3 comments/ 15750 views/ 6 favorites Detective and the Porn Star Ch. 01 By: StillyBoy Chapter 1 Thankfully, it was a slow day. In my line of work most days are slow and usually I hope they aren't. But my secretary was on vacation and my girlfriend, Brielle, was substituting for her. Don't get me wrong, Brielle is a good kid, and I do mean kid, she was eleven years younger than me, almost nineteen. Sweet as she could be considering her father was the richest man in the state and she was a spoiled brat. She was only with me to make her father, a former client of mine, suffer. The problem was she was useless around the office. Couldn't type, couldn't use the computer for anything more engaging than finding out who Paris Hilton was fucking or which reality show hottie was sleeping with her bff's boyfriend's father's mistress's son's college roommate. She downright refused to answer the phone and on the rare occasions she did, she proved unable to take a message. She couldn't open the mail and she sucked as a receptionist. The only three good things about having her at the office were: she didn't dress professionally in the least – this particular day, she happened to be in a shinny polka-dot bikini top, a matching mini (and I mean mini) skirt with sheer black frill on the bottom, and black 6" stiletto sandals. I had yet to see her panties but was sure they also matched the top because the straps that came up out of the waistband of her miniskirt matched the straps of her bikini perfectly. Her lipstick even matched the color of the polka-dots. The second good thing was since it was slow, we could fuck in my office. As for the third thing, she liked to be handcuffed. *** *** *** I called Brielle into my office. She came in and sat on my lap. "Wanna fuck around?" I asked. "Always, Daddy." How she developed that perfect valley girl accent in the heart of Colorado always confounded me, but that never made it any less a turn on. I kissed her and put a hand on each of her perfect DD tits (I once told her we should send her father a thank you card for buying them for her, maybe with a picture of them wrapped around my cock and covered in cum. She didn't go for it though). Breaking the kiss I sent her across the room to the couch. Telling her to put her hands above her head, I got my cuffs from the desk drawer. I cuffed her to the end table by the couch. Her nipples started poking through her top. Lifting her miniskirt out of the way, I found, as I expected, her g-string matched her top. Pulling it out of the way, I started fingering her clit. After only a couple seconds work on my part her pussy flooded and I was able to slip two fingers inside. I found her clit with my thumb and started rubbing it as I finger fucked her tight young twat. "Oh yeah, Daddy. That's it. Faster, finger my little cunny. Get me ready for your big hard dick." Admittedly, she needed to work on her dirty talk, but the sounds of her orgasm more than made up for it. When she came, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and shoved my cock in. She liked to be penetrated while she was already orgasming and if I timed it right she would orgasm again right away. She was enough shorter than me that it was easier for her to suck my nipples than for me to suck hers – she preferred my pierced left nipple to my unpierced right one – so it didn't surprise me when her tongue started playing with my barbell. What did surprise me was when a moment later she stopped and said "do mine, baby." She arced her back and I undid her bikini. I pinched her nipples around her own piercings. She'd gotten them done for my birthday. The left was a bar like mine, the right a hoop. Sucking her tits while I fucked her, as I said, wasn't easy, but it was always worth it, making her twice as horny and much more savage. I sucked the hoop ring into my mouth and squeezed the nipple with my lips. My tongue started rolling around her nipple, moving the ring as it did. The result was almost instantaneous. She started bucking her hips up at me, fucking into me wildly and saying "oh my fucking God" over and over. I could feel myself getting close and I knew her orgasm would do me in, so I'd have to be quick. She wasn't on the pill and refused to use condoms. Preferring the "pull out" method, "cum on my tits," she would say "like God intended." She orgasmed once again, mistaking "Jesus Christ" for my name. As I expected I started to cum – the first squirt landing somewhere inside her, but she didn't notice. I pulled out and sent the rest flying at her stomach and tits. As her orgasm wore down, I started getting dressed. "You gonna uncuff me?" "Don't know," I said, "kinda like you like that." She scowled at me. I thought about really not uncuffing her, but I did anyway. As soon as her hands were free, she started rubbing the cum into her skin like lotion. The outer door opened. "Crap," I thought but only said, "hurry up and get out there," as I finished putting my shirt back on. *** *** *** Brielle threw her clothes back on