Delta City PI #12 by DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Ms. Americana and Angela Greer / Lady Midnight are the property of Mr. X. Krystal / Witchfire is the property of Silkcords. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their character consistant with what is shown in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy parked down the block from her apartment and carefully checked out the street, trying to peer into any shadows where someone might be lurking. The detective didn't know if the attack by Tendril and Moonsilver on her had been their own idea or if it had been ordered by Danielle and Danial. If it was the latter, Nancy knew she was in big trouble and going home might not be safe. She finally decided she should be OK for at least tonight. It would take the two demons a while yet to get their act together and report. Also, if her speculation was correct about nexus points weakening the demons, having one in her shower might not be so totally bad after all. That is assuming it didn't open up a portal and suck her into some hellish dimension while she was shampooing her hair one morning. As Nancy approached the restaurant door and the steps leading down to her basement apartment, the restaurant doors swung open and Trudy and Maria came out with the Latino girl carrying her sleeping son Juan. The girls at the Pussycat club seemed to have adopted Maria and took turns driving her home after work, stopping to pick up Juan from the Wongs who seemed happy to look after the young boy when Maria was working. Trudy saw Nancy and stopped to give Nancy a little smirk. "What?" asked Nancy, "You look like the cat who swallowed the budgie." "Canary," corrected Trudy. "I am smiling because I saw the poster you signed for Judy and Becky. How are things going Detective Boobs?" Nancy groaned. "Please don't tell me they shared that nickname with you." "Yep. It is just so darn cute. You will have to use it the next time you dance on stage. The crowd will eat it up." Nancy sighed, "I was really planning on sticking to detective work and not making a career out of stripping." "You could consider it as more of a hobby," chuckled Trudy. "Sahara is really hot on doing a two girl act with you." "Yeah, she mentioned that a few times. I keep putting her off," said the detective. Trudy and Maria said good night and Trudy leaned in for a quick kiss on Nancy's lips. Nancy turned back to her apartment steps, but paused when she caught sight ofMr. Wong just inside the restaurant doors. Stifling a groan and her need for sleep, the PI stepped inside the restaurant. Mr. Wong smiled at her and cupped one of her melons in each hand briefly. "I had a call from Norman Lang to say you were on your way home. He didn't have many details, but he said you seemed pleased enough about how things turned out?" "More or less," replied Nancy and she filled in Mr. Wong about her trip and her suspicions about the nexus points and how they might affect the demons. The head of Red Dragon Clan acknowledged her report with nods here and there. "Interesting," he said when she was done. "I had wondered why the creatures never seemed to come too near the restaurant or other points where there was a nexus. You have done well to gather this information. It could prove very useful." "Yeah, and all it cost me was getting my brains fucked out a couple of times" grumbled Nancy. "Ah, but brains are sometimes overrated. It is the heart, the soul if you will that truly matters," answered Mr. Wong. "Easy for you to say, you never met the Growlers," said Nancy and then shrugged it off. "By the way, what is it with the boob gropes? You couldn't have given Lang and me some kind of code word or something?" Mr. Wong gave another smile. "Ah, but we are Red Dragon Clan and have a certain reputation to maintain. Modern science might use fingerprints and retinal scans, but a member of Red Dragon Clan can identify anyone with a simple boob grope. The feeling of every boob is quite distinctive. I could identify your boobs in total darkness within seconds." "Hmm and how would Mrs. Wong feel about you doing that?" challenged Nancy "You might be surprised," laughed Mr. Wong. "She is after all Red Dragon Clan. She actually told me to tell you that you are wearing the wrong bra size." "Pardon?" asked Nancy feeling both eyebrows go up. Mr. Wong smiled again. "Yes when she groped you the night you saved Judy, she wondered where you had got that weird bra size from. She thought you must have been swindled by someone who sold you some nonstandard merchandise. She said you are an F cup or she doesn't know her boobs Actually, she wondered why you even bothered with a bra since your hooters were so firm and unsagging." Mr. Wong bade the slightly befuddled detective good night and finally Nancy stumbled down the steps to her apartment and sleep. * * * In the morning, Nancy had just reached the top of the stairs to the fourth floor of the building that contained her office when she saw two things that told her there was trouble. The first were the open elevator doors and the second was her own office door standing wide open. The detective stepped back into the stairwell and set her briefcase down. Then the blonde took out her gun and reloaded it with the explosive rounds. Nancy didn't know if they