Chapter 9

Part 4 : ‘Road Trip... ‘

Inspector Cheyenne Kensington sat forward. She looked the Russian businesswoman directly in the eye – she wore nothing but her trim dark-blue policewoman’s uniform skirt and matching stockings...

“I’m afraid, Miss Tarasova, I have been a bit of a disappointment to you?”

Dominique hesitated. Cassandra opened her mouth to protest,

“I’ve sold you something that I have failed to deliver it seems...?”

Cheyenne felt guilty. Humiliated and embarrassed by what had happened a day earlier.

It had been almost eight hours since the two policewomen had been abducted by the prostitutes,

And, the only real saving grace was that Sonya had escaped the same fate...

.”I rather think,” added Cheyenne, “You thought that I’d do much better than I have?”

Dominique nodded. There was no need to say anything.

Cheyenne had apologised and that was that...

“So, how are we going to do this?” the older policewoman wondered aloud. Cassandra bit her lip,

“We can’t afford to fail – Christine Nixon will have my ‘cunt’ nailed to her door if she ever found out?’

“Uniform shirts so we know who’s who...?” suggested Cassandra – Naomi, Cheyenne and Dominique, all wore a policewoman’s uniform shirt, as she did too. It was what marked them from Candice...

“After all, they know we’re all policewomen, don’t they, ma’am?”

“But...?” queried the Russian businesswoman,

“You were a policewoman, weren’t you?” replied Cassandra – she continued to massage Dominique,

“So, you’re an honorary member of the Victoria Police, Miss Tarasova?”

Tanya and Cheryl were still in uniform. Their uniform shirts at any rate. Or, so they all assumed from the satellite photographs they had of Jasmin’s compound in ‘Hidden Valley’...

“There will be domestic staff I assume?” Cassandra asked – the young policewoman’s mind was racing. Dominique sat back. She closed her eyes, enjoying the massage as she listened,

“Maids...?” queried Cassandra,

“Davina Murdoch too, ma’am?”

“Y-Yes...” agreed Cheyenne.

“Deanna and this Pakistani ‘Pimp’...?” added Dominique in a whisper.

“Not that it really concerns me of course – we can handle whoever is there?” Dominique added.

Cheyenne nodded – Dominique now remained silent,

“And, that Asian ‘bitch’ too, Cheyenne?” Cassandra reminder her ‘Officer in Charge’ – Tranh Lee,

“Maybe...?”

Cheyenne really didn’t know – nor did Dominique,

“Uniform shirts...?” Cassandra repeated.

Cheyenne nodded, reaching up to brush a few loose strands of hair from her eyes - she wore no bra, and as she sat opposite the policewoman, Dominique couldn’t help but admire Inspector Cheyenne Kensington’s firm suntanned breasts beneath her unbuttoned uniform shirt.

“Jasmin Farah Khan of course...?” Dominique asked – it was more of a demand than a request,

“She’s all mine, Inspector Kensington – I think that only fair, don’t you, Cheyenne?”

“Y-Yes...”

Cheyenne wasn’t going to deny Dominique anything – with her ‘Diplomatic Immunity’ too, Jasmin was in effect, quite untouchable in a legal sense,

“And, these other women by the swimming pool in these photographs?” queried Cassandra.

The missing Toorak ‘socialite’ and chambermaid from ‘The Sheraton’...? Or, so they all assumed,

“They are your problem, Cheyenne...?” responded Dominique. She was only concerned with Jasmin,

“First things first, Dominique?” Cheyenne muttered. She tugged again at her shirt’s collar and sighed,

“I would’ve thought there would be ‘security’ of some sort?” wondered Cassandra - the Russian shook her head slowly and smiled,

“She’s rather arrogant, Cassandra – as far as she is concerned, you’re no better than a ‘whore’ in a policewoman’s shirt?”

Jasmin Farah Khan had ‘Diplomatic Immunity and she had money. And, she no doubt was confident the Victoria Police could not touch her?

“ ... she has no fear of policewomen like you, Constable Johnstone?” Dominique explained, confident that the Pakistani ‘Pimp’ wouldn’t have bothered with ‘security’ at her ‘Hidden Valley’ villa,

“After all, why would she need ‘security’ here in Australia...?”

Cassandra hesitated.

“I doubt she has even considered the possibility that you have any idea where she would is now?”

“That could be to our advantage...?” said Cheyenne – she began to study the photographs once more,