and headed to the outer office. As the door swung shut behind her I heard her say "What the fuck?" I had just finished getting dressed so I went straight out after her and figured out right away why she made the commotion. The outer office was packed. A large bald black man in a dark suit and darker glasses stood by the door, a blank look on his face. Three white men in business suits are crammed in the corner, two are talking on cell phones, possibly to each other. An older black woman dressed in a hound's-tooth suit is standing near the desk writing in an appointment book. There is an Hispanic or dark skinned Spanish girl of about 20 standing next to her. She is wearing blue jean shorts cut off to being no bigger than a thong, a barely their floral blouse, expensive leather boots and a cowboy hat. Under the hat she has a long floral bandana tied in her long brown hair. She looks slightly familiar. The centerpiece of the room, however, is a voluptuous Pacific Islander, her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, her lips – painted just a shade darker than her skin – hang slightly apart in a come-kiss-me-hard-and-deep way, her purple eyes find me as I step into the room and lock on to me. She is clearly dressing to get my attention. She is wearing what is either a robe or an extremely light jacket, which is trailing behind her on the floor. It is open except at the waist where a belt is holding it closed. The material is sheer black and I can see through it everywhere except at her nipples. She has neither a shirt nor a bra on under it. Finishing out her outfit are black vinyl ankle high boots over black rubber skin tight chaps, and a mere four inches above them a pair of black leather panties. Incidentally, it's her tits not her face I recognize first - - Justine Juggs, one of – if not the – biggest porn stars currently active. Detective and the Porn Star Ch. 02 Having moved Miss Juggs; her assistant Mrs. June, the older black lady; and her bodyguard, whom she introduced only as "Beefcake" into my private office, I took a seat and asked, "How can I be of service Miss Juggs?" "Justene, please, Detective." "Alright. How can I help you, Justene?" "It seems," Mrs. June said, "that Miss Juggs has acquired a stalker." "I see. Have you tried the police?" "Yes," said Justene. "They followed me for awhile and it seemed to scare him off but after they left he came back. Or she. We're not actually sure. No one on my staff has seen them." "What are they doing? How are they stalking you?" "Harassing 'love' letters, talking about fucking me. Phone calls where there is just dead air on the other side. Sometimes they send me gifts. Dirty underwear, used condoms, a buttplug that had dried shit on it. And photos of me, my boyfriends, my girlfriends, my family. Things that he had to have taken while following me." She was flustered. "Have you ever been stalked before?" "Yes, lots of times. But not like this. With them it was always some guy or some girl following me around, stealing my trash. I'd confront them, give them a good fuck and some dirty panties and they'd go away." "I'll need unlimited access. Wherever you go I go. Your house, friends' houses, photo shoots, sets. All access. And I'll probably have to harass some people you know. It's possible someone in your life is doing it to freak you out for some reason." "Done." "This will be a long job, lots of hours; I may have to call in some help. It's going to cost you" "You can name your price. I'll pay it." "I'll need a copy of your schedule. Professional and private. If you have a date with a married man and his wife doesn't know, I still need to know." "Mrs. June can give you whatever you need." She did. I glanced at it. It was a very full schedule. I thought I might never sleep again. "I'll start tomorrow morning. You won't see me at least for the first day or two. I'll be stalking you looking for your stalker. I'll need an advance." "How's ten grand?" "That will be fine," I said and thought, "Holy Fucking Shit!" *** *** *** I had to talk to her business manager after that. Then her lawyer. Then her agent. When they had all finished with me her body guard gave me a quick run through of her security. When we finally finished I walked Justene out of my private office. The dark skinned girl was lying on top of the reception desk, trying to take Brielle's top off but she wasn't having it. "She isn't into girls," I said. "Too bad," said the girl, "she has nice tits." Justene said, "Zulekya, heel" and the girl snapped to attention. Hopping off the desk, she rushed to Justene's side, knelt and put one arm around her leg. Justene caressed the side of Zulekya's face with the back of one hand. "My fluffer," she said, "she is very good." Looking over Brielle she added, "You really should try her sometime. My treat." Brielle made an indigent face. "Oh well. Zulekya's loss I'm sure." And they left. *** *** *** Brielle and I naturally went out celebrating that night and I was quiet hung-over as I sat in my car, a