would stop anyone as powerful as Danielle or Danial, but they were her best shot at at least slowing them down long enough to run away. Gun in hand, Nancy peered around the corner of the stairs at the corridor leading to her office. Suddenly a cold voice she knew all too well called out to her from inside her office. "I know you are there whore, so put that useless gun away and come here or this woman dies." Danielle stepped into the doorway of Nancys office and she had her tail wrapped around the neck of a very frightened Gabby Stearns. "Please, please I don't want to die," sobbed the building manager as tears ran down her face and her whole body trembled. Nancy briefly considered the situation. Gabby Stearns was hardly a friend of hers, but she was also an innocent. There was no rule that said you had to like the people you saved. You didn't judge people before trying to help them, so Nancy clicked the safety back on and pocketed her gun. "Alright, don't hurt her." "Nancy started to step into the corridor, but Danielle held up a hand to stop her. "First, you will strip and then crawl down the corridor on your hands and knees to show your proper obedience." Nancy gritted her teeth. She really could not understand these kind of power games. It just seemed to be a built-in part of the demon personality that they wanted to show their dominance over everyone. Standing where the demon could see her and smirk, Nancy removed her trenchcoat and set it on the floor. Nancy saw Gabby's eyes go wide as Nancy began to undo the buttons on her blouse and then slide it off. I wonder why I even bother getting dressed anymore, mused Nancy as she reached for the clasp on her bra. I seem to end up taking all my clothes off so much lately, it hardly seems worth getting dressed. The detective's F cup breasts tumbled into view of Danielle's hungry eyes and the stare of Gabby. The blonde undid her skirt and added it to her pile of clothes and then tried to suppress a blush as it was revealed she was not wearing any panties. Tendril and Moonsilver had destroyed or absconded with her last clean ones and buying more and / or doing laundry had been on her to do list for later in the day. "Oh my, you really are turning into a slut," laughed Danielle as she pinned her eyes on Nancy's shaved pussy. "Takes one to know one," replied Nancy as she knew from her previous visits that Danielle never wore panties. The demon ignored the shot. "Take the boots off too and then get down and crawl to your mistress." "I'm not your fucking slave," gritted Nancy as she heeled off her low boots and removed her socks and stuffed them into the discarded footwear. "You are if you want this pathetic woman to live another five minutes," said Danielle and she tightened her tails grip around Gabby's neck. "The stupid fool came wandering into your office asking who had been using the elevator." Gabby's curiosity was going to get her killed one of these days, thought Nancy. Hopefully it won't be today at least. The blonde got down on her hands and knees on the less than clean floor and began to crawl towards the dark haired demoness like a good little pet with her boobs hanging down and swinging as she moved. The detective stopped at Danielle's feet and looked up at her awaiting further orders. Kiss my feet," ordered Danielle. Nancy wanted to rebel, but what point would that serve. Just keep the bitch happy for now, get Gabby out of here safely and hopefully find a way to deal with Danielle later. Looking at Danielle's feet, she saw they were bare with the toenails painted a bright red in a pair of high heeled sandals. The blonde lowered her head and planted a kiss on first one foot and then the other. It was humiliating, but not the worst thing she had ever had to do by a longshot. Her subservience seemed to satisfy Danielle for she uncoiled her tail from around Gabby's neck and pushed the woman down the hall towards the stairs. "You can go worm. You are not even worth killing. Nancy heard Gabby give a sob of relief and then the brown haired building manager bolted down the stairs. Nancy's relief was short lived, however, as Danielle reached down and pulled her painfully to her feet with her hair. Nancy stood there gaping at the demon for a second, trying to think what to say when Danielle backhanded her across the face and sent the detective smashing into the wall opposite her door. Nancy fell back to her knees stunned and then she felt the demon grab her hair again and this time she was dragged naked down the hall to the elevator and inside. The rusted broken doors closed with a loud groan and the elevator began to move down. Nancy's office was on the fourth floor and at first Nancy thought that Danielle meant to take her down to the ground floor and then drag her naked ass down the street to wherever they were going. The detective quickly realized, however, that the elevator was going down far more than three stories as she felt her stomach fall out from under her and still the elevator kept going down and down and down. This is not good thought Nancy as she lay sprawled on the floor of the elevator at Danielle's feet. Finally after several minutes of going down, the elevator gave a bing and the doors opened onto hell. That was Nancy's first impression as she stared out into the barren impossible