Blood Money (chapters twenty three and twenty four.) (standard:Suspense, 3761 words) [12/18] show all parts
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Continued.

23 

One lone diner occupied the Holiday Inn breakfast bar. Although it was
just after eight 'o'clock, De Vries was almost finished his breakfast. 
He was tucking into his cinnamon roll when he spotted Holly Mendez, 
breezing into the dining room, looking like a Greek goddess. Her 
make-up was perfect, not that she needed the aid of cosmetics, and not 
a hair of her jet-black mane was out of place. Again, she was dressed 
elegantly in a black trouser suit and sported oversize hoop earrings. 

“Sergeant Mendez, what brings you to my humble abode at this early hour
of the morning?” scoffed De Vries. 

The beauty sat uninvitingly at his table. “Not so humble, Inspector. I'd
love to see your expense tab.” 

“You hypocrite. You saunter in here wearing a five hundred-dollar suit,
looking like you're off to a photo shoot and you complain about my 
expenses.” 

Holly smiled, displaying her perfect teeth. “I paid for this suit
myself... Five hundred dollars? You insult me, Inspector.” 

De Vries sipped his coffee and returned the smile. He dabbed his mouth
with his napkin. “Excuse my manners, Sergeant; I'm not too chummy at 
this early hour.” 

“Chummy?” 

“Oh, never mind... Would you like some breakfast? Coffee perhaps?” 

Holly shook her head, allowing her long dark tresses to cascade over her
shoulders. “No thanks; I've already eaten breakfast.“ 

De Vries fished. “Your husband must be crazy to let you leave his bed at
this time of morning.” 

“I have no husband.” 

“Fiancé?” 

She shook her head. 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Maybe... Listen to me, Inspector, I...” 

“Call me Jan.” 

Holly continued. “I make it my priority not to become romantically
involved with a colleague; besides, you're not my type, Inspector.” 

“Jan, please... Okay, Holly, what is your type?” 

The smiling woman leaned forward and gazed into the eyes of the
handsome, blonde Dutchman. “Dark hair, dark skin and with a Hispanic 
accent.” 

“I can sing Macarena.” 

Her face adopted a more solemn look. “We looked into the telephone
records of Peebles since he's stayed in the villa.” 

“And?” 

“Most of the calls were insignificant, but there were some that
interested us. He called his bank several times, and we checked his 
account under the name of David Jennings. He had one million and eight 
hundred thousand dollars in his account before Tuesday, when he 
withdrew two hundred thousand dollars.” 

“In cash?” asked De Vries, lighting up a cigarette. 

Holly waved a hand. “What are you doing? You can't smoke in here.” 



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