green '93 Ford Taurus -- which was less conspicuous than either my dark metallic green '70 Road Runner or Brielle's red '84 Ferrari -- two doors down from Justene's house. She was in a good neighborhood; very expensive, very large houses with microscopic yards surrounded her own. I had been setting there since seven and it was nearly ten before any of the house lights came on. Mrs. June arrived fifteen minutes later, in a silver embroidered skirt and jacket with matching shoes and handbag. Her hair was done up in a bun. Justene's bedroom light came on at half past eleven. At a quarter till noon, a Rolls Royce and a black late model Aston Martin pulled up. Justene and her entourage exited the house. Beefcake, Mrs. June, Justene's business manager, another man in a business suit I hadn't meet and three innocent young girls, all in blue jeans and pink shirts got in the Rolls. Justine, in a white tank top and daisy dukes got behind the wheel of the Aston Martin. The fluffer, Zulekya, wearing an unbuttoned shirt tied just below her rack and a pair of tight black short shorts, got in next to her. They drove off and I followed. We drove 80 mph in the residential and 110 on the highway. Justene had lunch downtown; then went shopping for three hours. Then had a light dinner, three business meetings, an hour at the gym, another meeting, and an hour at a spa. Then she went home. I never saw any indication of a stalker. Mrs. June left at seven, followed by the business manager and the other suit. At nine, a yellow Lamborghini pulled up. Justene and Zulekya came out followed by Beefcake. Zulekya was in a tight black mini-dress and 8" platform heels. Justene was wearing a lime green mini-dress and 6" heels. They got in the Lamborghini, Beefcake drove. He drove faster than Justene had and I had a hard time keeping up. I almost lost them when they exited the highway. Justene stayed out till four AM. She hit seven clubs including a strip club where she got on stage. Three times, she disappeared into a men's room with guys who had been brave enough to ask. And once she had sex with a drunk girl of about twenty on a table top while the girl's boyfriend took pictures with his cell phone. She and Zulekya went with three guys to their apartment around two AM and stayed there for a couple of hours. After they got back to the mansion and the Lamb had driven away, Beefcake walked out to my car and got in. "How quick you make me?" "Was pretty sure I had you when we left this morning, but wasn't positive till we headed for the clubs." "You're good. How is it you can't spot the stalker?" "You spot 'em?" "No." "That's how. I'm good, you're good. He's better." He got out of the car. Started to shut the door, waited a second, leaned back in and said, "you gonna need a faster car you wanna follow Justene around." "Yeah, I figured that out." He almost smiled, closed the door, and was gone. I went home. *** *** *** I used Brielle's Ferrari after that and keeping up was easier, even though they drove faster. On the third day, they went out to a mountain lake. In the countryside, they drove 185. On the way back, we got pulled over. The traffic stop took half an hour, but they weren't ticketed. Back at the mansion that afternoon, my cell phone rang. It was Mrs. June. "Are you here, Detective?" I said I was. "Come inside." *** *** *** Beefcake answered the door. He was in his usual dark suit and glasses. He led me to an office. Mrs. June in beige dress and jacket was standing at the desk. Zulekya was lounging on a sofa wearing only a leopard print bra and panties and flipping through a Penthouse. Justene was behind the desk, she was wrapped in a brown towel. "This came in today's mail." Mrs. June handed me an envelope. Inside were pictures of Justene from the first day I followed her, including a half dozen of me following her. Detective and the Porn Star Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Friday night, no longer stalking Justene, but traveling with her, I was setting at her at her private table in a strip club. Justene was setting next to me. Her black mini-skirt was pulled up over her hips and Zulekya was eating her off. Beefcake was standing nearby. If he noticed what was going on, it wasn’t affecting him. Justene was asking how the case was going when a young man in a suit walked up. He had short blondish hair. Tattoos covered his neck and wrists and another under his right eye and he had those ear piercings where the lobe is stretched way out with a big metal circle. Justene had a similar but smaller version. Hers was hot, his merely added to the strangeness of his overall look. He introduced himself as the manager. I recognized him as Ty Marciano, the son of a local big shot criminal I’d had run-ins with. He started hitting on Justene. Good for the image, even when she rebuffed him, kept people from figuring out he was in the closet. He offered us all free lap dances from any of the girls we wanted and offered to get us complementary drinks or drugs. While he was talking, a skimpy dressed black girl I pretended not to know walked up and whispered in Ty’s ear. He looked pissed, excused himself, and walked away. I followed him with my eyes. A young woman with nice tits was dancing on one of the tables. She was in a leather corset, black mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and 5” platform heels. