| Author: | Steve Howard | ISBN: | 9780463624845 |
| Publisher: | Steve Howard | Publication: | March 6, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Steve Howard |
| ISBN: | 9780463624845 |
| Publisher: | Steve Howard |
| Publication: | March 6, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
It starts like this ...
Franco knew Detective Blussah was right after he had finally tracked down the model agency he was looking for. It had been a real job to find it. The agency had a website but no address. He had to write a form letter. Leave his phone number. It took days. The police commissioner called him into his office to make certain he had grounds to bother Sarah Salomon. Franco had heard of her. Not her influence. Then he finally got to visit with her and not offend her.
Franco was not in the mood for being polite when he finally found Sarah Salomon’s office inside Anamata Networks offices. He knew there were cameras watching him all the way. The door opened for him before he could think to knock or open it.
“Good afternoon, Officer.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Solomon, ladies.”
“Can I make you a coffee.”
“No thank you. I’m looking for a model that likely isn’t here anymore.”
Franco walked along the line of photos on the wall. Beautiful in various variations.
“How can I help you with that.”
“Who’s that.”
“That’s Heather.”
“Heather Who.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“I need to know it.”
“I can’t help you. I can tell you she hasn’t been back for years.”
“Can’t or won’t.”
“We are a model and escort agency. Our girls have private lives they want to keep private.”
“Bullshit. Excuse me. I find that hard to believe.”
...
It starts like this ...
Franco knew Detective Blussah was right after he had finally tracked down the model agency he was looking for. It had been a real job to find it. The agency had a website but no address. He had to write a form letter. Leave his phone number. It took days. The police commissioner called him into his office to make certain he had grounds to bother Sarah Salomon. Franco had heard of her. Not her influence. Then he finally got to visit with her and not offend her.
Franco was not in the mood for being polite when he finally found Sarah Salomon’s office inside Anamata Networks offices. He knew there were cameras watching him all the way. The door opened for him before he could think to knock or open it.
“Good afternoon, Officer.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Solomon, ladies.”
“Can I make you a coffee.”
“No thank you. I’m looking for a model that likely isn’t here anymore.”
Franco walked along the line of photos on the wall. Beautiful in various variations.
“How can I help you with that.”
“Who’s that.”
“That’s Heather.”
“Heather Who.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“I need to know it.”
“I can’t help you. I can tell you she hasn’t been back for years.”
“Can’t or won’t.”
“We are a model and escort agency. Our girls have private lives they want to keep private.”
“Bullshit. Excuse me. I find that hard to believe.”
...
