Chapter 13: Naked Play
Downtown Hurricane Bay
C-21 Blue Mystic Way
11:21 A.M.
I pulled the Mercedes into a narrow parking slip comprised of crushed shells and made my way into the Blue Mystic condominiums. Gregg Hofflander lived on the third floor, which probably offered a minimal view of the Gulf, if any view at all. Uninvited at the man’s residence, I was welcomed by a young female. The woman looked like a Victoria Secrets model with brown hair, high cheekbones, too much lipstick, and no smile. She wore a sheer nightie made of white lace, and her n*****s were solid points.
“Who are you?” the beauty queen asked after opening the door.
“Axle Dupree. I’m here to see Gregg.” I sounded confident, unyielding, and undeterred by her charmless beauty.
“He’s out of town. Gregg travels a lot
