The Pearl Drop Killer. Joshua Questin Hawk

but with their penises smashed off, leaving only a slit for the water to exit.

      MacBride is shocked upon seeing it but also disgusted by it. Lights are on in one of the upstairs bedrooms above the living room and the living room on the right side. They can tell two are in the bedroom upstairs by figures moving around. One stands and jumps from time to time. Donovan rolls down his window and hears a smacking noise and then “Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”

      His eyes narrow as the car comes to a stop, and he watches the upstairs window. He motions to MacBride to stay back in the car so they can be quick about it. He climbs out and walks up the oversized porch. Two wicker chairs and a table sit off to his right and a wicker swing off to his left. Dirty and dusty, he can see that the porch has not been used for many years. At over two hundred years old, the estate is one of the oldest ones in town.

      He slowly looks into the first-floor window. He sees an old woman in her wheelchair near the fireplace and nude. Age has not done her well for eighty. Then he hears another smack. “Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”

      He glances up.

      “And who’s a good little girl?” another woman asks.

      He chuckles, looks back inside. A woman in her forties enters the room, wearing only a white Nurse’s cap, white stockings, and white Nurse’s shoes. “Is this better, Ma’am?” She dances naked for the old woman and turns around, pushing her ass out.

      The old woman squeezes and fondles it. In a low and groggy voice, she says, “Yes, baby, yes. Shake it like Momma likes it.”

      Donovan shakes his head slowly and returns down the steps, hearing another smack from upstairs. “Thank you, Ma’am? May I have another?”

      “Good girl. Who’s a good girl?” the other woman asks.

      “What did you see?” MacBride asks as he opens the door.

      “One old kinky bitch fondling her Nurse’s ass,” he says, locking his belt in place.

      “And what was that from upstairs?” MacBride asks with her eyes wide open from his comment.

      “A woman getting whipped by another woman and asking for more,” he answers, waving her to drive off.

      “Yeah, that’s one kinky old bitch.”

      “And family. I believe Old Lady Sherman and her Daughter are into BDSM with other women. Not sure yet how it relates to the case or if it’s just a coincidence that the bodies were in Sherman’s Forest and the new ones tonight in the Sherman’s cemetery. I am starting to think someone is trying to tell me something,” Donovan says as if talking to himself, looking back through the side mirror.

      “You don’t believe in coincidences,” MacBride says, looking back in the rearview mirror as they exit the gate of the estate.

      “True.”