The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (17 page)

He shook her, “Oh come on, Eva! Don’t act innocent!”
he yelled. “It’s enough I’ve had to put up with you
selling yourself out to all these old men over me, but don’t
pretend like you don’t realize it’s your own damn fault!
Turing never did that to any women who weren’t asking for it
already!”

“If I was asking for it, he wouldn’t have had to drug
me!”

He released her arm holding the statuette and went for something
in his pocket, pulling out a syringe full of the amber fluid. “You
let him! That’s how it always goes for us,” he stated
with such conviction of truth.

Her gaze dropped to the syringe, backing away, “Martin, what
are you doing?” She trembled and almost forgot the weapon she
held in her hand, her eyes growing wide. “Why do you have
that?”

She knew he must have drugged Terrence, but it had all blurred
together in a haze as she moved towards the door.

He kept a tight hold on her arm, keeping her from getting to the
door. “Come on, Eva. You know you can trust me, right?”
he asked, the meek man she knew sounding so obsessively eerie in the
dimly lit guest house.

“I don’t trust you to fucking drug me!” she
hissed as she tugged her arm harder, “Martin, let me go. I
won’t tell, but you have to let me go!”

“I can’t!” he said to her insistently the needle
in hand, “Why don’t you see you
need
me, Eva?!
You’ve fucked up your life and you
need
me,” he
pleaded with her incessantly.

Her bruised ego made her rise the statuette, shakily as she stared
at him, “The police are going to be here soon. You need to get
out of here.”

He screwed up his face in anger and confusion, “Why? Are you
going to turn on me, Eva?” His eyes flitted to the statuette,
“Put that down and stop being absurd! You can’t hit me,
I’m your best friend! What would you do without me?!”

“You’re trying to drug me!” she protested, her
hand shaking and her vision blurring. Despite it all, he was right
about that one thing, and the way her jaw clenched was more to try to
steel herself than to deny it. “I just want to go home!”

There was no reasoning with him, however. He kept advancing, and
it was only out of desperation that she brought the statuette down,
aiming for his torso with all her might.

The blow hit at his shoulder and she heard something snap beneath
the heavy object. His collarbone had broken or fractured and in the
startled state he cried out and dropped the needle, the glass
shattering on the carpet as he stumbled back to the wall. “Eva!”
he cried out in disbelief. “How could you?! After all I did for
you!”

Her eyes widened in panic, as if in disbelief of what just
happened, and she stared down at him with pity and scorn as she moved
back towards the door, “Martin, I’m going to go get
help!” she screeched in fright.

Martin bent down with his back to the wall and he tried to pick up
the needle, but with his arm hanging limply at his side he failed and
called out, “Don’t go, Eva! Stay with me!”

And as she reached the door, turning its knob with her shaky hand
she heard calls coming from outside, “Eva! What are you doing
there?!” It was the voice of Allen with Max following behind
with “We’re coming!”

It was hours later at the police station when Allen brought her a
mug of hot cocoa and sat beside her. Detective Max Eisen approached
with a concerned look on his face, “He’s confessed...
well, in his own way,” he said sadly, referring to Martin. “And
there’s enough on Turing to see him spend the rest of his life
in a cell, Eva.”

She nodded, holding the cup but not drinking it. She felt so empty
and hollow, and worry had crept into every available facet of her
mind. Swallowing back the cotton balls in her throat, she looked up
at the handsome man, and even in spite of her concern and anguish,
she couldn’t help that her subconscious felt a little thrill of
delight having the two men so near to her.

“What about Sinclair?” she asked, and her voice
cracked. Trying to cover it she added on, “and Russell?”

With a shrug of his shoulders Max regretfully stated, “We
don’t know yet. I’m sorry, Eva.” Sighing he sat on
the other side of her. “Martin swears he killed Sylvia by
accident. That he was only trying to get her to see the truth of her
husband so she’d end the affair, and you’d be his.
Pushing her out the window wasn’t intentional, and... I believe
him on that, for what it’s worth. Which isn’t much.”

Allen, usually so quiet managed to offer up, “So... little
Martin tried to kill Sinclair and Russell to cover it up?”

Max nodded, “That and to get rid of those he felt were
between him and Eva.”

Her lip curled as she slumped in the chair, “So it’s
all my fault,” she frowned, only taking a moment for self-pity
before she looked to Max, “Did you figure out who Cynthia was?
Is she okay?”

Placing a hand on her shoulder he said, “It’s not your
fault. Martin is... a very twisted young man,” he stated with
certainty. “And Cynthia... she’s a niece of Sylvia’s
we believe. We haven’t spoken to her yet, but it fits. She left
Clarford and Stocktun a year ago to live with family in the country.
I guess she finally got tired of being quiet about what happened with
Turing.”

“Poor girl,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed
at the touch of his hand, so heavy and comforting. “Hopefully
this will help her.” Everything Eva was saying came out so dry
and lifeless, not like the perky young student of only a couple of
days before. “Did Turing really come to my place last night?”

Hesitating he said, “No. It doesn’t seem so. Turing...
I believe, only showed up at the manor because he was after Martin. I
don’t know for sure yet, but the two of them seem to have been
in on some of their crimes together. Not the murder, Turing sincerely
doesn’t seem to know anything about that, but we can’t be
sure. It was rather convenient after all. But the old doctor had
shared his... ‘practices’ on young women with Martin.”

She looked as though a knife had cut through her. Martin could
have warned her. He knew she was going to visit him, and she felt
bile rise within her. The realization was too much for her to bare,
and she finally, gratefully broke down in struggled tears, nearly
dropping the cocoa from her hands as she shook and trembled.

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