DNA Valkyrie - Chapter Six: Deathbed

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CHAPTER 6: DEATHBED

“It’s an honor to meet you, detective. I would stand up to greet you if it were possible for me.’’ Gerald said to her as he woke up from his nap. His butler invited her to come closer, to fully enter the master bedroom.

“Just so you know, I initially refused this case. I’ve only come this far because of the reward.” She said to the old, deathly-looking Saurius.

“Oh? Is that so... Tell me. What aspect of this case do you take issue with so far?” He asked.

“It’s... It’s just weird.”

“What is weird exactly?”

The frowning detective carefully remained at the edge of the room, near the entrance. She crossed her arms together and quickly placed them under her big, jiggling breasts as she tried to come off as serious as possible.

“Really? We’re gonna do that?” She said.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Okay, I don’t know who the fuck you are. I have no idea. I more or less don’t care either. But, look... You are rich. Filthy rich. You have a butler and this big, luxurious house.” She said while motioning towards the tall, looming butler with her head.

“And?” Gerald asked while she took her breath back.

“It makes no sense. Why would a rich guy such as yourself even bother going out of his way to consult a crappy, small-time, unsuccessful private investigator like me?”

“Is this your honest opinion of yourself, young lady?” Gerald said while coughing a little.

“No. It’s not about that. I’m not attempting to fish for compliments nor have you convince me of the contrary. I’m simply putting things in perspective. The few clients that actually wind up hiring me are all poor…”

“Up to this point…” Gerald said, interrupting the young woman who now unconsciously started pacing around the middle of the room. Staying far enough away from the old Saurius to keep from triggering an unwanted ovulation.

“Always have been, always will be in my personal opinion. What I’m saying is that you, old man, could get a real, decent private investigator, especially with your kind of money just judging by the look of this house.”

“It’s actually a manor,” the butler interrupted to correct her.

“Whatever. I don’t care what it is. My point is that you don’t really need me for my detective skills. That’s obvious. I don’t need to be one myself to figure that much out.”

“Okay. If this is your theory…” Gerald said.

“Not a theory. The truth.” She corrected him at her turn.

“Alright. If this is what you believe to be true... Tell me then, why would I go out of my way to ask for you specifically?”

After listening to this new question, Cynthia turned to the old man on the bed and observed him as much as possible in order to make a judgment call. When looking at Gerald, at the rest of his room, it didn’t seem to give her any more clues regarding what his reasons might be. She looked down at herself and she noticed her body as something that Gerald might not have access to with other detectives. Though surely he could hire any whore he wanted for that, with all his apparent riches. She saw a glorious and very generous boob crack, her deep cleavage, as she stared down.

“Um... I don’t see any women around here…” Cynthia said which almost immediately caused the old Saurius to open his reptilian eyes wide open.

“... Which leads me to believe that my appearance could have something to do with why you or your butler picked me... Like I already said, I don’t think you need me as a private investigator. Your butler right here saw me at the strip club. I imagine what you’re in need of is a private dancer more so than a private investigator, right? Is that it?” She concluded.

“... No... Not at all... I promise you, Miss Widdowfield... This whole thing has nothing to do with your looks or charms…”

“What is it then? Please speed this up, I have to go back to the club in a few hours. I don’t even know what’s going to happen with my job since your lovely butler took care of my boss.” She said while looking up at a clock on one of the walls.

“No offense. Thanks for helping me out, but I really need my job,” she continued talking as she turned to the butler to directly communicate with him.

“None taken. But, please... For the love of God, listen to my master.” The butler pleaded in desperation.

“Fine, let’s hear it. I’m listening.” She said.

“Thank you. Like you might have been already informed: my dear, precious, one and only daughter recently disappeared. We strongly suspect she was abducted by someone. She is everything to me. The rest of my family have long since left me. She is the only one I have left.” He softly said while keeping his head down, looking at his own bed, seemingly resisting the urge to cry. While Cynthia already knew this much, hearing it from the old man himself had a greater emotional impact. She truly sympathized with what the old man just delivered to her.

“I see... And I’m sorry to ask it again, but, why me?” She said.

“Once again, it’s not because of your looks. I promise you, Miss Widdowfield. No. It’s because of your local reputation for being a true detective that is not covering for the police and... Because of your other strong reputation for not having sex with any Saurius men.” He said.

“Wait? What? I actually have a strong reputation for avoiding sex with male Saurius? And I thought I was the detective here... In any case, it’s nothing too special. I have an approved exemption card so most sections of the ISRA don’t apply to me. The mandatory breeding provisions at least. Is it really that rare?”

“Well, that and the fact that you work as a detective. But let’s be honest... It is kind of a big deal. It’s really rare to see a Human female at your age who hasn’t produced scores of Urzax offspring already. I mean, even if they aren’t all that interested at first, most sluts simply can’t resist—”

“—Whatever. Let’s stop discussing my sex-life in detail, okay? Instead, tell me why it matters to this case? Why not having sex with Saurius men is going to help?” She said, interrupting Gerald before he could elaborate further on the sexual superiority of Saurius males. She heard it all before. She wasn’t tempted by it. She had her reasons...

“Because we have a lead. We might have an idea regarding who took Master Langstorm’s daughter... We are beginning to suspect that a secret, black market, sex slave ring may have targeted her.” the tall butler informed to the busty detective.