Bird Of Prey
Sémya Slotin Mystery #1
By Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Mystery Romance
Release Date October 7th 2013
This was supposed to be an easy case…
Sémya Slotin had spent the last three years
living in London with her best friend Polliannah Koch staying away from solving
cases. After Hawaii, she was taking a break from puzzles, cases and mysteries
that could potentially get her killed. Instead, she had been doing her second
and third favorite things, drinking and selling expensive vintage wines and
having earthshattering sex with the mysterious, sexy, beautiful but ever so
secretive Josh Heinz. Life in London was good….until her funds ran out. Too
much wine drinking, not enough wine selling!
When fashion designer and adoptive mother,
Annika Slotin, summoned her back to Paris to hire her for what Sémya considered
being the easiest case of her amateur sleuth career, all she could think of and
see was money signs and a well-deserved Cuban holiday once it was solved.
What Sémya didn’t see was her stumbling on the
fresh corpse of supermodel Johanna Cartier. She didn’t think that male model
turned fashion designer Julian Marais-Caldwin, who also happened to be Sémya’s
ex, would be suspected of brutally murdering her. Johanna was his girlfriend,
his muse and he loved her. Sémya didn’t see the dead bodies piling up or the
conspiracy theories.
Sémya was a little rusty. But then again, it
was supposed to be an easy case and she was going to solve it. One vintage wine
at a time… Sémya Slotin was officially back in business!
Excerpts
Detective
Chief Inspector Ally Gibbons looked at Sémya Slotin and Eileen Clarke. The
young Miss Clarke was still very shaky; she was the one who initially
discovered the body. But Sémya Slotin was oddly calm. She was just observing.
“Get me everything on these two,” she told Detective Inspector Herring next to
her. She walked toward Sémya, “I’m Detective Chief Inspector Ally Gibbons. I’m
sorry to meet under these circumstances.”
Sémya shook
her hand, “You mean we could have met at a party instead?” Sense of humour
and arrogance… another know-it-all. “Sémya Louise Slotin, nice to
meet you,” she smiled back and kept looking at the forensic team. “I’m guessing you want to take my
deposition?”
“Sure. Is
that a faint French accent I hear?” Ally said. She wanted to make Sémya feel
like she was in control. She would get more information out of her this
way.
“Parts of
me are…well Eileen is still in shock so I’ll go first. It’s a long story,” she
chuckled back. She wrapped her arm
around Eileen and they walked back to the kitchen. She put her long hair back
in a tight bun and immediately looked much younger. “Eileen picked me up from
my flat in Camden Town around six this morning. We needed to speak to Julian.”
“That’s
Julian Marais-Caldwin. His car, mobile and keys were in the house. About what?”
Ally said.
She and
Eileen nodded back. “Johanna…she’s been scheming to have him fired from his own
fashion house. I had the proof and I needed to let him know.”
“So…what
you are telling me is that the victim was scheming against her boyfriend and he
vanished?” Ally asked. This was going to be an easier case than she thought.
“Really,
this is how you’re going to handle it? You’re just going to assume that Julian
is guilty. No evidence, time or cause of death, motive?” Sémya asked Ally.
Someone
watched a lot of television. Ally looked at the still very quiet Eileen. “I
believe you gave me the motive Miss Slotin,” Ally added a little out of
patience.
“Johanna Cartier
was a sociopath who used her assistant Emma as a patsy to have Julian voted out
of his own company. And Emma didn’t even know. I have her laptop in Eileen’s
car. We haven’t seen Emma since the day before yesterday. Johanna’s accomplice’s name is Peter,” Sémya
said without breaking eye contact with Ally.
“Is that
all?” Ally said. She put her pad down. Maybe it wasn’t such an easy case.
“They left
the office around six o’clock last night…Julian and Johanna,” Eileen mumbled.
“She had
cameras all around the house so we can check,” Ally told her.
“Check the
entry logs for the code too,” Eileen said. She squeezed Sémya’s hand.
