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Thursday at Ten

Author(s): James Brock

At Turner’s, gossip and beverages are as important as sharp scissors, but clients know they are safe from having anything repeated.  Leaking any privacy is as fireable an offense as putting a side pony on the wrong head.  Despite the fact that gossip stopped with Aaron Turner, the owner of the high end salon, the prominent hair stylist wouldn’t miss being out on the floor listening to the stories traded like pirate currency.  The murder of a senator is the talk of the day, and the young man accused had been with Aaron only two weeks earlier.  He had been a hot fling, but a murderer – no way.  When a few more murders occur, including the stylist’s best friend, Trixie aka Robert Landers, who in full makeup was a star, a sexy new detective makes an unannounced visit to Turner’s.
 
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Stretching his arms, he yawned, twisting his lithe body.  The lakeside house had the feel of old money, and the client had been easy, but this patron was the exception.  Clean and polite, he took his time and never asked for anything kinky.  It was rare for the young man to go to a trick’s home, preferring ‘in calls’ at his tiny apartment.  In this case, the money was always worth the time.  This trick would arrange a meeting downtown and then bring him back to the large house.  Glancing around the room, the young man continued to note how expensive everything looked.  The place was obviously taken care of by a staff, or a trophy wife.  Many of his best clients were married men of means who would always live buried deep inside the closet.
 
A trim middle aged man walked in from the master bathroom wearing a robe.  Bringing a fold of bills from the pocket, he handed them down to the younger man who was still in bed.  Smiling from his nest in the pillows, the ‘for hire’ leaned up to accept the money.  The still grinning client was proof that he had done his job well.
 
Two weeks earlier the prominent hair stylist and owner of Turner’s salon had a long late night make-out session with the same young hustler.  “Wow, that kiss is like your superpower,” Aaron told the young man with a grin after the first hot meeting of their lips.  “I’m all weak in the knees!”  Cody had just laughed as they went at it again on a dark banquet on the bar’s second level.
 
Aaron knew how Cody made his living.  Everyone knew.  The stylist was not a client, but he liked his guys the way he liked his salad greens – a little wild.  The short, hot fling had not come to equal love for either of them, but Aaron had liked Cody a lot.  Hearing that the young hustler had been booked on murder charges for killing a senator was hard to believe.  Powerful men often held powerful secrets, but even if the senator had hired Cody, Aaron could not imagine the young man killing anyone.
 
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The entire salon went quiet as two handsome officers entered and were led to the back where the senator’s former wife (Babs) sat.  Aaron, scissors in hand, was behind her.  Missy and Franny, two well known socialites who had watched the handsome young officers enter the salon along with everyone else, cut looks at each other while brushing away salon attendants who were trying in vain to get the women to return to their stylist’s stations.  It would have taken an avalanche bomb squad to unseat the pair from their front row perch to the drama playing out in Turner’s that rainy afternoon. 
 
“How did you know I was here?” Babs flirted with Detective Matt Stone as she perched herself on the edge of the desk, folding a long, toned leg behind the other one.  Aaron was thankful that she didn’t reach up and unclasp the top button of her blouse as she ate the hot blond Officer Stone with her eyes as if he were made of sugar and whipped cream.
 
“We appreciate the use of your office, Mr. Turner.  Could we have a few moments alone with Mrs. Hickman?”  Matt asked.  Despite the age difference, the young officer appreciated the well preserved cougar in front of him.
 
“Of course,” said Aaron, who had nearly been panting with lust at the sight of the other detective, sexy Eli Young.  The uniform on the hot officer was icing on the cake, as far as Aaron was concerned. 
 
“Do you know Cody Patterson?” the detective asked.
 
“Yes.  Not well, but I know him.”
 
Eli traded a knowing glance with his partner, and then turning to Aaron he said, “Perhaps we should speak somewhere else, Mr. Turner.”
 
“Let’s go to the storage room,” Aaron answered as if he had been planning to couple up with the man he just met.  In his mind he had already turned down the lights, folded back the sheets, and shot the cork off of a bottle of Veuve Clicquot 1996.  Aaron led Eli to the small storage room, stepping aside to allow the officer entry.  The stylist had to physically restrain himself from reaching over and stroking the smooth dark skin of Eli’s cheek as the officer began to question him

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-6184-5284-9
Genre: Mystery
Date Published: 06/19/2014
Publisher: Beau to Beau Books

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