The Red Light Girls (Unsolved Mysteries Book 2) by Kim Knight (most romantic novels TXT) 📗

have taken a hiatus.” He used his fingers for quotation marks.

“Hmm, the locations are pretty random though. The cases from last year were north of the city. The most recent ones, the bodies have been scattered around the centre and especially on the Bos.” Janssen sipped her tea.

“Didn’t a witness say that one of the girls was last seen speaking to a dark-haired man?” Gibson added.

“Yep, from what I recall, that was one of the most recent ones too.”

Gibson nodded and got to his feet. “All right, let me look into the earlier files and see what comes up. Maybe even check in with the family members too.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Janssen agreed. “With Suzy Chan, who was found last night, one of the team went over to her listed next of kin already.”

Gibson fixed Janssen with a stern look. “Really, who was it?”

“Turns out, she was in Amsterdam on her own, staying with a female friend. According to the briefing that officer Denz gave this morning, the friend said her parents are back in Hong Kong. They think she was over here studying, not working the poles—if you know what I mean.”

“Shit, do we have a contact for the parents?”

“Denz is on it. A warrant has been issued to search her room. Hopefully, there will be something there to give details of her parent’s whereabouts.”

Gibson rubbed his chin, as if in deep thought. “And if there’s not?”

“Well, if there’s not . . .” Janssen sighed. “All we can do is put out an appeal with the media in Hong Kong.”

Gibson nodded in agreement. “Cool. Leave that with me. I’ll follow up with Denz. And pull the files on the girls from last year.”

“Okay, I’ll look into what happened with Suzy, most recently.”

Gibson made his way to the door. “Hey, don’t work too late. Later, partner,” he called over his shoulder as he left.

Janssen continued to work on the case. After a while, she glanced over at the clock. It was coming up on nine in the evening.

Damn. Time sure does fly when following leads. She rolled her eyes and flipped her feet off the desk. Too bad none of them have panned out.

Placing her mug down, she logged into her computer, ready to pour over more details that had just come in from forensics on Suzy Chan’s murder.

6

Peeping Tom

Mr. Fitz

Mr. Fitz made his way up the stairs to Madeline’s flat. He took the stairs slowly, placing one foot at a time on each step. Once he arrived outside her door, he glanced around, placed his ear to the door, then knocked.

“Madeline, it’s me, Mr. Fitz.” He glanced at his watch. It was 8:45 p.m., or so he noted. His fisted hand hovered next to the door, then he knocked again.

There was no answer. He had expected her to be home by now.

Maybe she’s working?

Once again, he knocked, then stood for a moment, listening. Nothing, not a sound. So, he placed his key into the lock and turned it. With a single click, the door opened.

“Madeline,” he called again and pushed the door fully open.

Silence greeted him. Stepping over the threshold with a smile, he gently closed the door behind him.

A flick of the switch on the wall, and the narrow hallway lit up. Slowly, he ascended down the narrow path. The bedroom was to his left.

He kicked open the door and found no one there.

The smell of sweet coconut floated out, drawing him into her personal space.

It was neat and tidy inside the room. Her bed was made, and not a thing was out of place from what he noticed. As he stepped into the room, he drew in a deep breath and took in more of Madeline’s sweet scent.

Looking on her dresser, he searched for the source, trying to locate what the smell was.

Perfume? Lotion? What is it? Mr. Fitz wondered.

A small tube of coco butter lotion was left opened. He picked up the product and sniffed it.

“Ahh, nice,” he said to himself, then placed it back down on her vanity table.

He glanced around some more, admiring her shoes, bags, and coats. He thought about the young lady who had just moved into the property he managed. She’d been with him now for three months. He had liked Madeline from the moment he had met her.

Her milk chocolate skin, curly hair, and bright brown eyes appealed to him. She also had curves that any man would love to hold. He knew he was too old for her, and probably not handsome enough either.

She’ll never go for me. He was well aware of this as a man in his late forties, with not much going for him looks wise. Not even give me a second look, he pondered the thought.

It broke his heart that she’d probably pass him up. Sighing he moved out of her personal space and headed back to the bedroom door. As his hand touched to knob, he noticed she had hung one of her bras on it from the inside.

On autopilot, he plucked the garment from the handle and looked at the label.

I wonder what size she is. A cheeky smile spread across his thin lips.

He noted her bra size with a chuckle, sniffed the garment, slipped it inside a pocket, then quickly left the bedroom.

Strolling down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, he set out to inspect the work the contractor he had called this morning had done.

Hmm. New pipes. The tile flooring, still slightly damaged from the work and the leak, glistened, and the wet carpet had a musty smell.

Tutting at the damage, he shook his head. He pulled out a notepad and his phone, then took some pictures of the damage.

Gotta replace the floor now. A frown touched his lips.

He flicked on the tap, and the shower water flowed out in abundance with good pressure. Next, he flushed the toilet to double check that worked too.

Satisfied everything seemed to be in working order, he left the bathroom and made his