again, if it’s the online dater?’
‘If it is, I think so. We’re looking for a pattern, but there isn’t any yet. Rose is the only one reported missing so far, so this might be a one off. Either way, we need to find out what happened to her fast.’
There was more talking. The team were assigned to what they needed to do. Derek and Yasmina headed out to speak to the parents, friends and work colleagues. They would need as much information as they could get.
‘This is terrible,’ said Yasmina as they drove off.
‘Tell me about it. I hope it has nothing to do with an online predator.’
‘You worried about your date?’
‘A bit.’
‘Maybe you should warn her.’
‘No, I don’t want to cause alarm when there is none. Well at least not yet. We don’t know the real story yet.’
‘I guess you’re right.’
‘Plus she’s internet aware. She gave a lecture to her class about internet safety. I’m sure she’s wise.’
Yasmina nodded. She turned onto the motorway and joined the M1.
****
‘G ood Morning Mister Rees,’ said his assistant. ‘Two deliveries came in for you today!’
‘Morning, I’m guessing it’s the paintings?’ asked Marcus.
‘Yes I think so.’
‘Where are they?’
‘Just over there.’ She pointed across the gallery.
He nodded. ‘Could you bring me a coffee?’
‘Yes of course.’ She was giddy. Her boss made her feel that way.
Marcus didn’t see her in that way. She was his receptionist/assistant/ everything else, and that was all there was to it. The gallery was his life. It made him happy and he couldn’t wait to finish his masterpiece. There were several of his paintings, some had already been sold and would be on their way out. There were also paintings that belonged to other artists that would be sold and he got a commission. Twice a month he opened the gallery in the evening for a showing. Men and women from all walks of life would attend. Men and women who weren’t afraid to spend money, men and women who competed against each other, showing off just how much money they had. Marcus loved it. And he knew that his next piece would be off the charts. A piece that would be priceless!
The client list comprised of certain people. Not everyone was welcome into the gallery. It was a gallery for those with perverted tastes. Those who loved to push the boundaries and weren’t afraid to spend lots of money doing so. Marcus had certainly pushed the boundaries when it came to art, but the next work of art was something he’d never done before. It excited him, it made him want to do a lot more and he couldn’t wait until he got the final piece to the painting.
‘Your coffee,’ said Misty.
He watched his flamboyant assistant put the coffee down and then hop onto his desk.
‘When will you do a picture of me?’ she asked.
He laughed lightly and studied the short semi attractive woman. Her hair styled into ponytails with a few colourful ribbons flowing from it. Her clothes were equally colourful.
‘You know the answer to that.’ He sat back and sipped on the coffee. ‘You’re not my type.’
‘Of course I am, that’s why you hired me.’
That’s what he’d liked about her; she was too blind to see him for who he really was. And she’d do anything for him. She’d lie for him if she had to.
‘Keep telling yourself that love, but you and I both know what I say is true.’
She giggled and jumped off the table.
‘Could you bring the paintings, I’ll have a look at them now.’
‘Sure thing boss.’ She skipped out of his office.
He sat back and thought about the up coming date. He couldn’t wait to add Harmony to his painting. It was worth the wait, and he had his good looks and charm to thank for it. They would go for a drink, and he was certain he’d lock her into dinner, and from there he’d be able to take her home. If not the first night, then he’ll try again later. She was a receptionist, he had that to his advantage, at least he
‘If it is, I think so. We’re looking for a pattern, but there isn’t any yet. Rose is the only one reported missing so far, so this might be a one off. Either way, we need to find out what happened to her fast.’
There was more talking. The team were assigned to what they needed to do. Derek and Yasmina headed out to speak to the parents, friends and work colleagues. They would need as much information as they could get.
‘This is terrible,’ said Yasmina as they drove off.
‘Tell me about it. I hope it has nothing to do with an online predator.’
‘You worried about your date?’
‘A bit.’
‘Maybe you should warn her.’
‘No, I don’t want to cause alarm when there is none. Well at least not yet. We don’t know the real story yet.’
‘I guess you’re right.’
‘Plus she’s internet aware. She gave a lecture to her class about internet safety. I’m sure she’s wise.’
Yasmina nodded. She turned onto the motorway and joined the M1.
****
‘G ood Morning Mister Rees,’ said his assistant. ‘Two deliveries came in for you today!’
‘Morning, I’m guessing it’s the paintings?’ asked Marcus.
‘Yes I think so.’
‘Where are they?’
‘Just over there.’ She pointed across the gallery.
He nodded. ‘Could you bring me a coffee?’
‘Yes of course.’ She was giddy. Her boss made her feel that way.
Marcus didn’t see her in that way. She was his receptionist/assistant/ everything else, and that was all there was to it. The gallery was his life. It made him happy and he couldn’t wait to finish his masterpiece. There were several of his paintings, some had already been sold and would be on their way out. There were also paintings that belonged to other artists that would be sold and he got a commission. Twice a month he opened the gallery in the evening for a showing. Men and women from all walks of life would attend. Men and women who weren’t afraid to spend money, men and women who competed against each other, showing off just how much money they had. Marcus loved it. And he knew that his next piece would be off the charts. A piece that would be priceless!
The client list comprised of certain people. Not everyone was welcome into the gallery. It was a gallery for those with perverted tastes. Those who loved to push the boundaries and weren’t afraid to spend lots of money doing so. Marcus had certainly pushed the boundaries when it came to art, but the next work of art was something he’d never done before. It excited him, it made him want to do a lot more and he couldn’t wait until he got the final piece to the painting.
‘Your coffee,’ said Misty.
He watched his flamboyant assistant put the coffee down and then hop onto his desk.
‘When will you do a picture of me?’ she asked.
He laughed lightly and studied the short semi attractive woman. Her hair styled into ponytails with a few colourful ribbons flowing from it. Her clothes were equally colourful.
‘You know the answer to that.’ He sat back and sipped on the coffee. ‘You’re not my type.’
‘Of course I am, that’s why you hired me.’
That’s what he’d liked about her; she was too blind to see him for who he really was. And she’d do anything for him. She’d lie for him if she had to.
‘Keep telling yourself that love, but you and I both know what I say is true.’
She giggled and jumped off the table.
‘Could you bring the paintings, I’ll have a look at them now.’
‘Sure thing boss.’ She skipped out of his office.
He sat back and thought about the up coming date. He couldn’t wait to add Harmony to his painting. It was worth the wait, and he had his good looks and charm to thank for it. They would go for a drink, and he was certain he’d lock her into dinner, and from there he’d be able to take her home. If not the first night, then he’ll try again later. She was a receptionist, he had that to his advantage, at least he
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