CHAPTER 105
In a small town called Rud, Hargraves had just moved his papers.
That rich millionaire, that bastard had jeopardized everything they had achieved over the last few months. If it hadn't been for all the money he was making from that miserable Charles Kensigton III, and from Willian Thatcher, he would have kicked his ass by now.
Hargraves smiled, a wicked smile... when he remembered his bank account, and how it was stuffed with money and that he could live a life of luxury... and best of all have Charlote in his bed and his life. He had fought hard to have that woman with him, he had to get Bill and Tomas out of the way and now he was going to make his dream come true. She was a precious and beautiful young woman, and she had never strayed from the right path, which made him all the more intrigued by her. She was the kind of woman that any man would like to have in his life, as his wife, and with whom he would have children and make his offspring. They would be perfect children coming out of them. She might be over forty now, but he knew that a woman could bear children for a long time to come. He wanted at least five children, all he had to do was put one a year inside her and she'd have her perfect family. Hargraves was macho enough and knew that her body was very powerful, because he had already forced many women to abort the little bastards, because the only one who would bear his children would be Charlote. He was going to make her pregnant several times; he was going to use her several times a day to pay for all those years he hadn't had her in his bed and maybe even in the next five years, they would have more than five perfect children, just put one in and let it out and put another one in. She had wide hips, she would be a good provider for his offspring... after all, a female was good for that purpose.
As for Jack and Tom, he would soon put an end to their existence... Hargraves laughed.
But now he had to save Charles Kensigton III, that man had had a lot of fun with that beautiful young woman, but he had overstepped the mark by letting her die... And now there he was, to clean up his mess... Collins was a good commander, and he was together with Joe, who was the best investigator in canada, and the two of them were looking for all the clues to catch the culprit...
"So, since they want clues, I'll give you the clues..." Hargraves laughed.
Collins and Joe had searched the alley the day they found the dead woman's body, but today they went back again, maybe there was something so small that they missed it.
The two men began to ask questions in all those bars and speakeasies where drunks and women with easy lives did their shows. The smell of sweat mixed with booze and the odor of sex was everywhere they went. It was human decadence, but both Collins and Joe now knew from their forensics that this girl was still a virgin before her attack, she wasn't a whore like the others, but they needed to know how she ended up there...
From question to question... putting it all together, they discovered an orgy between men with money and several prostitutes, all coming from the same brothel. And it was in this brothel, after several questions with half-answers from that pimp, that Collins and Joe decided to investigate the place further.
Returning to the alley, they arrived at the pile of garbage, where the body had been found a few days ago, and when Joe was investigating, he noticed something inside the manhole...
- Collins! Run here...
Collins got close and helped Joe remove the manhole cover and to both their surprise, there was something there that could lead to the culprit and murderer of that barbaric crime.
Meanwhile, in Hamilton, the day was starting, with a bouncy and happy Viola. She ran around Grace, telling her all the news that Patricia had just told her on the phone. Grace was overjoyed, that Elizabeth was going to lose everything... her morals, her job, her friends. She would be reduced to a mere harlot, a woman with no morals whatsoever. And when that happened, that little soldier would be put to shame, demoted from his position, his wife exposed and put to use by all the men who wanted her, and Jack Thorton would be forced to leave her or lose his job. And Elizabeth would suffer horribly, being a woman abandoned by her husband, without a job or morals, and she would have to run away from all the men, because they would try to throw her into their beds.
For Grace and Viola, the day couldn't have been happier than that. The realization of their dreams.
"You're going to lose everything, Elizabeth..."