landscape. The ground was rocky with large boulders and cracks littering the surface. The only vegetation the detective could see were some nasty looking thorn bushes. The sky was a deep red with no sun in sight. Nancy's observations were cut off abruptly when Danielle picked her up again by the hair and threw her twenty feet out of the elevator to land painfully on the hard rocky surface. "If your feeble brain is still working whore, we are still in the same universe. You might be best to think of this as a little pocket we have created for our relaxation. It reminds us of home." "Nice," said Nancy looking around from her knees. I like what you haven't done with the place." "You dare to still mock me whore?" demanded Danielle coming to stand over Nancy. "Well, what are you going to do to me? Strip me naked and haul me off to hell? If you haven't noticed, been there, done that" replied Nancy looking up at the dark haired demoness. "It has yet to be decided whether you shall stay here or be returned to your world," proclaimed Danielle. "There are many creatures here who would enjoy your succulent body and who make those Growlers you fucked so lovingly look like handsome and gentle lovers." Yep, things can always get worse, thought Nancy sourly and decided a little sucking up was called for. "Yes Mistress," said the blonde meekly and bowed her head in front of Danielle. That seemed to mollify the demoness who didn't seem capable of realizing anyone could continue to defy her greatness. As Nancy continued to look around, she realized they were on an elevated plateau of rock with the ground falling off sharply to as yet unseen plains below. The detective also saw a rather weird sight. About a hundred yards from where she lay there was a large fire. though what it was using for fuel was not immediately clear. Over the fire was a long steel rod that terminated in a tripod of legs at each end. Hung on the rod were two giant black cauldrons of the type you would see witches cackling over in the Scottish play. Danielle noticed that Nancy had seen the fire and waved her towards it. "Take a closer look whore. This concerns you." Nancy got to her feet and limping slightly, started to cross the rough rock towards the fire. The rock under her feet was hot, almost painful to her bare feet and the heat increased as she neared the fire. The fuel for the fire was now all too apparent. It was composed of piled bones, that to Nancy's inexpert gaze appeared to be human. She saw leg bones, arm bones, ribs and here and there a gleaming skull. Nancy had seen a lot of gruesome sights in her ten years of remembered life, but this was among the worst and she felt a shiver go through her despite the now incredible heat. Inching closer, the detective peered into the two cauldrons afraid of what she might see, but unable not to look. The detective was relieved not to see some kind of human stew, but was initially puzzled by what she did see. In one pot was a bubbling black liquid and in the other was a bubbling silver liquid. Then realization hit her and she glanced back to Danielle. "Tendril and Moonsilver?" she asked appalled. The two killers were two of her least favourite beings, but such an end was still shocking. "Oh they aren't dead whore," admonished Danielle. "Listen." Puzzled, Nancy turned back to the two cauldrons and listened carefully. What she heard shocked her even more. She could hear the voices of Tendril and Moonsilver coming from the cauldrons. There were curses mingled with whimpers of pain coming from the bubbling liquids. "W, what are you doing to them?" asked Nancy. Danielle sighed. "They are being remade and they are being punished. They vastly exceeded their authority when they tried to kill you. I had not given them permission nor had my fool of a brother. We have not yet decided your fate and until we do, we do not permit underlings like them to presume to make decisions for us. They came back last night, reeking of some foulness and barely holding themselves together. I believe that was all your doing?" Nancy nodded, suppressing a grin as she remembered dumping the two demons into the dumpster along with some half rotted fast food chicken. The temptation to grin faded quickly, however, as Nancy reevaluated some things. When she had first met Danielle, the demoness had claimed she was unable to kill Nancy directly by such trivial means as teleporting her directly into the heart of the sun. Whether the demoness possessed such powers was open to question, but Nancy had judged that Danielle considered it beneath her dignity to take direct physical action. Nancy glanced at her own naked and battered body and decided she had been perhaps a bit mistaken about that assumption. Maybe her handling of Tendril and Moonsilver had elevated her to a sufficient threat level for Danielle to take more direct hands on action. . "It was necessary to render them down in order to purify their essences," said Danielle. "In a few days, they will be removed from the fire and reformed. Perhaps the pain will have taught them not to try and usurp the rights of their betters." "I see you are looking after both Tendril and Moonsilver," observed Nancy. "What about your brother?" "If it is of any concern of yours, my brother and I have reached a truce for the moment in our