Singapore Sling Shot - Andrew Grant [126]
I reached out and grabbed her pert right nipple with my left hand and laid the blade of the knife on the swell of her breast beside it.
“Before you say a word, consider this,” I paused and touched the edge of the blade to the edge of her nipple. Yes, it was cruel and sexist and all that shit, but I needed the correct answer and fast. Would I have cut her? I don’t think so, but there must always be a first, I guess. “I will know if you lie and if you do, you will lose a nipple. If you lie again you will lose your life.”
It was then I knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to lie as the acrid smell of urine filled the bedroom.
“Thomas Lu,” she blurted. “I did this for Mr Lu.”
“He pays you to work for him?”
“Yes, little things. Sometimes…like today he has me follow people.”
“He obviously gave you a good description to work with.”
“Yes!”
I had to figure that Kaylin had described me to Lu in some detail and he had given Miss Blue that description.
“You told him you lost me?”
“Yes. He was very angry.”
“Your police bosses would be very interested to know of your relationship with Mr Lu,” I suggested. I released her nipple and removed the knife from her breast, slipping it back into the sheath built into my boot. I made a show of pulling down the cuff of my jeans. The pantomime was simply to reinforce the fact that we were done. I now had the power. I didn’t need a weapon. I literally and figuratively had her career and maybe her life in my hands at this instant in time.
“Please.” Miss Blue’s huge eyes blinked in terror. “That would mean prison. Being a policewoman in prison would be my death.”
“Perhaps we can come to an understanding,” I said as I stood and looked down at her. Bondage has never been my thing. I rolled Miss Blue onto her side and undid the knot in the scarf. It was too pretty to be cut. That done, I handed her the towel. “Dry yourself off, find some clothes and we’ll put you back in Mr Lu’s good books and get me out of his sights.”
Thomas Lu flipped shut his cellphone and settled back into the Bentley’s luxurious leather seats. Things were getting better. First the girl had lost the man David Crewe. Then she had found him again. He had been coming out of the Singapore Airlines office on Orchard. Going inside, she had used her warrant card as leverage. Lucy Pang had discovered that David Crewe was booked on a late afternoon flight to Sydney the following day.
“Mr Crewe,” Thomas Lu murmured, “I think you have just saved your own life.” With the man booked to leave Singapore, he, Thomas Lu, had no more to fear from Sami Somsak’s assassin. Now he could concentrate on getting a share of the Intella Island project for himself, and he had plans for that. There was nothing like the threat of scandal to bring reluctant colleagues on side, and he had the means of creating considerable scandal. Thomas Lu flipped open his cellphone again and selected a number from his address book. The phone range twice before it was answered.
“Mr Lu!’
“Yes, Kaylin. I’m sorry, my dear, I was a little hasty during our last conversation. How would you like to come and work for me, in my home? I have a feeling that there is much we could do for each other.”
“Yes, Mr Lu, yes!”
“Good. You know the address. Please come as soon as you can, we have things to discuss.”
“I will be there within the hour.”
“Thank you, Kaylin.”
For the second time in a matter of minutes, Thomas Lu hung up his phone. He was smiling. He had a plan. He would use the woman’s insatiable appetite to his own advantage. He had no interest in the female of the species in any sexual manner. However, to use her and her eager body to help him achieve his ends, that was another matter. He would arrange it so that she had every partner she could handle and more, including the chairman of the Intella