Read by K.J. Johnson
“So after he killed her he cut out the clitoris.”
“Well, that settles it – it can’t have been a man. If it had been, he’d never have found it.”
I looked up at her over the top of my drink, but there was no humour in her eyes – then again, there rarely was these days.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this anyway”, I said, taking a long swig of beer and brushing the foam from my upper lip. “If the boss ever finds out, I’ll be knocked back to traffic patrol – this is all supposed to be hush-hush – even the tabloids haven’t got hold of it yet.”
“I should hope not,” Jane Woolsey replied, “If they get so much as a whiff that I’m involved, you won’t see me for dust.”
I didn’t blame her. I remembered the last time – the finding of the body, the lurid headlines, the media circus permanently encamped on her doorstep. I would do everything in my power to make sure that didn’t happen again.
She was playing with her hair, twirling the blond tresses around her little finger. She had that faraway look in her eyes again, as if she was staring fixedly at something in the far distance that only she could see. I leaned over and took her hand.
“I’ll try to keep the press out of it, Jane – I really will.”
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