Fatal Series 01 - Fatal Affair

suddenly on the upswing.”
    “Why, Freddie, I thought you were above such base human emotions as lust.”
    “Just because I’m choosy doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a little eye candy as much as the next guy.”
    “This insight into the male psyche is fascinating. Truly.”
    “I’m here to serve.”
    Elin Svendsen was not only buff, she looked like she’d be capable of kicking some serious ass when provoked. Easily five-ten or -eleven, with white blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a figure that could stop a train dead on its tracks, Sam decided she wouldn’t want to meet up with Elin in a dark alley.
    They caught her between clients and followed her into the club’s juice bar, which wasn’t due to open for another hour. They declined her offer of fruit smoothies.
    “Do you mind if I make one for myself? My energy is starting to flag. Been a long morning.”
    “Not at all,” Sam said. “Do you mind if we record this?”
    “Nope.”
    Noticing Freddie had his eyes glued to Elin’s every movement, Sam nudged him to get his head back in the game.
    He replied with a chagrinned smile.
    Elin joined them at the table with a strawberry smoothie. “If you’re here to ask if I killed John O’Connor, I didn’t.”
    “Where were you the night of the murder, between ten p.m. and seven a.m.?”
    “I had a date and was home by two or so.”
    “Alone?”
    She nodded.
    “Your date’s name?”
    “Jimmy Chen. He’s a member here. We go out once in a while. No biggie.”
    “You never left your house after you got home?”
    “Not until I left for work the next morning.”
    “Where did you meet the senator?”
    “Here. He hired me to train him, we hit it off, one thing led to another…”
    “And how long ago was this?”
    “Three or four months ago.” Sam did some quick math and realized he was seeing Elin and Tara at the same time.
    “Do you have a key to his apartment?”
    “I set him up with some home workout equipment, and he gave me a key so I could get in when he was at work to put it together.”
    “Did you give the key back to him?”
    She thought about that for a moment. “You know, I don’t think I ever did. Hmmm.”
    With a glance, Sam handed the ball to Freddie.
    “Oh, um, what was the nature of your relationship with the senator, Ms. Svendsen?” he asked.
    Sam had never seen him so tongue-tied around a woman and planned to poke at him about it the moment they left.
    “Mostly we had sex.”
    Freddie’s face flushed with embarrassment.
    Sam sat back to enjoy the show. Folding her arms, she sent the message that she had no plans to bail him out.
    “Could you, or I mean, would you mind if I asked you to be more specific about the, ah, sex you had with the senator?” Using Sam’s words, he added, “Was it, um, the usual deal or more?”
    Seeming to cue in to Freddie’s exquisite discomfort, Elin smiled as she leaned toward him. “It was more, Detective. Much more. We were very well matched sexually.”
    Freddie cleared his throat.
    “Were you still tearing up the sheets with the senator when he was killed?” Sam asked, realizing they were going to be there all day if she waited for Freddie to get on with it.
    “No, we called it off a month or so ago.”
    “Who’s doing?”
    “Mine.” She shrugged. “I was getting bored. It was time to move on.”
    “How did he take it when you ended it?”
    “He was fine with it. This wasn’t a love match, Sergeant. It was purely physical.”
    “Did he ever try to bring other people into the relationship.”
    “He did more than try.” Elin seemed to be enjoying the effect she was having on Freddie. “We had a couple of memorable threesomes.”
    Sam glanced at Freddie to find his mouth hanging halfway open. She wanted to smack it shut.
    “Male or female?” Sam asked.
    “One of each on two separate occasions.”
    “Who sought out the extra parties?” Sam asked.
    “I did. I know a lot of people from working here, and it was easier for me in light of who he was.”
    “What was his interaction with the other guy?”
    “Hardly any. He was for me, not John.”
    “So John didn’t have any kind of sex with him?”
    Elin thought about that for a minute. “I think the guy sucked John’s dick, but John didn’t do anything to him.”
    “Did these ‘extras’ know who he was?”
    “Nope. We just introduced him as ‘John.’ We didn’t get into our life stories.”
    Sam left her with the standard line about staying