Chapter 10: Amorous Actions

After exclaiming in his head, Phinn froze in the doorway to the loft. A direction to check over his shoulder at the ground floor left his brain but never reached his limbs. Instead, his body reacted automatically as blood filled the appendage down by his groin. As his gaze adjusted to the moonlight, his mind deciphered the scene spread out before him on the bed.

A head wriggled between a pair of lean thighs. The joining might have muffled audible slurping sounds, yet they sounded like loud cracks of thunder to the teenager. Higher up, near the headboard, another head flopped from side to side as moantastic whimpers left the gorgeous woman’s parted lips.

No detective work was required to determine Adora's identity. The former teen dream's face could be seen easily despite the left-to-right and right-to-left head tosses. An expression of utter bliss filled her features while she clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as a mane of dark brown hair hid the face of the woman going to town on her pussy.

Every whimper and moan from the dirty blonde beauty appeared to spur Portia on, giving her some kind of extra motivation to work her tongue faster and deeper or to add an additional finger. Despite her obscured face, Phineas had no doubt of the socialite's identity. Only the sultry vixen's dark hair, medium-sized length, and large breasts matched the woman giving Adora pleasure aplenty.

Portia also manipulated the petite actress's body, as she likely did to her mind, to get her into this scene. The brunette paused her ministrations to spread the other woman's legs farther before hooking them over her shoulders. Phinn noted this, but his attention zoomed more toward the way Portia's toned ass raised into the air as if beckoning him.

The temptation to join in on the party certainly felt like an invisible hand pulling him forward, but Phinn’s willpower and fear of rejection kept his feet firmly chained to the floor. Instead, he tore his eyes away from the remarkable rump to study Adora’s beautiful, bliss-filled face.

Despite his limited sexual experience, Phinn quickly realized the former It Girl neared an orgasm. Her lower lip quivered as her body’s squirms foretold an eruption. It came shortly after she thrust her fantastic chest upward while arching her back. A sudden scream pierced the night’s air, probably scaring off the werewolf if he or she stalked nearby.

Portia reacted quickly after the small explosion. The minx pushed her panting puppet’s legs off her shoulders before she moved to pull some other strings. The socialite started this new phase of the performance by delivering soft kisses up from the leaking pussy. Phinn twitched as the juices dripping from her chin appeared when Portia raised her head initially from Adora’s flower.

Moving upward on the tanned skin, the slutty socialite only halted her trajectory when her nose brushed against a nipple. As Adora responded by wrapping her arms around the buxom beguiler’s body, Portia licked at the globes of her bountiful bosom. After coating each melon with a fine layer of saliva, she pulled back far enough to take a puffy, pink nub into her mouth. Suckling sounds filled the loft while Adora cooed and stroked those dark brown locks.

Time seemed to stand still as Phinn lost track of it.

Eventually, Portia pulled away again, despite Adora’s whimpered pleadings. Rather than resume, the lead in this two-woman play closed the gap between their lips, molding hers around the more famous pair. The duo hummed rapturously as Portia’s tongue pushed in to tease Adora’s. The latter woman instinctively pulled her closer, tilting her head to pull her nose out of the way for a better liplock.

Only after Portia pulled back yet again to lower her mouth to nibble on Adora’s chin, dance her lips down her jawline, and descend on her neck for vampiric sucklings did Phinn snap out of his trance.

“Phinn, I found something!” Jake called over the radio. “It’s one of these eppie things or whatever they’re called. Plus, the bag it was in reeks of peanuts. It might be peanut butter.”

Physically jerking back as if he’d been slammed forcefully from behind. Phinn awoke to his circumstances. Stepping out of the doorway, he pulled out his phone to check the time.

Shit!

The ten-minute time he’d allotted for checking the barn before Flamand finished his swim had long passed. Well past fifteen minutes and pushing closer to twenty, Phinn realized that Jake must have also let the time slip his mind as he discovered a possible clue.

