Jail Bait

"The last time" asked Thorne as he raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Yes, I had trouble some years back. Lets just say there was a misunderstanding with a business venture. To cut a long story short I was incarcerated for 6 months in a... and I use the word loosely... Ladee's Detention Centre. Vile and horrid place that it was, full of loathsome creatures. But I was inno-cent of the wrong doings they accused me of".

"Well" said Thorne "We are simply taking you in for questioning, Franklyn you too, we need to discuss the murder of the ummmm, lady in your bathroom .

"Your jumping to conclusions" snapped Shandy, neither of us have done anything.

Thorne grabbed Shandalier's arm to lead her to the doorway.

"Oh for fucks sake, alright, enough already" snapped Shandy as she grabbed for her Mandarina.

Later, at police headquarters. Shandalier waited in an interview room. Franklyn waited in another. She opened her bag, plucked out her dusky pink swarovski crystal encrusted mobile and hit auto dial.

"Excuse me Miss" said the female police officer in the room with her "You cannot make phone calls" Shandalier ignored her as Iva answered the call "Honey, where the hell are you, have you heard the news"

"Shhhh, I don't have time, get yourself and the girls down to police headquarters NOW, cause"

At that momement the phone was snatched from Shandy by the female police officer, Vera Head. She was a big boned lass, with cropped red hair and a face only a mother could love.

"Excussse meeeee" said Shandy "What the hell do you think your doin".

"I SAID NO PHONE CALLS"

"Well pardon moi CUNTstable, I do believe I am entitled to one phone call" replied Shandy.

"At our discretion and certainly not using this Barbie fashion accessory you call a phone"

"Hmph" said Shandy who was now reapplying her Guerlain Apricot Shimmer No 5.

Suddenly the door burst open, in walked Senior Detective Dirk Flynn. Shandy gasped under her breath as this striking figure of a man moved towards her. He was at least 6 foot 4, she guessed about 50, broad shouldered, well defined physique (which Shandy loved), greying hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Well Miss Wilson, what can you tell us about either the arson attack on Thai me Up or the murder of Rajan Shani Davidson"

"Who?.............Oh yo all talkin about Miss Black Magic, god rest her soul. Well Ive told all I know to those 2 detectives who came a calling to my loft at Rochelle House earlier this evening"

As Detective Dirk leaned in towards Shandy, she felt intoxicated by the distinct aroma of musky man sweat mixed with Dior Eau Savage (yes yes it made sense to Shandy, Sauvage being french for wild and untamed). "I think you need to open up for me, surely you have more to offer........in the way of information".

"Well Detective Dirk, never let it be said that I left a man unsatisfied" (she said fluttering dark luscious lashes framing her hazel flecked emerald green eyes).

Detective Dirk's concentration was broken, not only by Shandy's heaving decolletage but by the raucous commotion coming from the police reception area.

Thorne entered the room. "Sorry to disturb you Dectective Flynn, but its drag queen central out front and they're here to support her" pointing at Shandy.

"Well best we sort this drama out" replied Dirk.

Meanwhile......................In Imelda's boudoir. Imelda lay sprawled on her chaise lounge which was luridly upholstered in blood orange velour with gold flock. She smirked as she placed another hazelnut praline into her mouth. At that momement her phone rang.

"Hurro, who dis, OHHHHHH how youuuuuu darlingggg"