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Bird Of Prey Sémya Slotin Mystery #1 By Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba Mystery Romance Release Date October 7 th 2013 This was supposed to be...
Bird Of Prey
Sémya Slotin Mystery #1
By Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Release Date October 7th 2013
This was supposed to be an easy case…
Sémya Slotin had spent the last three years living in London with her best friend Polliannah Koch staying away from solving cases. After Hawaii, she was taking a break from puzzles, cases and mysteries that could potentially get her killed. Instead, she had been doing her second and third favorite things, drinking and selling expensive vintage wines and having earthshattering sex with the mysterious, sexy, beautiful but ever so secretive Josh Heinz. Life in London was good….until her funds ran out. Too much wine drinking, not enough wine selling!
When fashion designer and adoptive mother, Annika Slotin, summoned her back to Paris to hire her for what Sémya considered being the easiest case of her amateur sleuth career, all she could think of and see was money signs and a well-deserved Cuban holiday once it was solved.
What Sémya didn’t see was her stumbling on the fresh corpse of supermodel Johanna Cartier. She didn’t think that male model turned fashion designer Julian Marais-Caldwin, who also happened to be Sémya’s ex, would be suspected of brutally murdering her. Johanna was his girlfriend, his muse and he loved her. Sémya didn’t see the dead bodies piling up or the conspiracy theories.
Sémya was a little rusty. But then again, it was supposed to be an easy case and she was going to solve it. One vintage wine at a time… Sémya Slotin was officially back in business!
Detective Chief Inspector Ally Gibbons looked at Sémya Slotin and Eileen Clarke. The young Miss Clarke was still very shaky; she was the one who initially discovered the body. But Sémya Slotin was oddly calm. She was just observing. “Get me everything on these two,” she told Detective Inspector Herring next to her. She walked toward Sémya, “I’m Detective Chief Inspector Ally Gibbons. I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances.”
Sémya shook her hand, “You mean we could have met at a party instead?” Sense of humour and arrogance… another know-it-all. “Sémya Louise Slotin, nice to meet you,” she smiled back and kept looking at the forensic team. “I’m guessing you want to take my deposition?”
“Sure. Is that a faint French accent I hear?” Ally said. She wanted to make Sémya feel like she was in control. She would get more information out of her this way.
“Parts of me are…well Eileen is still in shock so I’ll go first. It’s a long story,” she chuckled back. She wrapped her arm around Eileen and they walked back to the kitchen. She put her long hair back in a tight bun and immediately looked much younger. “Eileen picked me up from my flat in Camden Town around six this morning. We needed to speak to Julian.”
“That’s Julian Marais-Caldwin. His car, mobile and keys were in the house. About what?” Ally said.
She and Eileen nodded back. “Johanna…she’s been scheming to have him fired from his own fashion house. I had the proof and I needed to let him know.”
“So…what you are telling me is that the victim was scheming against her boyfriend and he vanished?” Ally asked. This was going to be an easier case than she thought.
“Really, this is how you’re going to handle it? You’re just going to assume that Julian is guilty. No evidence, time or cause of death, motive?” Sémya asked Ally.
Someone watched a lot of television. Ally looked at the still very quiet Eileen. “I believe you gave me the motive Miss Slotin,” Ally added a little out of patience.
“Johanna Cartier was a sociopath who used her assistant Emma as a patsy to have Julian voted out of his own company. And Emma didn’t even know. I have her laptop in Eileen’s car. We haven’t seen Emma since the day before yesterday. Johanna’s accomplice’s name is Peter,” Sémya said without breaking eye contact with Ally.
“Is that all?” Ally said. She put her pad down. Maybe it wasn’t such an easy case.
“They left the office around six o’clock last night…Julian and Johanna,” Eileen mumbled.
“She had cameras all around the house so we can check,” Ally told her.
“Check the entry logs for the code too,” Eileen said. She squeezed Sémya’s hand.