competition for rulership of our people. We will act as co-rulers while we attend to other more important matters that concern us." The woman likes to hear herself talk and sound important thought Nancy and wondered what those other matters might be and if she was going to live long enough to have to worry about them. "And now what?" asked Nancy still watching the bubbling liquid with fascination, her back to the demoness. "Now, I shall have some fun before deciding about returning you to your world," said a voice that was no longer light and smooth, but rough and menaceing. Nancy spun around to see that Danielle's body had transformed along with her voice. Instead of the small dark haired woman in her smart business power suit, there was an eight foot tall creature with dark red skin. It was naked, with large ponderous breasts twice as big as Nancy's head and topped with black nipples. The tail was the same, but the horns were now gleaming white and eight inches long curving upwards and the feet were cloven hooves. "Behold the true form of your mistress whore," rumbled the creature. "Come give yourself to me. If you pleasure me sufficiently, I might let you live." Oh fuck, thought Nancy as she started towards the transformed female demon. I hope whoever designed me not to get PTSD did a good job cause this is going to really test the design limits. When Nancy was within arm's length of the creature, it reached out and grabbed the detective roughly and pulled her naked body to its own naked form, wrapped its arms around her and pulled her up to kiss her hard on the lips. The Danielle creature mashed its full lips into Nancy's and then a huge muscular tongue slid out and demanded entrance into Nancy's mouth. The tongue was about three times the thickness and length of a human tongue and it nearly filled the blonde's mouth as it swept around the walls of her mouth licking to the very back while dripping hot slimy drool into the detective's mouth making Nancy gag. Nancy felt her white breasts crushed into the larger red ones of the demoness and while one hand held her suspended in mid air, the other roved down the blonde's back to first stroke and then squeeze her ass. Then Nancy felt the huge fingers spread her ass cheeks apart and her eyes went wide when a thick finger, the size of an average human cock slid into her ass and began to pump in and out. After a few minutes of kissing and finger fucking her ass, the demoness lowered Nancy to the ground and with heavy hands on her shoulders, forced the blonde to her knees in front of her. Nancy stared at the large, hairless dripping cunt in front of her face and gave in to the inevitable and stuck out her tongue and started licking. The detective swore she could now hear snickering mixed with the whimpers coming from the two bubbling cauldrons as if the two demons in them could sense what was going on. The Danielle creature moaned and patted Nancy's head like she was a good pet who had just learned a new trick. The private eye ran her tongue up one of the engorged lips and down the other while juices leaked out to coat her face in a thick layer. Nancy's mouth found the hard demoness clit which was a good two inches long and she began to suck on it, swirling her tongue around it and drawing even louder moans of pleasure from the demoness. Leaving the clit for the moment, Nancy shoved her tongue deep into the moist slit and now the Danielle creature pressed on the back of her blonde head to grind Nancy's face into the dripping folds. The pussy was so large that the detective found her entire nose and mouth inside the cunt and it became difficult to breathe as she probed and licked with her tongue. When the huge red demoness came, the flood of thick viscous liquid nearly drowned the blonde as it poured over her face in a tidal wave, drenching her face and filling her mouth as she was forced to gulp and swallow and then swallow some more. Finally the demoness released its hold on Nancy's head and she sank back on her haunches, panting and gasping for breath while the demoness's juices ran down her face and over her large round breasts in a torrent. "That was pretty good for a start whore," rumbled the demoness. Nancy had hoped that her pussy licking would have been the end and not the start, so her heart sank when the huge creature seized her and pushed her onto her back on the hot rocky ground and she swore she could feel her ass start to sizzle from the heat. The detective found herself almost crushed under the weight of the demoness as it positioned itself on top of her and once more began to kiss Nancy and force her tongue between her lips. Breaking the kiss again, the creature moved so now its large breasts were in Nancy's face and a black nipple was shoved into her mouth. As Nancy sucked on the inch long hard nipple, she felt the clit of the demoness rub over her pussy and then incredibly push in between her nether lips. Now the Danielle creature began to fuck the detective with its clit while Nancy was forced to suck and lick the massive red breasts. Suddenly a warm greenish liquid began to drip from the demoness's nipples and the PI realized it was demon milk that trickled into her mouth as she sucked on the huge nipples. The demon milk tasted somewhat sour to Nancy, like warm unsweetened