The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series Read Free Page A

rule him out of involvement with either Rita or Roz.
                And
then there is Terrence. Sure, he was with me when the gunshots happened, so he
couldn't have shot Roz himself, but something about the cold, callous way he
handled finding her body made my spine tingle. No, I decide – Terrence
certainly wasn't trustworthy. There's a chance he could have been behind one –
or both – murders. After all, corruption runs deep at the Blue Room, and
Terrence is in charge of it now. Which means he knows how deep the corruption
really goes. The buck stops with him – and with his beautiful blue eyes...
                I
shake my head.
                There's
too many suspects, I think. Too many sick, twisted people in the world of the
Blue Room. But which one of them is the killer?
                I
know what I have to do, if I want to get any closer to solving this mystery.
I'm going to have to stay away from Terrence Blue, if I want to keep my heart
and my virginity intact. And I'm going to have to get my hands on the
mysterious Mr. X.
                The
latter part is no easier than the former. All the girls want Mr. X. as their
next assignment. He's loaded, from what I gather, handsome, good in bed, a
long-term prospect, looking for a courtesan, not a one-night gig. Sure, he
might be a cold-blooded murderer, but that doesn't seem to bother the girls I
eavesdrop on in the cafeteria too much. Mr. X. is the only thing on their minds
and on their lips. Terrence and his affairs are a forgotten memory.
                “I
heard he's heartbroken ,” said one girl, who couldn't possibly have heard
anything at all. “I heard he cried all night when he heard Roz killed herself.
I heard he's never going to come back to the Blue Room again – that nobody
could take Roz's place.”
                “I
heard he had already picked out the engagement ring,” said another.
                “So
why'd she kill herself?” another girl pointed out.
                She
shrugged. “Maybe she had a secret in her past. Maybe she was pregnant by a
different client. Maybe she had a disease.”
                “How
would she get a disease, stupid? They test all our clients beforehand.”
                “Maybe
she slept with someone who wasn't a client.”
                “Why
would she do that? She loved Mr. X!”
                Her
companion shrugged. “Roz is a mystery,” she said, throwing up her hands.
                The
question of who Mr. X's new pick would be, occupied the girls of the Blue Room
for the rest of the afternoon. Before dinner, however, it was Ben who found me
in the hallway.
                “Psst...”
He beckoned me into the corridor. “Staci. I heard the real news.”
                “What
is it?”
                “They
told Mr. X.,” he said. “About Roz. He's heartbroken.”
                “Apparently,”
I say.
                “Apparently
he really loved her.” He sighs. “He says he's done with the Blue Room.”
                My
heart skips a beat. If Mr. X. is done with the Blue Room, there goes my chance
at ever learning what happened to Rita – or to Roz.
                “There's
got to be something we can do to convince him,” I say.
                He
shrugs. “I overheard Terrence talking on his cell phone. He tried everything.”
                Somehow
I don't believe him. Terrence might have money, but I have one thing he doesn't
have.  Desperation. This is my last chance to learn the truth  now that Rita's
dead, and I'm not about to let it slip away.
                “Wait
right here,” I say.
                I
march straight to Mrs. Walters' office and demand to see her immediately. Her
secretary looks flustered, confused, but I keep insisting until finally