“Her makeup… she still has her makeup on from yesterday. I was raised by a supermodel, Detective Chief Inspector it doesn’t matter how tired they are, they remove their makeup,” Sémya said.
“Your point Miss Slotin?” Ally asked but opened her pad again.
“We found her just after around half past seven, Detective Chief Inspector, she had pallor mortis and this paleness usually occurs within twenty minutes after death. But rigor mortis hadn’t set in yet. Her body wasn’t stiffed at all, it usually occurs at least three hours after death. In fact she was still warm. Doesn’t it seem strange to you too?” Sémya squeezed Eileen’s hand back.
Sémya hesitated a few times before knocking on Josh’s door. She knew she shouldn’t have just left with Julian like that yesterday but Josh was fine and Julian wasn’t. Julian was a colossal mess. He cried in her arms more times that she would ever care to remember. She hated narcotics but was so very grateful for them last night. They put Julian temporary out of his misery. She sneaked out before he got a chance to talk to her this morning.
“What!” Josh said when he flung the door open. Josh was a bit of a night owl and was usually sleeping past noon. She could have sworn that he was thinking about slamming it back to her face when he saw her. “What?” He loosely wrapped his sheet around his hips. He was blocking the entrance.
“You either close the door or let me in Heinz, the suspense is killing me,” Sémya said to him, one eyebrow raised. He shut the door. She was too shocked to react and by the time she was ready to yell at him, he opened the door again. This time he was wearing pants. “That was fucking rude!”
He walked to his kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. “What do you want Sémya?” He looked at her entering his studio and closing the door behind her.
“About yesterday at the police station… sorry I didn’t say goodbye before leaving with Julian,” she mumbled. She joined him. “He was in bad shape at the end of the int–”
“Or called,” Josh interrupted, serving himself a large cup of coffee. It didn’t look like he was going to offer her some.
“Or called,” she repeated.
“Or texted,” he said.
“Or texted,” she repeated.
“Good, you made your point. What do you want from me?” he said. He waved his phone around, “You could have called or texted the apology.”
“You know what, if you don’t quit being such an asshole this will be the last conversation the two of us will ever have,” she lashed out.
“Fine leave! Release me!” He said matching her tone and almost smashed his cup on the table. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes were almost yellow. Sémya had never been so turned on in her entire life. His breathing was as fast as hers and she could see his erection begging to be set free from his half fastened jeans.
They were silently sizing up each over, wondering who would be the one ending their self-impose torture. Sémya’s entire body was aching. Her nipples were so hard; her thin camisole was teasing them. She let out a small sigh while savouring the feeling. And that was all it took for Josh to walk her way.
He kept walking until he successfully backed her to the door. With nowhere to go Sémya raised on her tiptoes… she had been yearning for the taste of his mouth since the moment she stepped inside his studio. He pulled her up and wrapped her legs around him. “Why don’t you wear dresses like a regular girl,” he groaned pressing his erection as much as he possibly could against her centre.
She moaned back and desperately found his lips. This was what she had wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, licking his lips, making them both more aroused by the second. He abruptly broke their kiss to take one of her breasts in his mouth and hungrily started sucking it. She groaned, shrieked and moaned so loudly, she was expecting the neighbours to show up. “Josh…” she pleaded again as she arched her back to the door.
He successfully removed both of their jeans and plunged inside her. “Sémya,” he groaned as he kept moving faster and deeper, holding on to her against the door.
Sémya was holding on to him as much as she could, digging her nails in, biting his shoulders, crossing her legs even more behind his back. “Oh…my…God!” she screamed when she felt her body contracting around Josh’s. The release was pure heaven…
“Oh…Sémya!” he groaned a few seconds later. She didn’t know how they could still be standing after that performance. Her entire body was numb and alert at the same time. He miraculously found the bed and collapsed on it with her.
“Don’t!” she said keeping him even closer when he wanted to pull away. She could feel him growing hard inside her again.
“Is that all you want from me?” he let out. He was obviously struggling for control.
She caressed his beautiful face and softly kissed him. “That’s all I want right now.”
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