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place her. The skanky black girl set down beside me. “Hey,” she said. “Hey,” I said. “Who’s the girl?” “Mr. Marciano’s daughter, Sia. The boss finds out she was here, he’ll skin her alive and kill Ty.” Justene was watching us and listening intently. The girl slipped me a piece of paper and a fifty. She left. Justene looked at me. “What,” she asked, “was that?” “An old friend, asking for a favor,” I lied. I could tell Justene didn’t believe me, but she didn’t care enough to ask more, which was good cause I’d have only lied more. The girl was an undercover Vice cop, in the rare cases when she’s mentioned in reports she is only ever called by the codename Deep. She’d been in the Marciano organization so long and gotten in so deep, she would probably never come back out. The commotion from Sia died down and Justene got bored, so we left. Three clubs later, Justene took a drunk red head, too young to be in the club, into the lady’s room and came out twenty minutes later with Sia Marciano. Sia put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth. Her tits were pressing into me. They were better than I remembered, but then again, she’d been very young last time I saw her. She tasted like tequila. She pulled away but left her arms around my neck. “I love you Dick-tective.” She was very drunk. Justene was smiling. “I take it you two know each other.” “Uh-huh,” Sia said, “he saved my life.” I said she was exaggerating. Which she was. *** *** *** Justene and Sia became fast friend, making out, doing lines of Sia’s personal stash of coke, dancing on the tables, and taking drunk college boys into the men’s room. Zukeya came back from the lady’s room and sat beside me. “The little red head is sleeping it off on the stall floor. She will be fine.” She glanced around. “Where is Justene?” I pointed at the bar. Sia was doing body shots off her. “She make friend,” Zukeya said. She put her hand on my thigh. I looked at her. She was wearing a tight white dress, nearly transparent, even in the bad light of the club. I could see her nipples poking out at me. She said, “You want make friend, too?” I pulled her closer and we kissed. Her hand found my crotch and unzipped my pants. She slid her hand in and took hold of my cock. I grabbed her tits through her dress. Pulling my cock out, she slipped under the table. I felt myself being engulfed in her mouth. She swallowed and my cock was in her throat. She sucked, licked, bit, and hummed up and down my shaft. All the while I was watching Justene and Sia at the bar. They were making out, doing body shots off each other, letting guys do body shots off them. My hand found the top of Zukeya’s head and shoved her down lower. Sia was sucking on Justene’s neck, one of her hands was inside Justene’s top. I could see her massaging the soft flesh of Justene’s E cup tit. In my lap, Zukeya had managed to work her hand into my pants and up under me. She was slowly fingering my ass while she continued to suck my cock. A tall bald black guy whispered something in Justene’s ear. She said something to Sia and the three of them headed to the men’s room. As if on cue, Zukeya climbed up my body and my cock slid into her cunt. She kissed me, moaned, and said, “I fuck loud, we better go to the lady’s room.” She slid off me and started across the room. I zipped up. Beefcake looked at me and said, “You go, Honky.” I headed after Zukeya. *** *** *** In the lady’s room, Zukeya walked to a stall, pushed the sleeping redhead out of the way and pulled me into it. I pulled the door shut behind me. We were kissing before her dress hit the floor. I had a handful of tit in each hand. Not as big, not as nice as I imaged Justene’s to be, they quickly engulfed my world. I sat on the toilet and she straddled me, fucking wildly. She’d kiss me, then push my head to her chest, pull me back up and stick her tongue in my ear, then kiss me again. Eventually, she found my pierced nipple and started playing with that. When she came, her cunt milked my cock and I came with her. After, she looked at me and asked, “You eat cream pie, yes?” Without waiting for an answer, she stood, grabbed the top of the stall and lifted herself up. She put her legs around my head and pushed my face into her cunt. My tongue reached her cunt just as my cum began to ooze out. I held her ass up, using it to push her cunt harder against my face. She started reciting “oh Christ, oh Christ, oh mother fucking Christ” as she built to another orgasm. Once I had all the surface cum off her cunt, I worked my way down and started licking her ass. I got my tongue in deep and she moaned louder and somehow more