The Chiang Mai Chronicle: A Declan Power Mystery by T. Hunt Locke Page B

shrug of her shoulders, and a wiggle of her ass, a latch was undone allowing the plaid fabric to effortlessly fall to the floor. She stood in front of Declan adorned in a Victoria Secret lingerie ensemble that she was tightly wrapped into.
    “My client likes me in sexy underwear,” she explained with a raise of her eyebrow. “What do you think?”
    Declan took a step back for appraisal. “The 2012 Dream Angel’s line,” he said admiring her bra. “A Black Lace Demi, nice choice Nikki, very nice. A 36 D I’m thinking.”
    Nikki nodded.
    “I thought so. But I could have told you that at your office.” He let his eyes drift down to her mid-section. He greeted it with a nod of approval. “The Body By Victoria line. I’ve always favored the Cheekini panty as well. Absolutely lovely! And the white lace, a hint of innocence, well played young lady, well played indeed. This will work nicely for the shoot.”
    “I have to reschedule my appointment with him to take photo here. He is high roller. But, you’re right. I think it is great for my business. What question you have for me?”
    “I need to ask about Martin Gay.”
    Nikki’s allowed her head to tilt back in a deep laugh. She cupped her hands to her mouth to muffle her glee. “Oh, I miss Marty. He was fun. Not so serious like Mr. Chris.”
    “So you and Martin had, uhmm, relations outside of the office.”
    “Yeah,” Nikki said her glee bubbling forth. “Lunch with Marty is so fun! We go to hotel for pizza, wine, and fuck. Sometime stay all afternoon. Mr. Chris so serious, he say one hour for lunch and must be back at desk.”
    Working for Martin would have been a much more laid back affair Declan easily recognized. A thought came to his mind. “Would you ever be joined by another lady?”
    “Yeah,” Nikki again replied this time in a more wistful tone of reminiscence. “She such a beautiful and sexy lady. She is very high society.”
    “Do you know her name?” he asked with anticipation.
    “No. I not know her at all but only with Marty. They like to tie me up. I like too.”
    Lek came over ruefully looking down at his watch. “Ok, now time.” He looked approvingly at Nikki. “We have one hour on Declan clock.”
    Nikki stood up quickly causing her tightly packaged curves to jiggle. Lek added, “But Nikki, if you want extra photos perhaps we can make arrangement, Meow already book time.”
    Nikki easily picked up on the inference. She too looked down at her watch. “I busy too. But one hour more is ok.”
    Lek smiled. A deal had been reached. “Declan I have photo for you tomorrow and will send to Chiang Mai Chronicle.”
    “Ok Lek, perfect. Nikki, I have one more question. Were you with Martin last week at Chiang Mai Land?”
    Her nose crinkled in disgust. “I would never go there. No, I only go with Marty for pizza, wine, and fuck.”
    That was that. It didn’t advance his search. Still, he had affirmed that Martin had an ongoing thing with this high society mystery lady. That was something. He grabbed Oum’s hand and pushed through the studio exit. They both smiled upon hearing Lek scream to his assistant: “Call Pizza Hut!”
     
    The news concerning the Lan Na guard’s incompetence was disturbing. All leaders needed an efficient intelligence gathering operation. In order to reestablish a kingdom, a crack security unit was paramount. The future monarch lit a cigarette and gazed up upon the hovering mountain with its gold speckled Buddhist temples jutting above the thickly forested Himalayan foothills.
    The guard would be made an example of. Power’s girlfriend was inconsequential, the task of no great importance. But then every little detail had to be carried out with the utmost of care. A sacrifice would be carried out, a message sent to his brethren.
    But that could wait until after the ceremonial fair. All hands on decks were needed. Preparations had been carefully tended to assuring the celebration of King Mengrai’s long ago