"I want you to help me find potential whores for me using your resources as a police officer."
"I'm a police detective, Master," she said, interrupting and correcting him. Immediately afterward, she felt a little ashamed herself. She shouldn't correct her master like that. But apparently Red Dragon didn't care.
"Whatever. Just go back to being a cop again, only this time be completely devoted and submissive to me. Okay?"
Ann smiled. "Of course, Master."
"But when you're on the job, act like you usually do. I don't want people to suspect that you're different."
"You're very wise, Master."
"Now, go on," he said, waving. "Go back the way you came and pick up the stuff you left on the floor. Then leave."
She stood up from the sofa.
"Oh, but first. Tell me your phone number. I'll need to call you periodically."
She nodded, then told him her home phone number, her work number, and her cellphone number. Then she left the room and walked back to the entrance of the building, picking up her flashlight, gun, and radio on her way out.
The radio crackled. "Detective Martin, are you there?" It was the voice of her partner Detective Davis.
Ann lifted the radio to her mouth. "I'm here," she spoke into it.
"God, where were you? I've been trying to talk to you for the last five minutes."
"I was ... just checking something out. Sorry."
"Well, I was trying to tell you earlier that the chief said not to enter the building."
"Did he say why?"
"No. But if the chief says not to go in, we don't go in." Davis was such a stickler for chain-of-command.
"So what are we supposed to do?" Ann asked.
"Well, dispatch said ..."