Without any other option, Phinn performed a last-second check on the two horny women rolling around in the hayloft. Whispering a soft curse, the teen detective hurried down the creaky stairs as quietly as possible. All the while, the final image of Portia lying on her back while Adora climbed on top in a 69-position tempted him to go back and watch.

Jake called in again, simultaneously with Phinn’s feet hitting the ground. Pulling his walkie-talkie to his mouth, the junior sleuth prepared to respond but halted as he heard sounds outside the barn. Moving on autopilot, Phinn rushed deeper inside the old structure, making it just behind the first bales of hay when the large barn door scraped open.

After a short pause, Jake called in for the third and final time. Unable to respond, Phinn listened to the breathing of the newcomer as they entered the barn. He assumed it to be Jean-Paul Flamand but couldn't risk a look until he heard the sketchy spiritualist head up the creaky stairs.

Slinking around the first hay bale, Phinn snuck behind a support post and confirmed Flamand’s identity and continued nakedness. The assumption that Jean-Paul would join the two women quickly unraveled as he turned and began to descend the stairs. Shocked, Phinn turned and rushed deeper into the barn as he heard Flamand chuckling humorously.

The decision to hide deeper behind more hay bales proved the correct call as Flamand seemed to head straight for the teen’s hiding position. Fearing discovery, Phinn attempted to make himself as small as possible.

Suddenly, a bang, a yell, and a splash sounded from outside.

“What the…” Flamand said with a start.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Phinn heard Flamand rush toward the main door and push it open. Another curse followed whatever he saw or heard. Strangely, Flamand stepped back inside the barn momentarily before yelling, "Oriri!" Afterward, he raced off, leaving the barn door partially open.

Deducing that Flamand wouldn’t return again, Phinn hurried out from his hiding spot. As he quickly moved toward the door, he could tell that Jean-Paul’s shout had startled the two lovers. Brief snippets of confused conversation filtered down while Phinn left the barn.

Immediately, Phineas saw that several of the house’s rear lights had been turned on. The one in Karter’s bedroom also flicked on as Phinn jogged through the grass. Loud, questioning voices could be heard as the teen detective spotted a person crawling out of the pool.

Dammit, what happened?

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Oh, shit! Jake screamed in his head. No, wait, he realized he’d shouted out loud only a split second before he plunged into the water.

Any air in his lungs was immediately knocked from them as Troy's body followed into the pool and slammed into the teen. **** on water, Jake struggled to push and kick off the crazy man's flailing arms and legs. Managing to free himself, Jake swam to the top to gasp for needed air. While he did so, Troy sank further into the bottom.

After realizing the other man's predicament, Jake grimaced and then plunged underneath again. At first, the athletic teen couldn't locate the potentially drowning man, but then several lights outside the house flicked on. The extra light quickly gave away Troy's location, which allowed Jake to grab him and pull him up.

After breaking the surface, Jake worried that he’d need to perform CPR or something. Fortunately, Troy began coughing up water, dropping Jake’s concern.

“Ohmigawd! Jake!” Leighton screamed from the balcony.

“I’m okay!”

“Wha…What happened?” Troy asked, still gasping for air as he reached the edge of the pool’s far end.

“Seriously?” Jake challenged, treading water in the middle of the pool. “You knocked us off the balcony!”

“I did?” Troy repeated in bewilderment. Either the small-time actor’s lack of roles wasn’t due to his talent, or he appeared truly surprised.

“You attacked me!” Jake shot back.

The first on the scene, albeit up top on the balcony, Leighton surveyed the damage. Besides the missing portion of the railing, the redhead also noticed the screen door hanging oddly on one hinge. Spotting an item lying on the balcony, she hurriedly grabbed it as Selene exited the hallway’s door.

Karter followed not much later, the same with Marie.

“Holy Moley!” Yvonne exclaimed, arriving to see the damage. At once, she and Marie turned around to race downstairs.

