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True Detective Series

 

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In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.
However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.
*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*

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Revenge is his game, and Black Hemlock is willing to do anything to settle the score.
For years, Black Hemlock has been biding his time, sulking that bragging rights to a long ago cyber heist was snatched from him. Throw in betrayal and a broken heart, and he has the perfect motive for murder.
Once more True Detective Agency is called in to assist in finding the perpetrator, this time using Carson as bait. Fearless and capable, Carson has no problem going head-to-head with a killer with a penchant for poison.
As the trio delves into the lives and deaths of the victims, a buried secret could destroy them all.

**Contains Explicit descriptions of sex, some violence and strong language. Also contains strong BDSM themes**

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Chapter Five

DREXEL ABSOLUTELY LOVED ADDING little surprises to his gifts. He carefully laced the chocolates with hemlock, arsenic, and cyanide. There wasn’t enough cyanide to kill—that’s what the hemlock was for. He laughed. Now he had to deliver these to their offices.

Jude walked in sniffing the air. “Something smells sweet.”

“Indeed. These are not for you,” he told her. He placed the deadly candy on a rack to cool. “These are for the men. They have a weakness for chocolate.”

She picked up a spoon and poked at the chocolates already cooled. Drexel removed the utensil and shooed her away. Jude huffed and went to lean against the wall.

“How is that going to help me?”

“You need to get that woman alone. The best way to do that is to take out her protectors.”

“And what are those for?” Jude indicated a box of caramels.

“Ah. Those are for a very special client. Those lovely candies have an antidote. However, the only way to get the antidote is to bring a certain painting to the client.”

“You know a bullet to the brain or a knife to the heart is a great alternative to this.” She waved a hand to the melted chocolate detritus.

Drexel smiled. “When all avenues have been exhausted we’ll go with those primitive methods. Poison is a delicate science. There is finesse in adding the right amount of plants and extracts to either make a person sick, gravely ill, or outright kill them.” He straightened, carefully peeling off his gloves and goggles.

“When you use a knife, gun, or other implement, you need to be present. You need to watch for opportunities to destroy your enemy. This way” —he waved a hand to the candy — “one can be in the same room. Even eat the same food and the victim can die either then and there or hours later when you have an airtight alibi.”

“It still seems a lot of work for something so simple.”

“Murder is rarely simple.” He donned another pair of gloves and commenced to cleaning. “Murder is messy, hot and vengeful. How one decides to enact the deed determines how well it will be executed.”

“Which is why I have yet to be caught and that’s because I plan everything.”

“Do you expect to get caught?”

“Eventually, but that’s like saying if you stand in the ocean you won’t get wet.” He loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “Someone will either catch me and put me away for a long time or someone will kill me. Either way, I’m going out with a blaze of glory and a high body count.”

Jude shuddered. “You’re one scary dude.”