Capitol Murder

“Spanking,” Loving whispered to Shalimar knowingly. “Some of these vamps are really into it.”

But when their tour guide turned up the lights slightly, they were able to view a spectacle for which neither of them was prepared. A woman, obese and naked, was strapped across the horse. An equally heavy and equally naked man stood behind her teasing her with a cat-o’-nine-tails, whipping her lightly, tickling her legs and breasts and stomach. She moaned in pleasure with each new slap of the leather against her exposed jiggling skin. And, to make it even more interesting, there were at least half a dozen other people in the room, just watching.

In the next room, they found a young woman, this one slender, and as far as Loving could tell quite attractive. She was wearing only black lacy panties and was handcuffed, her hands hoisted above her head and fastened to what looked like a large meat hook suspended from the ceiling. The man standing in the rear was caning her, striking her again and again, all up and down the back of her legs, while she let loose high-pitched whimpers of erotic delight. She writhed back and forth, which did amazing things to her suspended body, titillating not only her and her master-but the audience of spectators as well.

“My sister is not here,” Shalimar whispered. Loving noticed she was inhaling in deep quick gulps. “She would not have anything to do with this… disgusting place.”

Loving put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. He just hoped she was right. For once, he didn’t want to find Beatrice. At least not here.

Ben had adjusted over the years to the fact that he was simply not, by anyone’s definition, flashy. Not that he would mind. To the contrary, he thought being flashy sounded rather fun. It just wasn’t in him. So he’d learned to content himself with being thorough, prepared, and good. If he couldn’t gain prosperity via flamboyance, then at least he could gain notoriety by wi

Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but notice the contrast between Padolino’s a

That was about to change.

Interest in the witness increased, at least in the jury box, when the Virginia state troopers walked Bartma

“Jesus,” Glancy muttered under his breath. “That’s my lead witness? He looks like the scum of the earth.”

“Yes,” Ben replied quietly. “He does.”

“Couldn’t you have… I don’t know. Dressed him up a little bit? Loaned him a bar of soap?”

“Yes,” Ben answered. “I could have.”

Ben wasted no time establishing that Bartma

“You were a habitué-” Ben checked himself; what was he thinking? “-you were at Stigmata a lot, correct?”

“Oh yeah. Almost every night. I worked for the owner, Randy Lorenz.”

“And do you know where Mr. Lorenz is at this time?”

“In lockup. Bail was denied.”

“What exactly was your position at the club?”

“What, ya mean like my job title or somethin’? I don’t think I ever had one. I just did what the man told me. Randy snapped his fingers, I come ru

“And what was your rate of payment?”

“I don’t think I had one of them, neither. Basically, whenever Randy got a wad of cash, he threw some of it my way. Fortunately, he got a wad of cash like every night.”

“And that was because he was peddling a designer drug to a select group of women who were admitted to his apartment on the second level of the club above the dance floor, correct?”

Ben could see the man blinking, trying to understand. Must use short sentences and one- or two-syllable words, he reminded himself. “Randy had some chicks up to his place, yeah. Some of them were usin’. But the club itself was rakin’ in dough. It was very popular with… you know. A certain crowd.”

“And what crowd would that be?”

Bartma

“Interesting. So you and the other… freaks… were using this designer drug?”

“Hell, no. I couldn’t afford the stuff. Rather have a tall cool one, myself.”

“But you were arrested in possession-”

“Randy gave me the package and I held it for him. He was my boss. I did what I was told.”

“Even holding on to illegal drugs.”

“Hell, I woulda held on to illegal turds if he’d asked me.” Judge Herndon glared at the witness but remained silent. “He was the man, you know? He took care of me and I took care of him. He was like the brother I never had.”

The brother he never had. Ben was reminded of Aristophanes: youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, drunke

Bartma

Ben cleared his throat. “Rapid Ro

“Yeah.” He laughed so hard it became a sort of snort, a repetitive pig noise in the back of his throat. “She was fast. Fast like you’ve never seen fast.”

Ben felt the inevitable red blotches creeping up his neck. “Sir, are you talking about Veronica Cooper being fast… sexually?”

Bartma

“And… how do you know this?”

“From personal experience.” He winked, and this was possibly even more grotesque than the lascivious expression that preceded it. “She was hot.”

“Are you suggesting that you had… intimate relations with Ms. Cooper?”

“Damn straight.”

“How many times?”

“More than you could count. When that girl wanted it, she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“And when would that be?”

“When she was high on the drug, mostly. Affects different people different ways. Her it made horny. Major horny. Upped her desire-and her pleasure. She couldn’t control herself. It was all she could do to wait long enough to get my pants off.”

“Did you have… someplace you went for these liaisons?”

“Nope. Right there in the apartment at the club. Most times everyone else was high and doing it, so we didn’t attract much attention. They were too busy with their own action to notice us.” He paused. “’Cept Randy. He liked to watch.”

Ben tried to envision the orgy Bartma

“Hell no. She’d do anyone when she was high. All she cared was that you were breathing and male.” He reflected a moment. “Come to think of it, some of the time she didn’t even care if her partner was male.”

“And I gather from the nickname that Miss Cooper tended to be… fast?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. A male fantasy come true. No jawboning about foreplay. No screwin’ around waiting for her to get in the mood. She was always in the mood. Sometimes she got there before I did. She liked it fast and rough.”

“Rough?” Ben said, coughing.

“Very. Violent, almost. Kicking and slapping and spanking and biting.”