Seeing Phinn jogging to the side of the house before disappearing, Leighton rushed inside as well. While her aunt and Marie reached the ground and split up, the lady of the house hurried outside, and the housekeeper rushed to grab the first-aid kit. Leighton ran down the hallway to the side door.

However, she swiftly ducked into the dining room as the door opened, and she could tell it wasn't Phineas in the moonlight behind the glass window. Hidden in the room's darkness, Leighton desperately wanted to confront the nude Jean-Paul but held off. Instead, she heard him head toward the foyer before leaving the dining room to see Phinn enter.

A quick wave sent Leighton out the back door to join her aunt. Phinn appeared a minute later as Troy and Jake bickered from different sides of the patio, with the pool separating them. From above, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard until Selene’s voice caused the two young men to stop.

“Someone was inside the spiritual room, and they entered Corseer’s office!”

“My goodness!’ Yvonne exclaimed. “Where is Jean-Paul?”

“I am here.”

The announcement from the ballroom door shocked Leighton. Glancing over at Phinn, they seemed to agree that although Flamand now stood dressed in a robe, they couldn’t comprehend how he had time to rush upstairs and get to the ballroom so swiftly. Phinn rapidly deduced that, despite his starting up the stairs, Jean-Paul never went more than a few steps.

Did someone throw down a robe to him? Or did he have one stashed downstairs in case he encountered anyone while nude?

“Which of you violated our fellowship’s inner sanctum?” Flamand questioned, his voice cold and emotionless.

“Wasn’t me,” Jake denied instantly.

“Lies!” Selene screeched, actually pointing a finger down at him in an accusatory manner.

“Troy?” Jean-Paul inquired, shifting his attention to the sheepish young man.

“I…I was only lo-looking for Adora,” Troy stammered. Then, he suddenly seemed to recall, “I heard voices inside the rooms and opened the door to find him inside!”

Phinn struggled to think of a decent excuse for Jake to be inside the former nursery and governess’s rooms at such a late hour. Jake had the same problem, hemming and hawing as Marie checked him over. Spotting a cut on his back, she bandaged it before going over to Troy.

“I didn’t mean to go in there…It was an accident!”

Phinn fought off the urge to palm his face at the horrible excuse. Fortunately, Leighton stepped in to help.

“Jake did go into the wrong door. He meant to go through the hallway door near Catherine’s bedroom.”

“That makes no sense! Why should we believe such a–” Selene broke off her tirade with a simple raised hand from Jean-Paul down on the patio.

“Explain,” he ordered, his piercing gaze falling on Jake.

“He wanted to return to his room that way because Cat’s at the hospital,” Leighton interjected before Jake could open his mouth. “I thought it was the best way to sneak out of my bedroom.”

“Huh?” Jake sounded as everyone’s eyes shot over to stare at Leighton.

“That means…”

“Gadzooks!” Yvonne exclaimed. “I knew it! Young love blossoms again! I’m so happy for you, dear.

Up on the balcony, an unnoticed Paisley scoffed while shaking her head at the excuse. Without a care, she headed back toward her bedroom.

"Uh, yeah, right," Jake agreed after Phinn prodded him to respond with an insistent hand motion. "I accidentally went through the wrong door. Before I could turn around, Troy stormed inside, demanding to know Adora's whereabouts. He whipped open the connecting door but didn't see anyone. The next thing I knew, he was charging at me in a jealous rage."

“Interesting. Don’t you sleep inside the former nursery? How come you weren’t in there when Troy checked?” Phinn challenged.

"How dare you question Master Flamand in such a manner?!" Selene hissed, her fury-filled voice echoing down to the ground floor.

“It is fine,” Jean-Paul stated, calmly raising his hand again to quiet his assistant. “Catherine’s near-**** deeply troubled me. I sense the Evil One may have played a part and needed to meditate over my concerns.”

“Jeepers!” Yvonne exclaimed in fright.

“Bullshit,” Karter remarked in a stage whisper.

“How dare you?!” Selene challenged, hissing at him to go back to bed.

