Abacus

Cheung, you are under arrest for the murder of Tony Briggs. You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, but anything you do say will be recorded and may later be used in evidence. Do you understand that?”
    H er demeanour changed again to helpful. “Matter of fact I do have something further to say, Detective.” Randall now formed the view that this woman was absolutely loony. “Are you guys interested in evidence?”
    Both detectives nodded. “We’ve got all the evidence we pretty much need, but if there is more on offer, we ’re interested,” Randall said, hoping for the family’s sake that the location of the remaining body parts would be disclosed.
    “Now, now, now , Detective, the evidence I am about to give you has been right under your nose and you never had a clue, did you?” she said condescendingly.
    “Al l right, show us,” Jesse ordered impatiently. Cheung got to her feet and walked back down the hall with both detectives now following a lot closer than before. She turned right into the master bedroom at the front of the house and walked towards the bedhead. Reaching across the bedhead, she pulled something off the post. Pushing it against her face, while looking at Randall she said, “Remember this, Detective, when you fucked me?” Randall was now face to face with the cat from the swingers’ joint. “Meow,” she purred as she pulled it off her face and spun it around her finger.
    Jesse glanced at Randall. He looked lost.
    R andall was stunned, speechless. His passion for shagging had got him again. As he stared at the mask that spun on her finger, it triggered very, very uncomfortable thoughts. Christ no. I can’t believe it I’ve screwed the bloody murderer . Cheung quickly reached under her pillow, which caused both men to react.
    Jesse, obviously fearing she was reaching for a weapon, grabbed her wrist and held it firmly. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked, pushing the pillow aside with his free hand. Underneath the pillow lay a small riding crop with a brown leather end. He held it up. “What were you going to do with this thing, teach us a lesson?”
    Cheung stared at Randall while she spoke with Jesse . “Take a closer look, Detective…” she ordered. “ This … is evidence.” Jesse held the whip up and studied it. He looked along the polished wooden handle and finally at the broad leather strap at the end. The strap was made of dried tanned skin with bumps and hairs on it, just like dark human skin. “Shit, is that human?”
    Randall felt a sickly feeling in his stomach. Surely it couldn’t be. He turned his head and looked away from the whip, trying to overcome the need to vomit. He ran his fingers through his hair as many bad thoughts entered his head. What had he done?
    H is mind searched. He remembered the night at the club seeing the cat woman slowly unzip the front of her tight black outfit, revealing two firm full breasts. As she pushed up against him on the lounge, she pushed his head between her breasts. She pleaded with him to bite down hard on her nipples. As he chewed, she moaned.
    She gently pulled away from him teasingly and stared deeply into his eyes as she reached down with her left hand and stroked her vagina. Watching on, he was captivated; with her right hand she raised the crop and put it into his mouth. “Lick it this time,” she demanded. “Lick it like you want to lick me.” Still staring at the feline stroking herself, he was helpless. He licked the crop, over and over. He remembered the salty taste of it… Shit . The more he licked, the greater her arousal. “More, more, that’s it, that’s it!” she yelled taking pleasure in his depraved act.
    Randa ll detached from his appalling memory to hear Cheung calmly announce, “I told you, Detective, it was right under his nose. I kept a little symbol of my love for Tony. It’s his dried scrotum, and it’s just yummy, ask him.” Randall watched Cheung giggle and lick her lips as she pointed at him. From Jesse’s look he knew there was merit to what she had said.
    Randall’s world was now spi nning as he stared at the hysterical Cheung. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, but strangely enough, he couldn’t hear her laughing, he could just see she was from her facial expressions. He could see that Jesse looked totally dumbfounded. He now felt totally humiliated and helpless, feelings he had never felt before.
    Jesse removed his handcuffs and firmly