He was tiring of Sonja, needed younger stimulus to turn him on. If she carried on pissing him off, he would tell Davros to arrange an accident on a future trip. Supply was plentiful, new girls like Marcie were always available. Always available, that’s what he enjoyed the most.
She lit a cheroot, tossed her hair to one side to avoid the flame. ‘Is that so?’
‘Yes, it is so.’ He’d give her an opportunity to make amends on his return. Reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his wallet, he extracted a bundle of notes and tossed it on the coffee table. ‘Get a makeover, you look a mess.’
Her voice rose. ‘Your little playmate been giving you ideas, then?’
He waved her protest away. Sonja had no idea what was going to happen. Better that way. Mason’s Manor was a secluded bungalow on the North Devon coast.
Paedophile palace — and Marcie would be the star attraction.
With Mason out of the way Sonja could focus on her bid for freedom. She lay back on the sofa by the coffee table and relaxed. Use Mason’s money to make her irresistible to other men. Rick Graham would be a bit on the side until the Clifton apartment was in her name. She’d keep him sweet; make sure the deal went smoothly without any last minute hitches...
‘Lover boy’s, gone then?’
She glanced up. Davros was looking at her with a Marlboro in his mouth, dressed all in black — polo necked sweater, designer trousers and patent leather shoes — uncertain if he would be the victim or aggressor. He blew out a smoke ring, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table.
Her affair with Davros had begun on their first trip to Holland together. His smouldering good looks, lean frame, piercing blue eyes, and shiny black hair tied back in a ponytail had attracted many young playmates. Then there was the cash; wads of notes to procure the prettiest girls — and the tastiest virgins.
When the time was right she would pressurise Davros to terminate Mason; an accident with the chain saw next to the pigsty. Hungry animals; it would be a fitting end.
She returned his gaze while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He was licking his lips. She was in a good mood; he could be the hunter.
‘Come and eat me,’ she replied.