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It was a hot summer day in Los Angeles, 102 in the shade last I checked.

There's a kind of heat that makes people act a little wild.

They become reckless, sometimes even dangerous.

The one thing a guy in my profession can be sure of is that on a hot day, the

murder rate in the City of Angels arrives as fast as the mercury on a

thermometer.

From Ms. Judith Shaw.

Do you live here?

Uh, yes.

May I say who's calling?

Walker Royce.

I have a few questions concerning the clone she made with my company.

Uh, is Ms. Shaw expecting you, Mr. Royce?

About as much as we were expecting her husband to drop dead. But he did. Now

has a cool million coming her way. As long as she has the right answers to a

of her questions.

I'm glad she got here.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Mr. Shaw was a good provider.

Well, he was alive.

Yep. I'm sure the way the widow has it figured, he'll be a good provider now

that he's dead, too.

Yes, well, I'll inform Mrs. Shaw that you're here.

You do that.

Do you mind?

That piece you are so carelessly holding is quite priceless.

Excuse me for getting my dirty little hands all over it.

Are you accustomed to just touching whatever catches your eye?

No, because if I was, I'd have my dirty little hands all over you right now.

You don't believe in beating around the bush, do you?

On the contrary, I beat around the bush as often as I can.

You can't be a friend of Judith.

You're too much of a flirt.

Judith? Mrs. Shaw.

Don't you even know whose house you're in?

From the way you were so concerned about things around here, I thought this was

your house.

You think so? Well, you should see just how protective I am when Judith is

around.

I take it you and Mrs. Shaw are somewhat close.

You know, you should really call her Judith.

Shaw was the name of her husband, and he's dead now.

Terrible thing to happen to such a young man.

I suppose, but life still goes on.

You don't seem to be too broken up about the recent death.

We weren't that close.

But you did know him.

As well as I know any man.

I knew what he liked to do when his wife wasn't around.

I knew how to get him off, but then again, I knew how to get her off, too.

Mr. Roy, Miss Shaw will see you now.

She's out by the pool, sunning herself.

Oh, lucky me.

Judith Shaw was even more beautiful than I had been warned she would be by the

cops who investigated her husband's death.

They found her to be above suspicion.

My guess was she smiled at them once and then became putty in her hand.

Watching her now, I could see why the cops were so quick to believe her story

concerning her rich husband's death.

A beautiful woman can mess with a man's logic.

But not with me.

The better a woman looks, the more I suspect her.

And by the look of things, I was going to be suspecting this woman a whole lot.

Nice day, ain't it?

It was.

Sorry if my coming here has spoiled things for you.

I can't imagine anyone in your profession being sorry about anything,

I'll be quite frank with you, Mrs. Shaw.

I rather enjoyed my visit here at your house.

I'm delighted.

You have some restrooms?

Sure. How's this for starters?

Did you kill your husband, Mr. Shaw? The police said I didn't.

The police don't have to pay you a million bucks in life insurance, but my

company does.

I'm confident your company can afford it.

Yeah, sure. They'll just raise all the auto insurance rates for the poor slobs

who live in L .A., but they'd still rather keep the money you're due.

So why don't you tell us how it really happened, Mr. Shaw?

When I have to read the police reports, I've told them all I've got to say.

Did you tell them your husband was sleeping with other women?

Did you tell them how you might have felt about that?

How should I have felt, Mr. Floyd?

Mad as hell, I imagine.

Maybe even mad enough to do the two -timer in.

Look, let me tell you something.

My husband had tons of affairs, and I knew about all of them.

I even arranged for some of them.

Surprised?

Not really.

Well, then maybe I should try harder.

There's so many wild times on here, it's so hard for me to figure out which one

to tell you.

Why don't you start with the one that did it?

Maybe it was that cute little tough girl I met inside.

Noah?

No, Noah wasn't with Ronald that night. See, I have been saving her for myself.

Now, maybe you'd like to hear the one about Stacy.

I'd love to hear about Stacy.

Maybe if you tell me the story right, I can relive it tonight in front of my

toilet. Oh, I'd like you to do that while you think of me, Mr. Rose.

But think about this.

Maybe it'll warm you up.

When my husband fucked Stacy, he did it right over there.

In our bedroom.

In our bed.

Hope you at least change the sheets afterwards.

And why should I have?

I love sleeping on sheets that smell like shit.

Did they?

How could they not have?

When Ronald used to come, he used to come all over.

Hmm.

All right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, you always do.

I gotta say something for Judith. After all, I am a married man.

Oh, Judith is corny. Just give her some money and send her around the town.

I want some more now.

I guess there's no saying no to you, huh?

That's right.

Give me your hand.

What are you doing?

Oh, we're getting kinky, aren't we? Like it?

I like everything you do.

I

like

this.

That's right, you're tonguing me.

Oh,

yeah.

That's right, baby.

Help me.

suffocated under a sweet pussy but i can't imagine ronald envisioning a

way to go the stacy girl says it was you that was with him that last time she's

lying but it doesn't matter the police determined it was an accidental death

regardless of who was riding my husband's face that's reputable your

accident may not have been such an accident considering the motives of the

people around him you truly think i'm the murderer then i must make you very

nervous mr royce you make me sweat honey

A few women do that to me.

We'll come back again sometime, and I'll make you sweat a little more.

But for right now, I'm getting tired of this game.

Well, I'll have to think of a new game for you to play.