honestly than she had before. She managed to get a “God Damn Fucking Christ” out before slipping into some foreign language or another. As her orgasm approached, I worked my way back to her cunt. When she finally came, she shot her juices and my cum into my mouth and down my throat. When she came down, she lowered herself back onto my lap, her cunt again enveloping my semi-hard cock. She smiled, “you are covered in cum.” She started licking my face as she gently rode my slowly hardening cock. She got a third orgasm out of the deal and I got back to full mass and fucked her. I pulled her up and dropped her back down, sending my cock balls deep into her ass in one quick movement. She leaned back bucking wildly, helping to impale her ass on my cock. She arched her back and pulled herself forward just managing to get her tits to my mouth. I sucked for a moment but quickly lost myself in her ass. When I started to cum, she dropped to the floor of the stall and sucked my cock back into her throat, swallowing every drop of cum. When she had drained my last drop, she licked up the first squirt which had landed on the floor. We straightened up and went back to the table. *** *** *** Justene was waiting for us. “You bitches finally done?” she asked smiling at us. One of her nipples was hanging out. She caught me staring. “Either suck the God Damn thing or don’t,” she said, then leaned closer and whispered seductively, “but the staring is making it nervous.” She winked. When I didn’t suck it, Zukeya ran a finger up the V line of Justene’s shirt and the nipple vanished. The three of us and Beefcake headed out. Justene and Zukeya took the Aston Martin, Beefcake rode with me in the Ferrari. “Have fun, Honky?” he asked. “A gentleman never tells.” He gave me a look. I smiled a big toothy innocent smile. “Uh-huh,” he said and smiled his almost smile. “That’s one wild bitch,” I said. “Uh-huh,” he added. “What happened to Sia?” He gave me a blank look. “Who?” “Italian girl, hung at the table all night.” “Oh. Went home with the brother.” Brother came out brah-tha. He actually did smile. “Guess she liked the restroom break.” We were quiet. Ahead of us, the Martin accelerated to 125, I matched her. “Watch yerself,” Beefcake said, I could tell he wasn’t talking about my driving. I asked him why. “Zu don’t fuck nobody, less Justene tell her too. An’ I’d say Justene musta liked Zu’s report on ya way she’s drivin.” He smiled, back to the almost smile. “She sizin’ you up.” We pulled up to Justene’s mansion. Beefcake got out. “See you bright an early tomorrow, Honky. Why I bet we be out an about by 3, maybe 4 P.M.” The almost smile and an almost laugh. He shut the door and walked up the stairs. I pulled out and accelerated. *** *** *** It was nearing 3 A.M. when I got home. Brielle was asleep, topless with a g-string. She’d been clubbing too. I went to the kitchen, made myself a scotch, and pulled a dirty magazine out of a pile on the counter. Justene was on the cover. She was in a pink string bikini, looking over her shoulder at the camera. Behind her was a pool. I flipped through the pictorial of her. She was in various posses, stripping down, reviling her body. I could feel my cock starting to stir. I felt the need to confess my sins, so I picked up the phone and called Elle’s cell. She answered on the second ring, breathing hard. A man’s voice said something I didn’t catch, then Elle “who the fuck told you to stop. God fucking Damn.” Then to me, she said, “Hey, baby. How’s my favorite sinner?” “Horny and lonely,” I said. “Making a booty call but sounds like you’re busy.” Not to me: “Harder, Goddammit!” Then to me, “Bible study.” She moaned hard “Jesus Christ yes! Call me sometime tomorrow,” and hung up. I took a drink of my scotch. It was cheap, but it tasted like shit. I pulled out my little black book. I was to the Ds when I remembered Deep. I found the fifty and the note. It was a phone number. I grabbed the phone and called it. She answered on the first ring. “That you, Dickhead?” Same old Deep. “Yeah.” “I need to see you. Will you come?” I said sure and she gave me the name of a motel on the outskirts of town that charges by the hour. I started to hang up but she stopped me. “You know what I like. Bring it.” She hung up. Detective and the Porn Star Ch. 04 I took my Road Runner, the Ferrari was no good for that neighborhood. I stopped at a liquor store in Little Mexico. I bought a bottle of Jack. I put the whiskey in my car and walked into an alley between the liquor store and a Catholic church. About half way down the alley, a Hispanic hooker was leaning against the church. She had one leg up on a box, which gave an unhindered view of her panty-less crotch. She was lightly rubbing her clit and smoking a joint. As I approached her, she spread her pussy lips wide and asked if I was interested. I pulled out the marked bill Deep had given me at the strip club and gave it to the whore. She looked at it, gave it back, and nodded. I started to knock on the door beside her, but