"Where is AD? Portia, too?" Leighton whispered to Phinn.

“You don’t want to know,” he mumbled back.

“Where are the girls?” Yvonne asked, almost as if sensing Leighton’s question. “We should find them. What if they are in danger?”

“That’s what I was doing!” Troy insisted.

“Are you sure you don’t want him kicked out of the house?” Leighton double-checked with Phinn as Jake joined them.

“Perhaps they are out front,” Jean-Paul suggested, causing Troy to run inside. The spiritualist, Yvonne, and Marie followed the worried boyfriend.

Phinn held up a finger as a pleased shout of “Adora!” came from inside.

“I bet her story will be even more of a doozy compared to young camp love blooming again,” the smartass sleuth speculated.

“Zip it. That’s the best I could come up with on short notice. And you’re welcome,” Leighton said. “I also picked up your walkie-talkie before Selene noticed it.”

“I thought it was a good excuse,” Jake commented, smiling at his new fake summer girlfriend.

"Of course you would," Phinn replied, rolling his eyes. "As for Troy, he may be violent, but he's also predictable. I still prefer he stick around for now. Plus, Adora's excuse, and if he buys it, should be an indicator of her acting skills."

“Where was AD?” the redhead asked again.

“Later,” the brainy investigator said, straining to eavesdrop on the conversation inside the house. “It appears that Adora and Portia are claiming they were on the front porch, discussing Cat’s allergic reaction. And clueless Troy meets the low expectations by buying the terrible lie.”

“Clueless? The guy found me inside that room and went ballistic. I mean, you should’ve seen the crazed look in his eyes, and then he claimed not to remember what he did? He’s a psycho!”

“It's like a red haze descending. Troy falls into a murderous rage, almost blacking out, and forgets what happened,” Leighton remarked in a hushed tone.

“Hogwash,” Phinn replied. “Troy isn’t special or extra dangerous. He’s like most jealous boyfriends we encounter.”

“Oh, you encounter many of them? How come? Are you stealing everyone’s girlfriend in Edgewater?” Leighton teased, causing Jake to chuckle.

“No, not me. Jake. Just a few weeks ago, he jeopardized our case by getting jumped by his ex-teammate, the ex-boyfriend of his summer fling. Or did you forget Kevin Armstrong so swiftly?”

“Whoa! C’mon, Phinn. There’s no need to bring up Kevin and what happened,” Jake declared as the redhead’s amusement now turned toward him.

“Well, it seems fair for your newest summer love to know why you’re available. Don’t you think so, Miss Ledford?”

“I do. Thank you, Phineas,” Leighton replied, flashing a mischievous smile. “Maybe I should ask the other girls what to do with Jake’s wandering eye.”

“No, no, you don’t! Oh, come on. I’m not even getting laid in this fake relationship,” Jake whined.

“Who says you won’t?” Phinn challenged, earning a slug to his shoulder from their client.

---

“You saw what?!” Jake squealed after reading the note Phinn wrote on his phone.

“Shhh!” his partner shushed.

The two investigators had recently woken up the following morning. Already nearing eleven, a quick trip to the kitchen for a drink revealed that most of the house had slept in after last night’s excitement. Opting for breakfast biscuits rather than to spoil their appetites for lunch, the boys showered and changed before Phinn revealed what he’d caught Adora and Portia doing in the hay loft.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“It’s always later. I want to hear the juicy details now!”

“We’ll have plenty of time later,” Phinn hinted.

“Did you get a video?”

“Eww, no! That’s creepy.”

“C’mon, you at least took some pictures, right?”

“Stop begging, Jake. It’s a bad look for you,” Phinn said, leading them out of their rooms.

“What? It’s not like one of them isn’t an actress. I’m sure she’d loved the attention.”

“I’m not arguing. Both would. But that’s still an invasion of their privacy,” Phinn reminded as they walked into the foyer.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jake replied, practically moping as he walked.