grapefruit juice but thicker in consistency and it soon added another layer of drying liquid to the blonde's face. Nancy's mantra that it could always get worse was proven true when the detective felt the demoness's tail wiggle under and start to probe at her ass. The good news, such as it was, was that the earlier finger fucking had opened up her ass and the tail was dripping a good lubricant as it pushed its way into her rear entrance. For the next half hour, the demoness lay on top of Nancy, smothering her with its massive breasts, grinding its clit into her pussy and ass fucking her with its tail. A normal human would have been squished to a pulp under the bulk of the creature and as it was, Nancy was actually quite relieved when the thing came. Juices gushed out of the demon cunt and clit to cover Nancy's pussy and thighs, cum shot from the tail into her ass and the large red tits poured what seemed like a gallon of liquid over Nancy's gasping face. Still, the creature was not satisfied as it moved its head down between Nancy's spread thighs and began to lick the detective's pussy with that huge rough tongue. Nancy felt the sandpaper like surface slide over her clit and she could only cry out in pleasure. Next the tongue slid between the blonde's cunt lips like a hot flexible cock that speared deep inside her and began to lick. Nancy felt her pleasure building to a climax and couldn't contain her moans of ecstasy as the demoness's tongue slid in and out of her, licking every inch of her pussy walls. "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck I am going to cum...oh fuck keep going," she heard a voice say and then realized it was her own. It was like a cold pail of water had been thrown in the detective's face as she had never come this close to losing control of her body as she had seen the super heroines of Delta City do all too often. Nancy tried desperately to bring her body back under control, to fight down the orgasm, but it was too late. A tremendous shudder ran through her body as she writhed and bucked under the licking of the demoness tongue. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as the blonde squirted out blast after blast of her honey, clutching the demoness's head to her pussy. Finally, Nancy lay back on the hot rock and her brain began to clear. She knew that the efforts of the demoness had come closer than anything ever had to the taming reaction of the Aphrodite heroines, but she had survived it. The Danielle creature stirred and then looked down into Nancy's eyes and gave a disgusted snort. "You still have your own mind whore. I can see that. Fascinating. I will have to consider stronger methods to try and break you, but that will have to wait for another day." The creature stood up and its form shimmered briefly in front of Nancy's eyes and the more human looking version of Danielle was standing over her again. "Well just don't lie there panting whore. Get up and we shall go back. I have more important matters to attend to than you." Nancy tried to stand and found she didn't have the strength in her body. Feeling humiliated, the detective crawled on hands and knees after Danielle back to the elevator and collapsed on the dirty floor as the doors closed. Nancy felt the sickening motion of the elevator going up and up and up until there was another bing and she was unceremoniously shoved out into the corridor outside her office. Nancy lay there for several minutes as she heard the elevator doors close and the car whir away. It took another ten minutes before the detective found the energy to stagger to her feet. Nancy looked around. Her office door was still wide open. When she looked at the end of the corridor, her clothes and briefcase were gone. A fumbling search of her office didn't turn up anything, so Nancy was forced to stagger down the three flights of stairs to the main floor, holding onto the railing for dear life. The blonde ignored a few gaping people in the lobby and headed for Gabby's office. Covered in dirt and cum and demoness milk, hair clumped and matting, Nancy pushed open the door to the business manager's office without bothering to knock. The brown haired woman looked up from behind her desk and her eyes went wide in surprise and disgust at the sight of the naked woman in front of her. "Did you take my stuff Gabby?" mumbled Nancy, but then her eyes fell on her clothes and briefcase sitting on a chair. Oh good, I thought I was going to have to walk home naked like this. Nancy managed to suppress a giggle. Damn, I must be close to going into shock. The detective picked up the briefcase and saw fresh scratches around the lock and she looked over at Gabby who had yet to find her voice. "Whats the matter, Gabby, you couldn't pick the lock?" "Don't be ridiculous," snapped Gabby at last. "I had no interest in touching anything of yours. Who knows what I might catch from it." "You are welcome for saving your life by the way," Nancy returned. "Did you at least call the cops to try and get me help?" When Gabby said nothing, Nancy took that as a no. The detective gathered up her clothes in her arms, pausing only long enough to check her trenchcoat pockets and make sure her gun, phone and other equipment was still there. Another day she figured and it would have all been up on an ebay