she stopped me. "How 'bout a quick bite first, gringo?" she asked motioning at her cunt. I dropped to my knees in front of her and sucked her clit into my mouth. She tasted of piss and the cum of her last John. She had fluffed herself enough already that I could go straight into the rough stuff. I shoved two fingers up her hole and started tonguing her clit. She grabbed a handful of my hair and started moving her hip. It didn't take her long to orgasm. When I pulled my fingers out of her there was cum on them. I shoved them in her mouth and she cleaned them off vigorously for me. "Gracious, Gringo," she said as her finger refound her clit. I knocked on the door. A Mexican priest opened the door. I gave him the fifty and he gave me a small brown paper bag. I turned and walked back to my car. *** *** *** I pulled up to the motel at 3:30, went straight to no. 13, and knocked. Deep opened the door and I stepped inside. She was skimpier dressed than she had been at the club, wearing only a one-piece black leather outfit. It consisted of a small thong bottom, with two straps coming up and barely covering her tits before disappearing around her neck. She took the bottle of Jack, opened it, took a swig and looking at me, and asked for the pot. I handed her the little brown bag. She opened it, took a whiff, and smiled. "Now that's the shit. Beats the Christ out of the crap Fagboy gives us." She put the bag down, looked at me and said, "Fuck me already." I pushed her onto the bed. She wiggled her tits out of the leather strips that covered them. She had itty bitty bite sized tits. But she knew how to use them and she had very puffy nipples. I took a turn sucking each of them, rubbing the other between my fingers. "Stop teasing me, God Dammit," she moaned, "I need that tiny white cock of yours inside me." I pulled off her panties and slid into her already dripping cunt. I started fucking her, slow and steady. She was grinding her hips into me. She reached for the bottle of Jack but I grabbed it and held it out of reach. I smiled, pulled her body up so she was able to lick my pierced nipple and poured Jack onto it slowly, so she could lap it up. Pushing her back down, I started fucking her faster. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts. I pulled out of her. She moaned and said, "No, fuck me more." "Roll over," I said. She did as I told her. She had a nice plump ass for a skimpy crack whore. I buried my face in it: biting, licking, and kissing the cheeks before working my way into the crack. I licked the length of her crack, swirling my tongue around her anus on my way by. Pulling my face away from her, I spread her cheeks and spit on her asshole, then lined my cock up and pushed just the tip barely into the whole, prodding but not penetrating her. She looked over her shoulder at me, "You limp dick Honky! Stop fucking teasing me and fuck my fat ass." I shoved in hard and fast. Deep moaned and encouraged me to fuck her harder and deeper. Anal had always been Deep's weakness, it made her incredibly hot, but never got her off. The longer I fucked her ass the hotter and wilder and hornier she would get, but she would never get release. By the time I pulled out of her ass and shoved into her cunt, doggie-style, she was a wild animal, fuelled by lust. I reached around her body and began roughly rubbing her clit. She moaned out a beastial sound and almost immediately began cumming. I was still resilient from my double header at the club earlier in the night and managed to keep from draining my balls into her. I pulled out as soon as she was finished cumming. She rolled over and hung her head off the side of the bed. I walked around the bed and put my cock in her face. She opened wide and I slid straight down her throat. I fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, hard and fast. When I felt myself getting close, I pulled out and shot my load on her tiny black titties. She scooped some up with a finger and licked it. She smiled. *** *** *** Ten minutes later, we were lying in the bed talking. She was smoking a joint, my cum still drying on her tits. "You didn't tell anyone I'm a cop did you?" I looked at her. "No." She smiled. "Good." She took a drag, held it in, let it out, coughed once, and said, "What you doing with Juggs?" "That's confidential." "She's a client then?" "That's confidential, too. But unofficially, why else would it be confidential." She took a hit and offered it to me. I shook my head. "Why you care?" "I can't comment on ongoing investigations." "So you're investigating her. Or at least the department is?" "I can't comment on that either. But unofficially, why else couldn't I comment." "Right." I looked at the clock. It was nearly five AM. "I need to leave," I said. "Anything else I should know? Or shouldn't know?" "Just that you should go see Lardausse." I got up and got dressed. I started to leave. She stopped me. "Hey, Dickhead." "Yeah?" "Toss me the Hustler, would ya?" I grabbed it, tossed it to her, and walked out the door.