‘Where is he?’ You must tell us, now!’

‘I have no idea, Detective Chief Inspector. No idea at all. How should I know? Why should I know?’

Sarah Jane Smith looked defiantly at Wright Watson. The DCI could not help but be entranced by this woman. She had the darkest, deepest eyes that he had ever seen. He had noticed them the first time they had met, just as he had observed her slim waist and the swell of her breasts. Watson watched as her bosom moved gently up and down beneath her black dress. Why such an outfit? Was she in mourning? What was this sultry, mysterious, woman thinking?

‘I do not believe you, Mrs Smith.’ Watson leaned over his suspect. As he did so, he could not help but stare at the smooth whiteness of her skin. Then he found himsel...

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