Chapter 2: More Exposure to Anne's World
The next day, a Tuesday did not start well. Anne was not in bed, nor in my apartment, she had gone. I fretted a while and got ready for work. I would have to go to the police station and let them know she was missing. I left it until the very last minute driving to the nick and finding a car parking space I went up the steps seconds before Anne was due to report. I heard my name called and there was Anne running across the road. I glowered at her and then stood by while she reported in.
There was no information from the pathologist and nothing further from forensics. I took Anne by the arm and led her to my car stuffed her inside and drove to the office; Made my apologies for the late show and marched Anne into my small room. I took a legal pad and wrote with a texter on the top sheet in very large letters. DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN.
Anne did at least look contrite. She wrote on the sheet of paper in very small letters. 'I had to see Jane!'
I took a few tomes from the shelf stuffed them in by brief case. I told Anne to follow me. I told the receptionist I would be out with Anne at the Scene of 'Dear Johnny's' death, or with the police the rest of the day. I would leave my phone on if she needed to contact me. I took Anne to an early lunch. I had missed breakfast, so it seems had she. We went back to the police station retrieved her keys and were given free access to the Dungeon and to her home.
I bought a surveyors tape measure and a squared pad as it was too late to go back to the dungeon. I took Anne back to her home. A sumptuous two story home with a pool, Jacuzzi, large rumpus room and a live in lodger, Bill!
A Mercedes, a late model and a Mazda 5 occupied two of the three spaces in the under house garage. Anne told me to park and we would talk the problem through. I was uncomfortable with this as it seemed that Bill would be part of the discussion.
The house a veritable mansion was sumptuous. The open lounge offered great views over the Harbour. The opera house was visible from the bathroom. The home was worth at least $2,000,000. It turned out that Anne was an accomplished cook. I tried to make small talk with Bill, while Anne cooked. She had soon prepared and presented a very nice evening meal. While I ate I worried at the problem of discussing Anne's case with Bill. It involved too much wild perverted sex for me. In the end I asked him to leave us to our serious talk.
Bill point blank refused. He and Anne had been together a long time and he needed to know that everything that could be done was being done. There were no secrets between them. He was a witness at least to the previous assignations between 'Dear Johnny' and Anne and the start of the fateful meeting.
I had to relent, but I was going to be very uncomfortable going over the details again. I told Anne to tell me all about her relationship with 'Dear Johnny', "I want to know all the details do not leave anything out."
Anne began, "As you know 'Dear Johnny' is, err... was a senator. He was the youngest in the senate when he was first elected 12 years ago, no 13. He is from WA and lives there or in Canberra. He has a flat he shares with someone here in Sydney. We met by chance at a masked ball for sexual deviates. He was with the Dominatrix from Canberra who I knew. She introduced us and I gave him my phone number. It was quite a while later when he called for a session, he had just been re-elected. We hit it off right away. He likes the cane. I like the riding crop. I gave him what he wanted and he gave me what I wanted. Bill does not like hurting me and is a woos regarding the cane! The Canberra Dom only gives pain!"
Bill laughed.
I shushed Bill and asked, "So you have had monthly sessions with 'Dear Johnny' for five years?'
"Yes," replied Anne.
"These sessions were documented somewhere did you keep a diary?" I looked from Anne to Bill expectantly.