“Hold on. Something’s happening,” Phinn noted, voices in the den alerting him to several people inside.

Journeying through the library, the high school gumshoes stopped outside the den’s door, where Paisley stood. Turning her nose up at Phinn, she flicked her fingers to get her cousin’s attention. Inside the room, Leighton caught the motion, bringing her toward the door.

“Hazel’s calling from the hospital. Catherine is going to be fine,” the redhead reported. “She’s probably well enough to be discharged, but the doctor prefers she spend another night for observation.”

“The local hospital knows Catherine has money and wants to milk her stay,” Paisley stated.

“That’s possible,” her cousin acknowledged.

“Cat’s also a celebrity. I bet she’s a big draw at the hospital. Maybe she’s visiting all the sick kids,” Jake pointed out.

“You haven’t seen the place. Calling it a hospital is beyond generous,” the pale blonde remarked. “It does not have a sick ward for children.”

“That is also a fair point,” Leighton agreed.

“So, we can visit Cat?” Adora asked once Yvonne hung up. “I couldn’t tell for sure as the phone had too much static.”

“Yes, we can visit,” Yvonne revealed, staring at the phone. “I should call the phone company. It’s getting so much worse.”

“Excellent news about Catherine,” Jean-Paul proclaimed, clapping his hands. The sound of his voice and loud clap startled the teens, as none of them heard or sensed him come up behind them. “Unfortunately, we have a session planned shortly.”

“Goodness gracious! I nearly forgot,” the strawberry blonde admitted. “I’m sorry, dear.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure I can find the hospital. I’ll take Troy with me,” Adora responded.

“Fudgeberries. I don’t know. It can be tricky to find, and smartphones aren’t the best around here,” Yvonne fretted.

“Actually, Leighton and Paisley would love to visit Catherine. I’m sure one of them knows the way,” Phinn offered, surprising the cousins.

“What a wonderful idea!” Yvonne squealed, hurrying over to kiss both of Phinn’s cheeks. “We’re on the same wavelength!”

“I don’t know, Aunt Yvonne–”

“We’ll take you, AD!” Leighton nearly shouted, cutting off her cousin. “How about making it a girls’ trip and bringing Portia?”

“Oh, I don’t know if she’s interested,” Adora replied, blushing.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” Phinn suggested in an overly chipper voice.

“Agreed!” Yvonne said, sending the adults on their separate ways to prepare for their day.

“What the hell, Farris?” Paisley growled, grabbing his shirt and shoving him against the door.

“Warm up a bit, huh? I had a reason for sending you, and it’s not to be a dick,” Phinn responded. “Somebody needs to check on Catherine to see what she remembers. Did the food or anyone’s demeanor seem off? Did she notice someone near the food earlier? Those types of questions.”

“Why can’t you ask? That’s why we brought–” Paisley began to say until Jake covered her mouth with his hand.

“Considering that we just met Cat, it might seem odd if we rushed off,” Phinn whispered. “Besides, Jake and I have plans.”

“We do?” his partner questioned.

“We do,” Phinn acknowledged. “Get packed for a hike.”

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“What? Why did you wait two days to tell me?” Jake questioned, his voice filled with hurt. “You had your hands all over Portia while she and Adora flaunted their tits!”

“I also had my hands all over Yvonne. And–”

“That doesn’t make me feel better!”

“And I had them on Paisley.”

"Okay, that I can understand not wanting to admit," Jake remarked. "But, holy shit! Portia really gave you a handjob while Adora watched?"

"Hazel and Paisley also watched," Phinn reminded. He'd already told the whole story. Yet, his partner seemed to have lost track once he heard who was topless. "What's the big deal? You saw Adora topless before your horseback trip."

“And you not only got jerked off by a hottie; you watched her and a goddess go at it last night,” Jake complained before he got suspicious. “Wait! You knew you’d find them licking each other. That’s why you wanted to switch our roles!”

