I was away from home before daybreak. Ruth was in shock as I screwed her again before she was even properly awake as soon as I had woken up at four thirty. She had groaned in her sleep and spread her legs just a little. That had been enough for me and I had mounted her to fuck her hard and fast. I had exploded into her before she was properly awake and she was still lying in bed staring at the ceiling when I came out of the shower and gave her another three hundred dollar bonus.
By six am I was Jerry Dorfling, drifter, sometimes rogue aircraft technician, occasional smuggler pilot, most frequently an internet dominatrix who took tributes from submissive men hoping to meet the bitch of their dreams; traveling to Washington DC on a Harley Davidson of unclear origin or legality of the parts. I had changed my clothes to oldish jeans, army combat boots, checkered shirt, rough leather jerkin. In my panniers I had two similar changes of clothes and a laptop. The laptop's legal ownership was also debatable.
As I traveled north from North Carolina I thought about what I needed to do in DC. I needed an ear in the Hanson setup and I needed to know what the Hanson two planned to do with the other two children. Of their entire staff only one showed any concern outside the job they had. This was Nadine Foley.
She was a problem though. She handled the Hanson family public appearance diary and managed their social media footprint. She herself had a negligible footprint on social media And made knowing more about her really difficult. Most of her personal time on anything approaching social media was to write stories on a free publishing blogging site. She wrote short stories, in a style very similar to a television serial that used conflict between werewolves and vampires as the driving story line.
In Nadine's world two vastly powerful vampires with three captive victims for food were being thwarted in ambitions to get more victims by werewolves. Werewolves were not always heroic though, they loved being in the shadows and were often voyeuristic about the humans they watched over. They were seldom gentle, or monogamous, although unneeded and outright violence was frowned up in werewolf society. On the other had violent or rough sex was entirely acceptable and part of what being a werewolf meant. The time to stay away from a werewolf was full moon and well mannered ones took steps like locking themselves up for the time. In her stories the werewolves did not entirely know about the two vampires although they suspected and did stop the vampires by simply protecting humans.
Vampires needed to bite, purposely infect, and sleep in a closed grave with a human to make another vampire. This was not unusual and in Nadine's literature it spoke to a culture of sponsorship and patronage in Washington.
This was opposed to werewolves who needed a human to breed with. This was where she had two types, werewolves and lycanthropes; werewolves were less intelligent and were governed by lunar cycles. They did not need always humans to breed but had lower fertility counts without humans. Lycanthropes were more intelligent and tended to be the strategists for werewolves. They were not subject to lunar cycles and could transform at will into what was best described as a wolf-man. They had to mate with humans and make children, this was to explain why werewolves watched over and protected humans but also that werewolves were a branch of living humanity, as opposed to vampires who were undead and part of the spirit world.
There was a way for humans to become werewolves too and that was to bite one while it was transformed. To me this was interesting, it spoke of the idea that normal people could be protectors although it meant making an active decision, losing something of your established friendships or family and of being prepared to be savage if needed.
Nadine was obviously telling the world her employers were evil in the best way she could and stay alive, or employed. I strongly suspected that there was a large body count behind the Hanson couple and wondered how much she knew. I also had no clear idea of how to approach her, develop her as a source or asset. She was clearly a romantic and that in fact made her difficult to deal with, but getting her on my side meant a fantastic ally. I knew the value of romantics, most operatives were. She was screaming for help in her stories, a lot of help. She was afraid for the Hanson children, but she also wanted a lover who could be savage. Most of all she wanted someone to rip her away from her life she found boring.
I did some shopping for Nadine's benefit on the way through Virginia and stopped in Washington in time to watch her come out of the Hanson residence. I had used a little detector to see whether the Hanson home had electronic countermeasures and whistled softly at the amount of energy the mansion put out, as much noise as the best electronic warfare suites on my sailing boats.
She was five foot one tall, thin, medium brown hair. I watched her message a friend before getting on a bus to cross go across the Anacostia River and then to her registered address in a street of slightly run down houses. I was impressed, I had thought she was on social media so little because she had a boyfriend who was boring as hell. She did not it seemed and that meant there was a possible avenue of approach.
I drove down the road looking at the houses, a few were empty with letting agent boards, her own place had large slab of sheet rock in front. On the slab was an old Transam with a new paint job. Next to it was a mid range Toyota Camry a few years old. Nadine seemed to live around the side of the house, it looked to be a basement apartment, possibly a bachelor apartment built into the house recently. Three houses down across the road was a house that advertised a one bedroom apartment. I took the number and called it feeling an old rush from prior missions where I was sent in with nothing and alone to achieve an objective. Those had been the most fun.
The apartment was minimal and furnished. It did have a sight line on Nadine's apartment though and that was what I really needed. I paid the landlady three months rent in cash and she knew that was for her to ask no questions. With a gesture to a parking spot beside the house she explained that my bike would be out of sight there and left me alone.
I unpacked my clothes quickly then went outside to wait and watched while sitting on my bike as Nadine went for a run with the sun just setting. Two other people of the type to have adoring fan posters in police precincts and on post office walls were watching Nadine too. They were sitting on a Ford F250 hood watching her run along the river and had been doing this for a few days now from the way they nodded as she came into their view.
She ran past them paying no mind and seemed occupied with her own thoughts as she went past me. I considered the options and went shopping. The nice thing about Washington DC was that so many people were spying on each other that surveillance and eavesdropping devices were easy to find. I bought what I felt I would need and slept peacefully.
Nadine had a friend, I found out the next morning as they greeted each other while waiting for the bus. I seemed both were writers and talked about their stories while they waited. Taking a drive down the street after they were on their way to work I saw the Transam still parked but the Toyota was gone. A thin woman who looked as if she sucked lemons for breakfast was washing the sheet rock down, Nadine's mother if I was to guess.
