Forty two year old Katrina Kat Grimm was a little on the tall side at 5'9. It had served her well in her career as a Police officer and detective. But that was behind her and tonight she stepped out of her normal catch my spouse cheating cases for what everyone called a wild goose chase or Kats folly. The killings the conductor had mentioned had all been committed on a train like this going between the city and Far harbor nearly four hours away. All had been committed at night, three men and two women over a period of 8 months with no discernable pattern and there had been no witnesses. Kat started investigating it in what little spare time she had but when she had finished her two active cases she didn't take on a new one, instead focusing her talents on the killer the press had briefly named the choo choo killer. She hated the name but what can you expect from rustic New England. Her investigation had led her here, where even though she knew the police had expended most of their efforts she felt the cases break would be found. See unlike the police she had discovered one and only one common fact, none of the murders had occurred on the same train twice, and by that she meant that none of the cars on any of the previous trains had been on any of the other trains where a murder had occurred. Just like this train.
The train itself was unremarkable, a simple pair of diesel electric engines pulled from the front six passenger cars. It was always six passenger cars even when the ridership dropped to nearly nothing. The cars themselves were old and somewhat dingy, smelling of to many years of people. Katrina walked to the front of the train with her coat draped over her arm and her hat in her hand. The old black conductor took notice of her but said nothing, sitting in a special seat at the front of the first carriage. Now she really began to observe and take mental notes. Her return walk was slower as she looked for anything unusual, and to see each of the other six passengers. One of them could be the killer who had taken 5 lives with a thin narrow double edged blade without leaving enough evidence that they could determine whether right or left hand, height, or even sex. Two crew up in the lead engine, the conductor and six passengers and it could all be for nothing.
The only interesting thing to happen during her stroll was one handsome guy undressing her with his eyes and making her body react as it always does to attention. Back where she started in the forth car she had now seen all but one passenger and while it really could have been any of them the mother and toddler didn't really fit and neither did the very obese guy who reminded her of one of her teachers. No, she really couldn't afford to make assumptions. The fifth car was all small cabins with doors that slid to separate them from the all that ran along the one side of the car. No one was in any of the cabins so into the sixth and final car she stepped and instantly knew the last passenger had to be here. A beautiful expensive smelling perfume hung in the otherwise stale air. This car was cabins as well and her heels made that lovely click clack sound as she walked on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
Kat stopped suddenly, there in the third cabin sat the most beautiful woman. Long red hair framed her pale face which was highlighted by lips as red as hers. Dressed in a gorgeous silver gray dress that has a row of large buttons from one shoulder down to the other hip, her legs covered in matching silver gray stockings and were stunning. On the floor was a pair of stiletto heels. Kat stared, feeling her desires building, overwhelming her need to solve a mystery. She was at her heart a very sexual woman who sometimes let the needs of the body take over.
She jumped a little when the woman just suddenly looked up and straight into her eyes. They were ice blue and seemed to see deep into Kat's soul, then there was a warm smile and the woman motioned for her to enter with one finger. Kat felt a rush of adrenaline as she slid the door open and stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind her. "My dear you are a wonderful gorgeous sight, I thought I was in for a long ride all by myself, but then you, a vision of beauty arrived, please, sit, sit, I'm Cassandra." The woman's nails were as red as her lips as she held her hand out in greeting. "Kat, well Katrina actually, and thank you for the compliment. Coming from a woman as beautiful as you it's quite something." Kat sat and realized that Cassandra was staring at her. Eyes narrowed and lips in a toothless smile, but staring. Then she noticed the woman's hands, moving from the outside of her legs to the inside, fingers slowly tracing the bottom of the dress. It was so very sensual to Kat and she could feel her nipples become very hard, pressing out against the thin bra and dress. Likewise her warmth was building, throbbing, swelling and just begging for attention. She wasn't stopping, Cassandra, her eyes never left Kat's and her fingers kept moving, but no, there was a change. Her legs were slowly spreading apart.
