The other side of the office looks out onto the roof top terrace with windows across the wall, also covered by venetian blinds. The double desk is at one end of the oblong room, behind which is a door leading to a small bathroom and kitchen. The door is on the wall opposite the desk.
Ben has packed his pipe, which is on the desk.
Ace comes out of the bathroom. "Get over here," he says. Ace motions with his head to the office desk.
“Ha…” says Ben. He takes the steps around the desk to be facing Ace. Ace puts his arms around Ben’s shoulders and gazes into his eyes.
There is a knock on the door and then the door opens,
Ace and Ben pull apart.
Duff’s head appears around the door. "What's the details?" he asks.
“Huh?” says Ace.
“Um, er, Anything I need to know?” asks Duff
"Later," says Ace. “Later.”
“I’m just trying to…” Duff seems to loiter and hang in the doorway.
“Out,” says Ace.
“Out,” says Ben.
Duff’s head disappears. The door closes.
“Now where were we?” says Ace. He steps towards Ben.
“Something about stress relief.” Ben sits on the corner of the desk.
Ace puts his arms around Ben’s neck. He pushes his crotch into Ben’s crotch. He rubs up against Ben.
Ben kisses Ace. Ace kisses him back passionately.
There is a loud knock at the door.
“What the fuck,” says Ben.
“Not now,” Ace calls out.
“It’s Sergeant Carmichael. I was asked to report to you to debrief.”
“I’d like to debrief him,” whispers Ben, as he stands up.
Carmichael is an enthusiastic career cop, going places. He is a handsome, Italian boy from Doncaster who is good at what he does. He is going places.
“Just a moment,” says Ace. He steps away from Ben. Ben moves his jacket to cover his pipe still on the desk.
Ben stands up and brushes his hands down his shirt as though he is hiding the evidence.
Ace walks around to the back of his desk. Ben leans against the sideboard in the office.
“Yep,” says Ace.
Sergeant Carmichael comes into the office.
“Detective Zorad.” He sees Ben. “Detective Burrows.”
“Sergeant Carmichael,” says Ace.
"How'd you go?" asks Sergeant Carmichael.
"Dunno," says Ace. "We are just at the beginning."
"Any suspects?"
"No, none of any consequence," replied Ace.
“No leads?” asked the handsome sergeant.
“You could put out some feelers for a Rupert Whippet?”
“The husband?”
“The husband,” says Ace.
“Nobody seems to know where he is,” says Ben.
“He’s unaccounted for, at present,” says Ace.
"Okay, sir."
“Other than that, there is no obvious signs of death,” says Ace.
“We’ll have to wait for the path to come back,” says Ben.
“You got any ideas?” asks Carmichael.
“No, none,” says Ace and Ben together.
“No signs of break in. No signs of disturbance. No signs of injury.”
“It’s as though she lay down and died on the lounge room rug.”
“We’ll head over there later today and chat to the neighbours,” says Ace. “And hopefully by then we’ll know more about the husband.
“Okay,” says Carmichael. He smiles at Ace. He smiles at Ben. He smiles at Ace again. “We’ll wait for path.”
“And the crime scene boys,” says Ace.
“Wait until they have powdered… um… dusted,” says Ben.
“Should be finished soon,” says Ace.
“Okay,” says Carmichael.
“Check into the Whippets back ground, see if there is anything to know, history, complaints,” says Ace.
“Sure.” Carmichael leaves the office.
“I need a smoke,” says Ben. He picks up his smoking paraphernalia from the office desk and heads to the office balcony door.
“I’m going to make a call,” says Ace.
Ben disappears out onto the balcony.
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