auction. Nancy was turningto leave when Gaby called out. "I am terminating your lease. You are totally insane and your friends are vile and dangerous." Nancy looked back at Gabby "If you think that woman was a friend then you have a really weird definition of what a friend is Gabby. As for my lease, I don't think you have the authority to do that. My rent is paid to the end of the month and I haven't violated any clause in the lease, so you don't have a legal leg to stand on." "Running around naked, dripping god knows what all over the place is reason enough," shrilled Gabby. Nancy shrugged. "The lease also says you will maintain the building and when was the last time the elevator worked? When was the last time you actually had the floors and windows cleaned? Nancy looked down at her dirty, cum layered body. A lot of this dirt came from your floors, so if you want to get into a legal battle and spend a lot of money on it, go right ahead. I am pretty sure I can get Angela Greer to take my case on and I am damn sure she could whip any ten lawyers your cheap skate bosses could drum up. And when it is all over and done with and you lose, those bosses will want someone to blame the loss of money on and that would be you Gabby. Have a nice day." Still naked, Nancy walked through the lobby and back up the stairs to her office where She locked up, put her trenchcoat on and somehow made it back down the stairs to her car and drove home. She didn't care at the moment if her shower was crawling with fucking demons, they would just have to fucking wait until she got fucking clean and if they fucking complained then they could wash her fucking back for her. * * * God bless Mrs. Wong and hot water thought Nancy an hour later as she sank into her armchair. Her moment of rest was quickly broken, however, by the ping of an incoming text message. Nancy was tempted to let it sit, but normally when she got a text message, it was something important. In this case, she was right. The message was from the EMT Roberta Sanchez who had been the one to respond to the look-alike on the beach. Roberta had just come off shift and was willing to meet before she went home and crashed. Nancy promised the woman the best pizza in Delta City and they arranged to meet in Wongs in an hour. Nancy figured she had about enough energy to make it upstairs to the restaurant. Judy Wong came running out from the kitchen when Nancy came in the front door. the blonde detective paused a moment to check the door for a bel, but found none. The only time she had heard the door bell chime was when that red haired witch Krystal had come in. Nancy told Judy she was expecting company and the young girl said she would hold the extra large pizza (no onions) until Nancy's friend arrived. Judy got her usual grope in, but hesitated at Nancy's table as if uncertain about something and that was not the normal Judy behaviour. "Is something wrong?" asked Nancy seeing the look of uncertainty on the girl's face. "Not really," said Judy after fidgeting a bit. "You remember when I showed you my artwork?" When Nancy nodded, the girl went on. "Well, I was going to apply for this scholarship to an art school here in town, but I need to submit a portfolio." "And?" asked Nancy when the girl didn't go on. Judy Wong actually blushed which was rather alarming to the detective. "One of the types of drawings I have to submit is a nude. I, I was hoping you would agree to model for me!" said Judy in a rush. Nancy paused for a moment before answering. "I think I need to think about that and probably talk to yur parents about it first," she finally said. "I am over eighteen," said Judy a little offended. "I know that," replied Nancy calmly. "But I value the friendship of your family and don't want to do anything that would put that in jeopardy. Judy nodded a reluctant agreement and hurried away. * * * A few minutes later, the restaurant door opened and Nancy looked up and saw a dark haired woman of about 25 and wearing her EMT uniform coming in. Nancy was the only person eating in the restaurant at the moment and the woman headed towards her and stopped dead in her tracks staring. "You, you are dead!" she said in a tone of disbelief and with something more Nancy couldn't identify mixed in. Nancy suddenly realized that all her contact with the woman had been through Cyril or text and Roberta was obviously unaware of the identical looks of the dead woman and herself. The detective started to get up to explain, even as the look of disbelief on the woman's face was replaced by one of anger. "Is this some kind of fucking sick joke or what?" exclaimed Roberta. Nancy held up her hands in front of her in what she hoped was a gesture of peace and friendship. "No, it is not a joke. Please believe me. I was so caught up in thinking about how this affected me, I never stopped to consider how it might affect others including you. Please, sit down and let me explain?"" Roberta sat down on the edge of the chair opposite Nancy, sitting on the very edge of the seat as if ready to bolt at any moment. Nancy fished the newspaper article out of her pocket and showed it to the EMT. "Someone sent me this clipping. I don't know who or why, but for obvious reasons I felt compelled to look into it." Nancy knew her statement wasn't totally true, but she didn't