a replacement to the shuttle will be sitting on top of a multibillion dollar contract, that will provide parts and services to NASA for the next thirty years.” Cassandra explained, frustration in her voice.
“So you think he was killed by a rival team?”
“Or someone in his own, I think he might have discovered a fault in the new ship that would have cost them the contract, and he was silenced before he could report it.” Cassandra said angrily.
Stone leaned back in his chair, it wasn’t the most ridiculous story he had ever heard, but it was probably in the top three.
“Do you have any evidence of this?” He asked hopefully.
“No, but it feels like a conspiracy of silence is going on, Doug’s death never made the news, or the papers, if it wasn’t for the obituary, you would never know he was dead at all, I went to the police with my theories, and they just weren’t interested, every other PI I went to either turned me down flat, or gave me my deposit back the next day.” Cassandra said frustrated.
Stone cringed a little at finding out he was not the first choice for detective, but then again, how often was he?
“That does sound a little unusual.” Stone said dryly.
Cassandra reached into her handbag, and pulled out a thick wad of cash, still with a bankers tie band round it.
“That is ten thousand dollars, it should be enough to get you started, if you need more, just call me.” Cassandra said, slapping a business card on top of the cash.
Stone’s eyes widened at the sight of the money, which was more than he had seen in one go for quite some time.
“I’ll need some more information about your husband, and his contacts at NASA.” Stone said sliding the money, and the card towards him, the faint smell of Cassandra’s perfume on both.
Cassandra fished a flash drive out of her purse, and pushed that to him too.
“Everything you need is on there, it’s encrypted, but the password is Icarus.”
Stone took the memory stick. “Been flying too close to the sun?”
“It’s Florida Mr Stone, we all do.” Cassandra replied, before standing up, and straightening out her dress.
Stone stood up too and escorted her to the door of his office.
She had one last chug of her drink, another drop of condensation fell onto her chest again, for a second Stone’s eyes followed, and could see Cassandra’s nipples starting to press against the thin material.
As close as he was to her now, close enough to fully inhale her perfume, he could not afford to look down there for long.
His eyes met hers and from her expression, she knew where his eyes had been, she did not look annoyed, if anything, the opposite.
“Solve this case Mr Stone, and there will be a bonus in it for you, one I am sure you would enjoy.” She said with a smile.
Stone opened the office door, the warmth of the other room came through immediately, momentarily blowing both her dress, and her hair, and more than ever Stone wanted that bonus.
“Goodbye Mr Stone.” Cassandra said, as she walked through the waiting room, as she passed the receptionist, she gave her a smile too “Goodbye Louise.”
“See you later Mrs Shultz” Louise said cheerfully, as she watched the red head slink out towards the front door, and then out into the street.
The front door closed on its own, shutting out the heat wave and constant latin music.
“Do you think my tits are too small?” Louise asked randomly.
Stone looked at her, she was in her late 20s, slim, had her black hair up in a bun, and wore large glasses, she was attractive enough, but never did anything to emphasise what she had, and always seemed to be putting her own figure down.
Her breasts would not be confused with mountains, but then again weren’t small and humble either.
“The only thing wrong with your tits is they aren’t in my face.” Stone replied.
Louise smirked. “Now Mason, what have we said about sexual harassment?”
“More of it?” He responded wryly.
“Less of it!” She replied, barely restraining a smile.
“Well you didn’t say none, so I guess we just need to find the right amount.”
“It’s a work in progress.” She agreed.
Stone walked over to the window, and peered through a gap in the blinds.
He could see Cassandra get into a red convertible, she started the engine, and the top came down, disappearing inside the trunk of the car, with one last shake of her red hair, she drove off.
Stone kept on watching, and a few seconds later a black sedan that was parked further up the street also pulled off, and headed in the same direction.
Stone pulled out his cellphone and quickly snatched a picture of the car, then a few more to be sure, before it got out of range.
He checked the picture, then walked back to Louise, enlarging the photo as he did.
“See if you can find out who this plate belongs to.” He said, showing Louise the car’s licence plate.
“This one ain’t no missing dog is it?”
“No, but it still might up being a little woof”