“Her
makeup… she still has her makeup on from yesterday. I was raised by a
supermodel, Detective Chief Inspector it doesn’t matter how tired they are,
they remove their makeup,” Sémya said.
“Your point
Miss Slotin?” Ally asked but opened her pad again.
“We found
her just after around half past seven, Detective Chief Inspector, she had
pallor mortis and this paleness usually occurs within twenty minutes after
death. But rigor mortis hadn’t set in yet. Her body wasn’t stiffed at all, it
usually occurs at least three hours after death. In fact she was still warm.
Doesn’t it seem strange to you too?” Sémya squeezed Eileen’s hand back.
~~~~
Sémya
hesitated a few times before knocking on Josh’s door. She knew she shouldn’t
have just left with Julian like that yesterday but Josh was fine and Julian
wasn’t. Julian was a colossal mess. He cried in her arms more times that she
would ever care to remember. She hated narcotics but was so very grateful for
them last night. They put Julian
temporary out of his misery. She sneaked out before he got a chance to talk to
her this morning.
“What!”
Josh said when he flung the door open. Josh was a bit of a night owl and was
usually sleeping past noon. She could have sworn that he was thinking about
slamming it back to her face when he saw her. “What?” He loosely wrapped his
sheet around his hips. He was blocking the entrance.
“You either
close the door or let me in Heinz, the suspense is killing me,” Sémya said to
him, one eyebrow raised. He shut the door. She was too shocked to react and by
the time she was ready to yell at him, he opened the door again. This time he
was wearing pants. “That was fucking rude!”
He walked
to his kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. “What do you want Sémya?” He
looked at her entering his studio and closing the door behind her.
“About
yesterday at the police station… sorry I didn’t say goodbye before leaving with
Julian,” she mumbled. She joined him. “He was in bad shape at the end of the
int–”
“Or
called,” Josh interrupted, serving himself a large cup of coffee. It didn’t
look like he was going to offer her some.
“Or
called,” she repeated.
“Or
texted,” he said.
“Or
texted,” she repeated.
“Good, you
made your point. What do you want from
me?” he said. He waved his phone around, “You could have called or texted the
apology.”
“You know
what, if you don’t quit being such an asshole this will be the last
conversation the two of us will ever have,” she lashed out.

They were
silently sizing up each over, wondering who would be the one ending their
self-impose torture. Sémya’s entire body was aching. Her nipples were so hard;
her thin camisole was teasing them. She let out a small sigh while savouring
the feeling. And that was all it took for Josh to walk her way.
He kept
walking until he successfully backed her to the door. With nowhere to go Sémya
raised on her tiptoes… she had been yearning for the taste of his mouth since
the moment she stepped inside his studio. He pulled her up and wrapped her legs
around him. “Why don’t you wear dresses like a regular girl,” he groaned
pressing his erection as much as he possibly could against her centre.
She moaned
back and desperately found his lips. This was what she had wanted. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, licking his
lips, making them both more aroused by the second. He abruptly broke their kiss
to take one of her breasts in his mouth and hungrily started sucking it. She
groaned, shrieked and moaned so loudly, she was expecting the neighbours to
show up. “Josh…” she pleaded again as she arched her back to the door.
He
successfully removed both of their jeans and plunged inside her. “Sémya,” he
groaned as he kept moving faster and deeper, holding on to her against the
door.
Sémya was
holding on to him as much as she could, digging her nails in, biting his
shoulders, crossing her legs even more behind his back. “Oh…my…God!” she
screamed when she felt her body contracting around Josh’s. The release was pure
heaven…
“Oh…Sémya!”
he groaned a few seconds later. She didn’t know how they could still be
standing after that performance. Her entire body was numb and alert at the same
time. He miraculously found the bed and collapsed on it with her.
“Don’t!”
she said keeping him even closer when he wanted to pull away. She could feel
him growing hard inside her again.
“Is that
all you want from me?” he let out. He was obviously struggling for control.
She
caressed his beautiful face and softly kissed him. “That’s all I want right
now.”
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Mystery Romance
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Great post Danielle - TONYA
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