want to drag Brenda Wade into this and why the billionaire might even know who Nancy was. Roberta read the clipping and that seemed to calm her down, but she kept looking from the picture to Nancy and back again. "OK, I sort of get it that you are interested and...." the medic stopped and then looked even more carefully at Nancy again. "Holy crap, you are the woman who did the live porn show on TV last week." Nancy thought she should be getting used to being recognized for that performance, but it still made her wince a bit inside. "Yep, that was me alright, but it doesn't have anything to do with my look-alike, except maybe someone saw the resemblance and sent me the article." Roberta nodded. "Man that was some hot show. I couldn't believe they let you do those things on network TV during prime time. I never saw anyone manage to swallow an entire cock that big or take it all up the ass like you did. It was amazing." "It was nothing" sighed Nancy. "But to get back to the woman, in the clipping. You were in the EMT team that responded to her being found dead on the beach. I was hoping you could tell me something more than what is in the clipping. So far, I have hit a dead end trying to investigate it." "But she wasn't dead!" exclaimed Roberta. "I beg your pardon?" said Nancy in confusion. "I mean, yes she did die, but she was still alive when my partner Vic and I got to her. We did everything we could to save her," and Nancy saw a look of profound sorrow cross Roberta's face when she said that. "But, but , we couldn't. Her body just seemed to shut down." "You never found out who she was?" asked Nancy. "No, and believe me I tried. I read the paper, watched for an obituary. Nothing." said Roberta looking down at her hands in her lap. "I guess the family didn't want any publicity." "And no one ever saw her before that day? I mean she seemed to have a super heroine type costume and mask with her when she was found." Roberta hesitated. "There was one other time, but I never saw it. I just heard about it, so I can't really vouch for it. It happened about a week before the woman was found. There was something freaky going on with the weather and the currents and a group of three great whites came into the bay. They sounded the horns and got everyone out of the water,but there was one boy who was way out and didn't seem to hear or know what to do. The male life guards were all scared shitless and just stood there on the beach The story is that suddenly this girl in a grey swimsuit and mask which is what was found on the beach, ran in the water and headed for the boy and the sharks. It was a long way out and people weren't sure what exactly happened. Some said the girl fought one of the sharks and then there were a couple of dolphins helping out. Anyway the girl brought the boy back safe to the shore and then disappeared in all the commotion." Roberta looked at Nancy with a hint of defiance in her look. "I believe the girl was a hero. She could have become one of the best, right up there with Ms. Americana." "I think you are right," said Nancy softly. "Is there anything else you can tell me?" "And she was so beautiful," whispered Roberta more to herself than anything before replying to Nancy's question. "No," but then flushed. "Well, it is probably nothing. I was real busy trying to do CPR and stuff. But right at the end, she said one word. It doesn't mean anything to me and it was right at the end before she passed, so it could have been raving" "What was the word?" asked Nancy intently. "Ridge," said Roberta. I mean that is what it sounded like, but I don't have a clue what it means. Is it a name? A landmark? I just don't know." Just then Judy brought out the pizza and the two women fell on it in ravenous silence for a while. Once the initial cravings had been sated, they began to talk again about other things. Roberta told Nancy a bit about her job and how extra stressful it seemed in a place like Delta City. "I mean, we are always getting calls about aliens, monsters and mutant creatures roaming the city. It is fucking insane." Roberta also returned to the topic of Nancy's television and porn debut. Nancy broke down and gave the woman more details, including how Borden had set her up. "Figures," said Roberta. "I mean you were awesome, but there is something I never trusted about Borden. Look, I gotta go crash. It was a twelve hour shift and I am dead on my feet." "I know the feeling. It was a day from hell for me too," said Nancy wryly. Roberta stood up and then stopped to pick up a napkin and she wrote on it with a pen. "Sorry if this isn't appropriate in light of what you wanted to talk about, but here is my number. If you find out anything more about your look-alike, or well you just want to talk to me again..." her voice trailed off. Nancy took the serviette and smiled at the EMT. "Thanks. I promise I will let you know if I learn anything more, or need to talk to you again." Roberta nodded and then was gone. Nancy sat there thinking for a while after the woman had left. She knew a little bit more, but she wasn't sure how it would help her solve the mystery of her look-alike's death. It all seemed to center around the beach though and once she got a good night's sleep, the detective decided she was going to go build a few sand castles. The End