Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 27

The following morning, as Jenny rides Charlie, she sees a familiar figure waiting by the track.

“Good morning, Mr Bennett.”

“Good morning, Jennifer. I was hoping I would find you.” Chad’s father sounds unfriendly. “I’d like a word while Chad’s not around.”

“Oh? What about?”

“What’s this I hear about you going to university?” His arms are folded, his eyes flat.

Her face falls. “I haven’t decided yet. I was just looking at the prospectus to see what it was all about.”

“And what put this idea in you head? Physics is it?”

“I’d like to. And Mr Kalkowski said….”

Mr Bennett cuts her short, snapping a forefinger towards her. “That old man's job is to teach you to read and write and add a column of figures well enough to balance your bank account. Not to fill you with air-headed nonsense and impossible fantasies. You want to marry my son. Yes?”

She nods, fighting back tears.

“That's fine Jenny. We all like you. But you can't be both a good wife and go to university. It's one or the other. If I find you carrying on with this foolishness, I'll stop the marriage. I'm not having you hurting Chad through negligence. Do you understand me/”

Her head hangs. “Yes, sir.”

*****

The Present - Klempner

“Sir, she’s back.”

“Jennifer?”

“Yes, sir. She’s in the Haswell Building. She was sighted at one of the penthouse windows.”

Klempner’s face is sour. “You did tell me, Bech, that we were keeping a close eye on those offices. How does she come to be in there and we didn’t see her arrive?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m trying to find out. Sir, following your instructions, I have been trying to learn who Elizabeth Haswell is, or more accurately, who she was before she married….”

“And?”

“Sir, for the wife of such a prominent figure, there is astonishingly little information about her. It's as though she only came into existence a couple of years ago.”

Klempner’s head tilts. “I'm listening.”

“There is almost nothing in the papers. I had assumed, wrongly as it turns out, that the wedding would have been a high-profile, society event. In fact, it was very low key, and I only managed to track any information at all from Central Records, which of course provided the date and place of the marriage, names of witnesses and of course, the maiden name of the bride.”

“And the name was?”

“Sir, Elizabeth Haswell’s maiden name was ‘Kimberley’.”

Klempner laughs; a short bark of a sound, entirely devoid of humour. “And there we have our connection.”

“Yes, sir. Sir, do you want me to track her further?”

“I do, yes. Track her down, Bech; where she came from. Everything you can learn about her. Let’s find out where our two ladies link up.”

“Very well, sir. Can you give me any more information as a starting point? Did you know anything about the family of Michelle Kimberley?”

“No, she said almost nothing about them.”