I really don't want you getting bored of me.

Funny thing about beautiful women.

They love to drive men crazy.

They seem to live for it.

At least these two do.

Well,

I have a few things I might be able to tell you.

Like, why don't you come back tonight, and why don't you come back to the

backyard gate, and if I have a fire burning in the wood pit, that means it's

good time to meet. And if not, well...

Eat bestly fast.

Well, I prefer to do things slow, honey.

That'll be there.

You start the fire, I'll bring the marshmallows to roast.

Great.

I had never been the one to turn down the invitation of a pretty woman to meet

after dark.

Especially if she was going to tell me something that might help me with the

cave.

And even more so, especially if she had nice fists.

The housekeeper, Marie, certainly fit the bill in both cases.

She had a fire burning, just as she said she would.

It was a nice warm invitation, but there were hotter things burning that night.

Roy! I never thought that you would come.

I mean, I'd come every chance I had.

And I'm sure that's quite a lot.

Would you come down here?

No.

You should have known me when I was 19.

Maurice used to pop out more frequently than a bird in a coop o 'clock.

I sense that about you.

You seem like the type of man that takes life for all that it has to offer.

Mr.

Shaw used to say that.

Not as long

as you're here.

You're still angry at you this year, aren't you?

Maybe. For taking him from you.

For that lesbian friend of hers.

You'd like to get back at both of them, wouldn't you?

I didn't say that.

You don't need to say it, darling. Your body language is all I need to hear.

Good.

Take this off.

What's in here?

Lay down here.

Mr. Roy, you have such a nice cock.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You feel good.

That's the only thing.

Where's Mrs. Shaw now?

She's in the house.

She with Noah?

No, she's alone.

I can't prove that she did it.

Just tell me what you know. I'll do the proving.

All I know is what Noah told me. She said it a week before the accident.

Mr. Shaw was there. He heard it, too.

Said what?

That Mrs. Shaw would bury him.

Why did Mr. Shaw take this piece of news?

Like anything, he thought it was a joke.

He laughed.

Maybe so, but I'm sure he wasn't the last one to laugh, now was he?

It's not funny, Mr. Shaw.

Nola says your wife's going to bury you.

Yeah, of course she will. The way I carry on, I'll probably die of a heart

attack while fucking half a dozen women at once.

Now just make sure I'm one of those women, Ronald.

Why, so you can report back to Judith on everything I do?

Now you know you like it when I report to her.

It gives you a hard -on to know that she knows.

It's a good thing I do like it. You'd be out of here on your butt.

Surely you can think of better things to do with my butt.

You know I can't.

It's a little

warm, doesn't it, Tony? Mm -hmm.

Ha ha.

Are you scared of the bull?

Oh, yes.

That's all.

Oh, yeah.

Oh God.

Oh.

He's better on you.

I think I'm going to have that heart attack now.

Nola made it sound like it was a joke. And Mr. Shaw laughed at the thought that

his wife would want to kill him.

Yeah, it's got me in stitches, too.

You wait here. I'm going to have a talk with Mrs. Shaw.

Maybe her lips are a little looser in the dark.

Come in, Mr. Royce. I've been expecting you.

Guilty people usually do expect me.

It has nothing to do with that.

I just knew you'd come back.

I could tell by the way you looked at me earlier.

How's that, Mr. Shaw?

Like a thirsty man looks at a cold glass of beer.

Well, I must try to remember to keep my tongue in my mouth.

I wouldn't dream of asking you to do that.

That's right. You like tongues, don't you, Mrs. Shaw?

You like to feel them as you sit on a man's face.

And I bet the more he squirms, the more you like it.

You in the mood to find out whether you're right or not?

What are you suggesting?

Follow me and find out.

Provided you think you're man enough.

Bet you thought I was afraid to really do that.

To the contrary, I was counting on it.

Most men like it, Matt.

It's best not to have any risk involved.

Oh, there's no risk.

You wouldn't try anything with me.

Your maid knows I'm here.

Of course she does.

Who do you think told her, who are you up here?

Tell me something.

Was it you?

Was it your husband that day he died?

I told you.

It wasn't us.

But was it you?

Well, if it excites you to think so, then it was me.

No, be quiet. And be still.

And enjoy this like it's the last thing you're ever going to enjoy.

Oh, you're just playing a game with me.

You're not really going to do anything?

You know, I don't even think it was you anymore who killed your husband.

You're still doing the theory, Mr. Roy.

Be patient.

The facts will soon come out.

You're going to have to do better than that. I'm used to doing this best.

Mm.

I had you going there for a moment, didn't I?

I'll admit, I thought this was going to be my last great moment.

I hope I didn't disappoint you.

How could I be disappointed?

I'll tell you the truth.

I was half hoping you weren't guilty.

I hate to see a pretty woman like you wasting away in prison.

And how do you know I'm not guilty?

Well, I don't think you killed your husband.

Besides, if you did, you would have killed me just now.

The night is still young, Miss Joyce, and your hands are still tied.

Forget it, Judith.

You've left me once, but not twice.

I think so.

Sure, I'll give you a little tongue.

But you're not going to sit there until I suffocate.

How can you be so sure of that?

Call it a nap.

Besides, you haven't taken an insurance policy out on me. I'm getting a million

dollars from your company, Mr. Royce. How much richer do I need to be?

That's it.

Give me that tongue.

As long as I'm not the killer, you have nothing to fear.

Do you?