Page 33 of Small Town Beast

“Yes,” she had whispered, running her hands through his thick hair.Yes,she thought,come to me baby, let me give you what you need.His great powerful muscles tightened. His dick jumped inside her. When he put his teeth together and made that sound…she knew he craved the oblivion of sex the same way she did. But why? What had happened to him? The scars on his face held an answer, she was positive.

It was a mile walk to the office of the Private Investigator from the drug store. Tanya speed-walked the whole way, aware of the time. When she pushed through the doors the lurch in her stomach wasn’t only from the forced exercise. She feared deepdown this would be a waste of time. But what choice did she have?

“Mr. Faisal is in a meeting,” the secretary told her blandly. “You can wait here.”

“But I had an appointment with him right at this time,” Tanya said, unable to keep the irritation from her voice. “How can he be in a meeting?”

“You can just wait there.”

“This is so wrong. I’m not even late!”

The secretary made a note of something on her little paper. “Ma’am, you need to sit down.”

Tanya sat, her anger rising. She held her purse close and stared at the wall. She just had to swallow her pride and take this, ‘cause it was the only way she could get to Amari now.

The police? Ha!She hadn’t expected much from them in the first place; she’d grown up in the projects; she knew what it was. But they treated her like a criminal. After grilling Tanya for two hours, even suggesting maybe she hadkilled her own son, they coldly informed her that after twenty four hours the likelihood of finding Amari alive was less than ten percent.

Well find him dead!Tanya had screamed at them.Do your job!

She would really come to regret that outburst. As soon as she lost her temper they threw her out of the precinct. She heard nothing more from them about Amari, and given the reputation of the East Rowanville PD, she didn’t have much hope.

Give somebody a uniform and a little bit of power, and they would always play a game to see how far they could disrespect somebody who needed their help. Tanya was a strong-willed person not afraid to stand up for herself. But she didn’t have money and connections at her back, and sometimes that made all the difference.

She glared at Mr. Faisal’s door.Took me all this trouble to get here, and I’m exactly on time, but he’s making me wait ‘cause he knows I’m desperate. I hate this disrespect.

It was nearly an hour before the P.I called her into the office.Kiss his ass,Tanya reminded herself, in spite of her annoyance. No attitude. Don’t get hot and bothered ‘cause you know what will happen.

Mr. Faisal was typing away on a sleek new Macbook when Tanya walked in. He barely glanced up.

The office was small and neat as a pin. A photo on the desk showed the P.I with what must have been his wife and daughter. The woman in the picture looked foreign– Arab, or Spanish.

The man himself was a balding middle-aged guy with sleepy eyes . He looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t cross the street to help her.

“Hi, Tonya.”

“Hello sir. It’s Tanya, actually.”

His clothes and shoes were expensive. His watch was, too, but not as much as Mister Bailey’s.

“Do you have the money?”

“Yes,” said Tanya stiffly. “I have your money.”

She handed him the envelope and he counted it all right there.

Tanya stared at the bills in his spidery white hands, remembering what she had done to get them. She had the sinking suspicion she was parting with all this money for nothing.No. No, that’s the fear talking. Stay positive for Amari.

The P.I put the bills back in the envelope.“Five hundred is missing,” he said, his sleepy eyes almost seeing through her. “I believe I told you my deposit is a thousand.”

“I can get the rest for you at the end of this week.”

“That wasn’t what we agreed.”

Tanya licked her lips. “Maybe…you could do just a little something this week. Just the tiniest thing. Anything. Please -– my son is so young, and if he’s hurt somewhere maybe the smallest thing could make a difference. I really am begging you to help me.”

He squinted at her behind his thick glasses, sizing her up. She held her breath.If he says no…

“Explain what happened the day your son went missing,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair. His eyes landed on her tits and stayed there.

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