“No, I did not suspect that’s what I’d find. Besides, I switched our roles because of your damn werewolf obsession. Which, I might add, you’ve forgotten about,” Phinn noted.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Jake denied, swinging his head around to each side. “I’ve been watching the woods for the foul beast.”

“Sure you have. Can you even tell me where Flamand and Yvonne went?” Phinn asked as they reached a fork in the trail.

“That way," Jake stated confidently, pointing to the left side.

“Nope,” Phinn replied, leading them to the trail on the right.

“Damn,” Jake grumbled.

“I didn’t tell you for this exact reason. You’d get distracted by beautiful women with large breasts.”

“Hey! I also like women with smaller breasts. I’m not a size king,” Jake protested.

“Yes, I apologize. You’re into equal opportunities for any attractive woman, regardless of bra size.”

“Damn straight.”

"However, you do drool more over bigger breasts while falling under an enchantment."

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe? Shall I remind you of our last case?” Phinn inquired.

"Alright! I might have lost my focus when it came to Regina. It's not my fault. Slutty, big-titted temptresses are my kryptonite," Jake admitted.

“You have many forms of kryptonite.”

“Didn’t Superman?”

“I’m not only talking about Regina Tarr. She was your third distraction or slip-up. What about the historical society stakeout or the boat trip?” Phinn queried.

“It’s not my fault. I’m like a lesser version of Troy. Rather than turn into a red rage of jealousy, I get horny around big, nude breasts. Trina had a great pair, but her roommate…Fuck!” Jake explained, but before he could finish, he noticed his partner rolling his eyes. “It’s not like Luke and Andre didn’t get distracted, too.”

“Luke and Andre are not detectives,” Phinn pointed out before shushing Jake.

They'd reached the gazebo, where Leighton suggested many of the sessions took place. Situated by a small creek that ran through the Ellison property until it reached a portion of the marsh, Leighton had described the small building as one of her favorite places to spend time while visiting. Roughly twenty feet wide, the octagonal building had the classic gazebo look, with white spindles, a black-shingled roof, and a white oval cupola. The screened sides proved to be another selling point for a visit to this insect-filled environment.

Snapping out of his daydreaming about women, Jake immediately took charge. Holding out a hand, they slowly backed up until they were hidden again from the area. Searching both sides of the trail, Phinn gestured to a spot on their left, but Jake shook his head, indicating they should enter the woods on their right side.

Quietly and carefully, the pair of investigators picked their way around the foliage until they reached an especially large tree. Pulling out his binoculars, Jake tested their sightline before shaking his head and moving over to a tree with an even wider trunk that could hide both of them. Another test earned a nod, leading Phinn to join him. Taking off his backpack, the skinnier sleuth also pulled out his smaller mini-binoculars.

A scan of the gazebo found eight patio chairs with cushions and a long table. Strawberry-haired Yvonne could be seen already seated in one chair while Jean-Paul moved around the gazebo. The spiritualist held what appeared to be a black case that opened like a book. They watched as he pulled items in three different colors out and placed them in specific locations, almost as if by prearranged habit.

“Are those crystals?” Jake whispered.

“I’m guessing rose quartz, citrine, and amethyst, based on their colors,” Phinn replied, focusing on the crystals and gemstones.

“He’s pulling out a blackish one,” the stocky detective said, his voice almost asking for an explanation from his more knowledgeable partner.

“Black tourmaline. It’s supposed to repel negative energy and provide protection.”

“To protect from this Evil One?”

“Possibly. If Flamand is running a con, he needs a boogeyman to scare his followers into essentially buying protection,” Phinn speculated. “I’d assume that at some point, this Wolfram Voelker will make an appearance.”

“So, do you think what I found in his room is proof that he caused Cat’s allergic reaction?” Jake asked.

“It’s the likeliest explanation. The EpiPen could be written off as possibly for Flamand, but the strong peanut smell is highly damning. He has to know about Cat’s peanut allergy.”

“But why take that risk. She could’ve died,” Jake pointed out.

