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A short while later, I pulled into Martin’s street and parked near enough to his house to watch any comings and goings.

Within minutes, he appeared with a gym bag, jumped into his car, and drove off in the opposite direction.

Yes! I grinned as he passed my hire car, oblivious to my presence. My luck was in.

My foot tapped impatiently, and I fidgeted with the strap of my bag, desperate to get on with my mission, but I forced myself to wait.

Finally, when I was sure he would not return, I left the car and slowly approached his home.

After checking nobody was watching, I slipped around the back.

Having been to his house a few times before, I knew he didn’t have an alarm or any dogs. I also knew that the back door was old and had an old mortice lock, and my handy little toolkit held a skeleton key that would open it easily.

After a bit of jiggling, the door opened, and I beamed. Cousin Joe would be so proud!

Unsure of how much time I had, I went straight to Martin’s home office. Unfortunately, the time wasted searching through it proved pointless when I found nothing of interest. In fact, it looked like it was rarely used.

Disappointed, I moved on to his bedroom. Inside his wardrobe, he had a small safe. It had a keypad, and I took out a small container of powder used for lifting prints at crime scenes and brushed the contents over the pad.

Fingerprints could be seen on four keys. It only took me a moment to realise that the numbers matched the date he’d been made detective.

Ha, easy!

A rush of excitement filled me as I grinned and keyed the date in, and the door popped open.

Just like at Mathieson’s, Martin had another passport with his photo, but a different name and an enormous pile of cash. Wow! It seemed being a corrupt officer was very lucrative. The most interesting thing, however, was a notebook which had been hidden underneath some other paperwork.

Just like before, I snapped a photo of the contents before looking through them.

The notebook held names, dates, times, and amounts. Some small amounts and some much larger amounts. I wasn’t sure what it was, but my gut told me it referred to something illegal. Otherwise, why would it be locked in here with everything else?

The notebook was obviously important, and I needed to figure out what all the entries related to, but that would take time. So, against my better judgement, I took it and slipped it into my backpack.

After closing the safe, I wiped the powder from the keypad, then made my way out of the house, ensuring the back door was locked before I left.

Back in the safety of my rental car, which I’d hired for my snooping, I laughed. That was easy! For a police officer, Martin’s security was appalling. However, it made it quicker for me to get in and out, so I wasn’t complaining.

Before heading home to change for dinner with Aunt Maisie, I drove to the nearest off-licence to grab a bottle of gin and some wine.

I’d always loved Aunt Maisie and got along well with her, even though she was a bit of a lush and loved a good drink. Tonight, I intended to use that to my advantage. The plan was to ply her with drink and, when she was passed out drunk, I’d check the house.

CHAPTER 10

MIKI

THAT SAME DAY – FINDING LITTLE MISS RED

After leaving Marko at the hotel to continue collating information on Mathieson, Vlad and I headed off to our meeting with Jim MacArthur.

Since Vlad drove, I sat back and shut my eyes, intending to go over the proposition I was about to discuss with Jim in my head. Instead, the minute I closed my eyes, all I could think about was her; the hot little Scottish lass I was longing to see again.

She’d haunted my dreams all night and as soon as I woke up this morning, I checked in with Marko, desperate for any information he had on her. Thankfully, he’d been hard at it, and now I had not only an address for Little Miss Red, but a name too.

Smiling, I turned her name over in my head; Eilidh Campbell. Very Scottish. I liked it. It fit her well.

While I knew I couldn’t get involved in anything long term with the little siren, another brief encounter wouldn’t hurt. My cock leapt, making its agreement of that idea known. Eilidh Campbell had information I wanted and when I saw her again, I planned on getting it, but I also planned on taking full advantage of the opportunity and stealing more kisses.

Hell yeah! My libido practically screamed at me as my cock hardened at the thought. I definitely wanted to get another chance to explore Little Miss Red’s lips again, along with anywhere else she might let me explore. I had thoroughly enjoyed our brief encounter, and I was sure that the little taste I had of her could be the start of something amazing if we had the chance.

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