“You gave us quite the scare there,” she said. “They’re getting more aggressive each day. I think it’s time we went for the offense. Did you see anything? Can you give me any descriptions? Something?”
Dominic sighed, but didn’t respond. I guessed he was still too tired to speak.
“Do you even remember anything about the shooting?” she asked.
He shook his head.
She looked around the room to think for a moment. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Sharon said, and she looked at me.
My brows furrowed. “What? Why?”
“I want to know what you saw.” She beckoned me to come with her to the hallway, and I followed her.
“Did you see what they looked like? Were they male or female? How many were there?” She rummaged in her clutch and fished out a notebook and a pen.
“There was a man who brought him a note. I think it told him where to go, because he went to the roulette table. There were two people, a man and a woman. I only saw their backs. I don’t know what they look like. I think the man shot him through his coat.”
She nodded and made humming sounds of approval as she furiously penned down everything I said.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the scene, trying to remember every little detail. The conversation with Dominic about Daisy somehow crossed my mind, and I remembered telling him about her coming over. That I thought she’d abducted me. Her image was inside my mind, the way she spoke to me resounded in my ears. How she told me about doms and their behavior. Her voice sounded familiar.
And now I knew why. The realization came as a shock. My eyes widened. Her voice was the same as the one from the woman who’d locked me up. The woman who’d had me kidnapped.
“What?” Sharon said. Her eyebrows were raised, and she grabbed my arm. “What are you thinking about?”
“Daisy. It’s her.”
“Who? How do you know her? What’s she got to do with this?” Sharon started scribbling things down again.
“Daisy. The woman from the club.” I swallowed and cleared my throat.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to tell this or if it was even allowed. According to Dominic, the play party we’d attended was secretive and not something to be shared with common folks. If I was going to tell Sharon about this, it would be a major violation of our contract. I also knew that if I didn’t, I was obstructing this investigation, and that was against the law. I didn’t want them to go free though, and maybe my confession was the last clue we needed to catch them. I wanted those criminals to be locked away forever, so I made my decision.
“Dominic and I went to a play party. I met her there.”
“A play party?” she said, sounding confused.
“It’s a place where people come together to share their … experience with kinky love.”
She pursed her lips and frowned, shaking her head. She still didn’t understand.
“A BDSM club.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Seriously?”
She didn’t know about this? And here I thought she had some sort of relationship with Dom. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Yes, anyway, that’s not the point, and I ask you not to involve or link Dominic to any of that. I just know that’s where we can find Daisy.”
“So you’re telling me that we can catch them by going to a BDSM party?”
I nodded. “I’m certain she’ll be there.”
Sharon sighed. “Well … I won’t question your practices in private. I don’t care what people do, as long as it doesn’t involve me. I just want to catch this fucking gang and get them behind bars. I may not be from the local police force, but I sure have connections, and I know just how to spur them into action. If it involves drugs, which we know by now does, we can get the feds involved, and I guess this is the perfect opportunity. The question is; how do we get in without causing too much ruckus to alarm them?”
My eyes narrowed. “Oh … I know how.”
Chapter 6
I’d put on an outfit that matched the club’s rules, but not so raunchy that it showed anything bare. Sharon had wired me up and hid it completely underneath my outfit, making it impossible for someone to notice. It was almost undistinguishable from a normal BDSM clubbing outfit. Nobody could even see who I was; my face was hidden behind a beautiful golden laced mask.
“Now, remember, if you’re in some sort of danger, you hit that button,” she said, and pointed at the box that hid in between my breasts. “If you can’t reach it, you can whisper in your microphone. We’ll hear everything that’s going on, so if you get in trouble, just give us a shout. What’s the word again?”