Page 127 of The Protector
“So how many women have you had?” I asked David but got distracted by Jonah’s laughter.
“I don’t think you understand how our women work. Sex isn’t high on their list.”
“I’ve had a few,” David said and puffed out his chest. “Women have a thing for me.”
“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious, because in my mind a woman would have to be a lesbian to be attracted to someone as feminine as him.
He smiled smugly. “Because I’ve got a smooth move that works every time.”
“And what is that?” I asked intrigued.
“My magical hands.” He lifted his palms as evidence. “I offer them a massage and once they’re relaxed, I pleasure them with my hands, and then when they’re ready for more, I give it to them.”
Magni leaned closer. “Is that all it takes?”
“Uh-huh.”
“We fucking have to kill to get our hands on a woman and you just rub their neck.”
“Well, some aren’t interested,” David said. “But as you pointed out: with fourteen women per man there’s always someone open to a massage.
When we finally reached the university that Christina had said she worked at, my heart was pounding like crazy.
“Now what?” I asked and looked up at the building.
Jonah opened the door. “Now David and I go talk to people while you two stay here.”
Magni and I sat for at least an hour, watching the two flutter around like butterflies talking and smiling with a bunch of different people until at last they came back.
“Christina doesn’t teach here anymore,” Jonah said. “But one of the woman told me she’s famous for riding an antique bike with flowers in front.”
“Is that all you’ve got?” I asked.
“No, someone else said he’d seen her at the senior center a few days ago.”
My heart instantly leaped. “Really?”
“Yes, so maybe they know where she lives.”
At the senior center a receptionist confirmed that Christina taught in the evenings sometimes, but she didn’t know when she would come next and she wasn’t allowed to give out her contact information.
She did, however, allow us to meet a few of Christina’s students and ask them questions.
David and Jonah told us to stay back in the drone, but I refused, not trusting that they would ask the right questions.
“Stay quiet,” Jonah warned me as we walked down the corridor. “They’ll hear your accent.”
“Marie and Martha,” the receptionist said when we reached an open area where two old ladies sat. “These gentlemen are looking for Christina Sanders; do you know when she’ll be back to teach her next lesson?”
One of the old ladies lit up in a bright smile and signaled for us to come closer. David stayed by the wall, while Jonah and I walked closer.
“Are you friends of Christina?” the little woman asked.
“Yes,” I said quickly before I remembered to shut up.
“That’s good.” She nodded. “She was just here a few days ago and she’ll be back next week at the usual time.”
I cursed inwardly. I couldn’t wait until next week.
