Back in the hotel room, Leslie powers up her computer and flips on the TV as well. She wants to see what the press is saying about the disappearance of Rose, if anything. On the face of it, one random disappearance doesn’t get much air play, especially if the victim isn’t a pretty young white girl. However, with Rose’s connection to Senator Robertson (however tangential), Leslie has a hunch that the local news will at least pay lip-service to the case. She is right. The news gives the bare bones of the situation and hint that the disappearance may be connected to the murder of Amy Robertson, daughter of Senator Robertson, roughly a year ago. None of them offer any evidence of such a connection, but nobody cares about facts these days. Ratings were all that mattered, and a senator’s daughter’s murder added ratings to any story.
“The chief,” Leslie murmurs to herself. She would like to follow him, but she knows better than that. Even though the Chicago players don’t know of her existence, they would be bound to notice an Asian woman paying close attention to them. Besides, Leslie does not think the chief is her top priority, so she shelves him for now. She focuses instead on Jonah Bronson. She has to admit it’s purely prejudicial as she hates child molesters with a passion. She knows it’s in large part to her own history, and she hates how her experiences with Mr. Liu has permanently marked her. Even in a healthy, loving relationship such as the one she has with John—had, she reminds herself sternly—she had not been completely free from her past.
“Oh, John. Fuck me harder!” Leslie gasped, grabbing John’s ass so she could pull him closer to her. She needed to fill every inch of his cock—and more—in order to stave away the demons. They had been swarming around her mind for days, and the best way to rid them was, well, to have sex.
“Like that, Leslie?” John thrust his cock in as far as he could, and then he pushed it in a bit further. Leslie gasped as he hit her sweet spot—one she hadn’t even known she had before John. “Is this what you want?” John grabbed Leslie’s shoulders in his hands so he could get better purchase. Instantly, Leslie froze as she flashed back to a time when Mr. Liu had done just that.
“This is the proper way to get fucked, Leslie,” Mr. Liu said, his fingers biting into Leslie’s slim shoulders. “Open your legs wider.”
“I can’t!” Leslie was crying, but that only seemed to excite Mr. Liu even more.
“Do it!” Mr. Liu shook Leslie by the shoulders until she forced her legs even wider apart. Mr. Liu wasn’t very big, thankfully, but it still hurt like hell every time he fucked her as he didn’t care too much about preparation.
“It hurts!” Leslie wailed as Mr. Liu paused in his movements.
“It’s supposed to, you little minx. That just makes it feel better for me.”
As soon as the detectives leave, Leslie is off like a shot to find Siobhan. Leslie’s mind is whirling with the news she’s been told, and she still doesn’t know what the fuck to think. One thing she does know, however, is that she needs to get to John’s computer before the cops do. If what they are telling her is true, she knows she can find the answers on John’s laptop. He password-protected everything, and two weeks, three days, thirteen hours, twenty-four minutes, and nineteen seconds after he moved in, he had shown her his password list as he placed it in the top drawer of his desk. He wanted her to know that he had faith in her and that he had no secrets from her. Of course, Leslie never bothered using the passwords because she figured John would tell her anything she wanted to know, but she is grateful for them now.
“You’re coming home with me,” Siobhan announces, bringing Leslie reluctantly back to the present. She holds up a hand to stem Leslie’s incipient protest. “I know you, Les. You have been OCD’ing over John since the cops told you what happened. You probably hadn’t eaten since then until I showed up. You’re brooding.” Siobhan brushes her red curls out of her eyes, but they just fall back into place. “It’s not healthy for you, and you love the Terrible Trio. They’ll cheer you up.”