“The question is where that EpiPen was when Cat’s allergic reaction happened. Did Flamand or Selene have it concealed on them? You weren’t there, but Selene attempted to keep everyone away from Catherine. Only Benji recognized the signs, found her injector, and shoved Selene aside while she waited for Flamand to appear,” Phinn recounted.

“Damn! Do you think Flamand planned to swoop in and inject her? Maybe he wanted to act as if he had great healing powers,” Jake suggested.

“That does sound plausible, but I don’t know how he could’ve injected Cat without any of us seeing him do it. Sure, Selene could have tried to block the view. However, it feels too risky,” Phinn admitted, sounding unsure about the scene he witnessed. “Something felt off about it all. I can’t place what it was, but it troubles me.”

“Whoa!”

Phinn raised his binoculars after his partner's exclamation and hissed. Yvonne had dropped her sundress, leaving her fully naked. Both teens quietly admired the quirky woman's figure. From their view, her large breasts didn't show any signs of sagging, and her curvy ass looked very firm.

They watched as Jean-Paul offered Yvonne a hand to help her climb onto the table. There, she lay down on her back, with Flamand walking around while chanting softly. The two investigators shared curious expressions. Not a single aspect of the girls’ aunt struck them as a woman who would easily disrobe in public.

For several minutes, Jean-Paul’s body blocked most of their view of Yvonne. However, they eventually heard moans right before he shifted, allowing them to see the thirty-four-year-old woman’s legs parted lewdly. The spiritualist’s hand might be obscured, but the teens knew where it had to be.

“The hell?” Jake responded.

Moans increased in volume and frequency as the next several minutes passed. As Yvonne spread her legs wider, she also raised them to bring her knees up. This seemingly allowed Flamand easier access as his arm motioned back and forth rapidly. Phinn wished they had moved closer initially, not because he wanted to watch but to hear what Flamand had to say. The man seemed to never stop speaking in a low tone.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Yvonne moaned, bringing her left arm up to cup her heaving breast. “More! Give me more!”

Flamand leaned over to ask a question while pausing his fingerbanging.

“Please…please!” Yvonne pleaded because of the pleasure withholding.

Phinn raised his gaze to the man’s face to find a sneer plastered across it as he resumed his efforts.

“I fucking love it! Fuck yes!” Yvonne squealed, squeezing her breast roughly while her other hand flailed around, unsure where to go. “Soooo fucking good!”

Phinn and Jake lowered their binoculars to share another look. They both recognized that this didn’t seem like the Yvonne they’d met or her nieces described. Everyone said she never swore in a vulgar way.

A bark from Flamand brought them back to the action.

“Belong…ugh…to..ugh…you!” Yvonne cried. Both of her hands now kneaded her breasts wildly.

"Who?!" Flamand demanded loudly enough for the boys to hear.

"My…ugh…love!" Yvonne shrieked as her back arched and her head was thrown back. "My…yes…master!"

Jake turned away in disgust as Yvonne bellowed her orgasm. Phinn continued to watch before shifting the direction of his binoculars while he mulled the latest development.

As a cold feeling of hate towards Jean-Paul Flamand welled up inside the brainy detective, he suddenly discovered a surprising sight in his lens. Another person wearing a hooded jacket watched the unsettling scene inside the gazebo from the opposite side of the building.

“Crap! It’s the same guy,” Phinn hissed, drawing Jake’s attention.

“What?”

“Look,” Phinn directed, pointing in the direction. “It has to be the same man that Troy chased when we arrived.”

"Holy shit! It's the same jacket, at least," Jake said, lowering his binoculars to find Phinn strapping on his backpack. "We're going after him? We're going after him."

While Jake gathered his things, Phinn had already started to move further to their right and deeper into the woods. The strange, creepy scene they’d witnessed between Flamand and Yvonne could wait for now. Leighton and Paisley needed to be informed of the danger that Phinn sensed looming over the estate.

For now, they had a new target: the mysterious watcher.