Mrs. Hunter... in her underwear?

Stepping carefully down the stairs, with the blonde maid helping her, was the woman from the wedding photo found in Jewel's things. She was, of course, a bit older than she was in the photo, but age hardly affected her beauty. The brunette was still a striking woman; in fact, one would argue that growing older only made her more beautiful. She was much more lush and matronly now, with her mature body showing many generous curves.

That body was on full display to Daniel at the moment, as the woman was wearing nothing but her underwear. Very sexy underwear. Her bra was black and lacy, holding up her full, heavy breasts whilst showing off the deep cleaving created by the pale slopes. Around her lower half was a tiny black thong, a garment which did nothing to hide the magnificent globes of her butt. Her legs were also quite spectacular, very toned and very long, seeming to go on for miles.

With great difficulty, Daniel was able to keep eye contact as he introduced himself. "Good afternoon. I'm Detective Daniel Sihn, Miami Metro." He showed her his badge. "Pamela Hunter?"

"Um, yes. Yes I am." The woman seemed worried for some reason, and though she hid it well, Daniel's eyes were sharp and he was able to tell that she was very nervous. "Please, officer. Have a seat."

"Thank you," he said as he sat down on the couch. "And it's detective," he added.

"Sorry, detective." Penelope sat across from him in the recliner. "Tracy, could you please get us something to drink?" Daniel noted that her green eyes were slightly bloodshot, and that she smelled heavily of booze. "What would you like, detective?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing for me, thank you."

The widow nodded and leaned back into her seat to get more comfortable, crossing her mile-long legs in the process. Daniel tried very hard not to stare. "I'll take my usual, Tracy."

The maid curtsied before flouncing off towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Hunter rubbed at her sore eyes, looking for all the world like she was about to doze off, but quickly shook herself awake. "Oh, shit. Sorry. I'm so hung over right now," she laughed, causing Daniel to raise an eyebrow. "Anyway, how can I help you today, detective?"

"Yes, I just needed to ask you a few questions. About your husband, Joseph."

"He's dead," she stated simply.

"I am well aware, ma'am. I'm here to..." Daniel stopped talking when Penelope leaned forward, rubbing at her temples. The motion almost caused her large breasts to pop out of her tight bra.

The widow noticed where his eyes were and sat up quickly, causing her chest to bounce enticingly. "Oh, God! Sorry! I didn't realize how I was dressed. It's usually just Tracy and my son around, you see, and I like to stay comfortable. Um, if I'm making you uncomfortable, I could put on a robe."

A large part of Daniel desperately wanted to say NO, wanted her to stay as she was so he could continue ogling those acres of flesh. Unfortunately for that part of him, the part that was a professional police officer was much larger. "Yes, ma'am. If you could, I think that would be best."

Mrs. Hunter left, eventually returning much more covered up in a pink terrycloth robe. With the distracting scenery gone, the young detective began his inquiries. "I'm currently investigating a case where some of your late husband's effects were found in the suspect's possession. I was wondering, have you seen these items before?" He pulled out the driver's license, credit card, and photos from his pocket and placed them onto the coffee table for Penelope to examine. He had taken them from the rest of the evidence since they were the items most directly linked to Joseph Hunter. All except for the plane ticket, but he definitely couldn't show her that since it tended to float whenever you set it down.

The beautiful woman leaned over and began examining the items, which caused her robe to gape open revealing her deep cleavage to Daniel's gaze. The detective sighed in irritation; he was so gonna get blue balls tonight.

"Yes, these belonged to my husband, I'm sure of it." Penelope picked up the two photographs, staring wistfully at the wedding photo. "I'm sure he had these on him when he..." Her eyes began to water.

"Mrs. Hunter, I'm very sorry for making you relive these painful memories," Daniel told her.

"It's alright," she said, rubbing away the tears from her eyes before smiling. "It was a long time ago. Frankly, I'm surprised that bastard can still get me so teary-eyed after all he did to us."

The detective narrowed his eyes. "Was Mr. Hunter... abusive?"

"What? Oh, no. Nothing that bad." Penelope looked down at the wedding photo again before continuing. "He was having an affair. Actually, he had several. He was with one of his bimbos on his boat when he vanished into the Triangle."

Daniel made note of the revelation. "I see. Do you have any idea how these items could have made their way back to Miami?"

The widow began to shake her head when a sudden thought struck her. "Actually... yes, now that I think about it. Several days ago a pawn shop called me saying that a homeless man had sold them some of my husband's belongings. I visited them and the owner showed me a briefcase that my husband owned, containing many of his effects. He wanted to give it back to me, but I refused. I... I didn't want any old memories or... feeling coming back." The woman dropped the photos back on the tabletop.

"I see. I understand." Daniel gathered all the items and stuffed them back into his coat pocket. "Would you still happen to have the pawn shop's phone number and address?"

"Why, yes. I do." Penelope left to retrieve the information and came back a few minutes later. "Here you go," she handed him a slip of paper with the shop's information scribbled on it.

"Thank you."

At that moment, Tracy the maid returned carrying what looked like a glass of martini. Penelope thanked the girl before she sat back down and began sipping from the glass. "Oh, yes." The woman grinned up at Daniel, her cheeks reddening from the strong liquor. "I never feel right without a drink first thing in the morning."

"I see." Daniel neglected to tell her it was 2 p.m. in the afternoon.

At that moment, they heard the loud engine of a car pull into the driveway.