Paradise - Part Four (The Erotic Adventures of Sophia Durant) by O.L. Casper Read Free Book Online

college. But we do not know more than this. I shall endeavor to discover her mastery of this field further in future. Talking to her on these two first occasions, I am convinced she is not capable of murder. I suppose anyone could commit murder in the right circumstances, but I see no evidence of this with regards to her. Even so, there are many unknowns regarding the case. We now know that she placed a call to Emma Green within hours of her “accident” on the boat. That would have been Tuesday, October 7 th . As to the deaths of Ava Madeiros and Madison Conway, there is no direct connection to Sophia Durant. As to motivation for Mr. Stafford to have any of them killed; there is none. It is also being brought into question among some folks at the Bureau whether or not Mr. Stafford would have had any cause to wish to see the plane carrying his wife go down, leading to her tragic death in the Atlantic on August 12 th . Are all these deaths, falling upon each other in rapid succession as they have, merely coincidental? Does lightning strike so many times all in the same place? Sometimes it does.
    This is why it is necessary for Ms. Durant to go ahead with our plan. At the very least she can shed light on the, until now, very unknown situation behind the high walls and in the towers of the kingdom that is the life of Mark Stafford. I did finally get across to Ms. Durant the first steps in her mission of observation in our second meaning. I will try to reconstruct from memory what was said.
    “Let’s discuss the heart of the matter,” I said, somewhat apprehensively. I was mostly worried she would balk at our plans and we would have to try a new route to coerce her.
    “Good,” she replied, eager to get on with it as was I.
    “We need you to try to point us in the right direction when it comes to his communications regarding his operations overseas. His business affairs.”
    “You think I have access to that sort of information, do you? You think he just leaves all that sort of thing lying around?”
    She was indignant. I don’t know if it was because she felt I’d made a stupid remark, or because she was hiding something.
    “We are aware that some relationship exists between you in which he has made you aware of these aspects of his life. Yes. In that, we want you to dig deeper. We know you can do this. And we are willing to help.”
    “Help how?”
    “By supplying various technology to retrieve that information. Also, by schooling you somewhat in what to look for, what sort of language to listen out for, things you might be able to find on his desk. Anything. Details, details, details. You understand?”
    She thought about it, bit her lip, and, finally, she nodded.
     
    Sophia Durant’s Diary
    November 4, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
     
    I had bugged Special Agent Carter’s phone via Bluetooth and from that I had gained access to his personal computer when he connected the two. I now had access to all his personal calls, emails, texts, et cetera—and to a document titled “Special Agent Glenn Carter’s Notes” that lay studiously on the desktop of his computer. I opened it and had a quick read through while I sunned myself on Stafford’s private beach. I quickly caught up on the background of the Stafford case. I was interested to read a rendering of our second encounter dated November 2 nd . I was mainly struck by his admission to obtaining phone records. I had expected it, but to see it there in gleaming black and white pixels gave me chills. I didn’t quite know why—at least I didn’t articulate my thoughts. But that was it—it meant war. I plotted my course. I would use electronic forms of espionage to turn the investigation back on itself. Inevitably they would do things wrong in the course of their investigation—they’re human—and I would endeavor to find out what these violations were, I would invert the investigation and collapse it in the process. I made my mind up then and there to confide