Trailer Park Noir

“Mr. Carey,” Reznick said.

“Call me Mo.”

“Okay, Mo. Look, Mo, I hate to be the bearer of such bad news.”

Carey frowned and leaned forward in the chair. “What bad news?”

“I’m getting to that. I followed your wife last night. She went to a friend’s apartment to pick her up, and together, they went to a house in a Redding subdivision. There, they met with two men. I got some pictures.” Reznick opened the folder in front of him on the desk. “Like I said, I hate to give you bad news, but that’s the job.” He handed over the pictures he’d taken through the window.

Carey slowly looked through them. His face collapsed gradually as he examined the pictures.

“What… what is this?” Carey said. He turned his head back and forth very slowly. “I don’t understand.”

“Apparently, Mo, your wife has been meeting with these two men and posing nude for their cameras and having sex with them in front of those cameras.” He took from the folder more pictures, these from the website. “And those pictures and videos have been posted on a website called MILFParade.com.”

“MILF? What… this can’t… “ He squinted at Reznick, mouth open, head tilted to one side. “I don’t understand. This… this don’t even look like Alicia. I mean… I mean, look at her, she’s smilin’ and laughin’. She don’t even like sex.”

“Your wife is in her thirties, correct?”

Carey nodded.

“MILF stands for Moms I’d Like to Fuck,” Reznick said. “She took a friend with her last night, someone about the same age as your wife, and she, too, posed for pictures and videos and had sex with one of the men.”

As he went through the pictures, Carey’s face gradually changed. The squint slowly went away. He set his jaw and his eyebrows came together above the bridge of his nose. His eyes slowly widened, and he finally lifted them from the pictures and met Reznick’s. “Who are these men?” he said through his teeth.

“I don’t know yet. They run something called Burning Lizard Amusements, a company based in Redding. I’m going to look into it further. They run some other websites, too. Apparently, your wife has been working with them for a while because they have a lot of pictures and videos of her on MILFParade.com.”

“MILFParade.com – is that a pay site?”

“Oh, yeah. Not cheap, either. It’s thirty-nine bucks a month. I had to buy a membership to check it out, which will go on your bill, by the way. I can give you the password I used, if you’d like, and you can take over the membership. Might as well, since you paid for it.”

“Will you find out who those men are for me?”

“Look, I don’t want you to do anything that’s going to land you in jail. If you’re angry, you should focus that anger on your wife. I’m not saying you should beat her up, for crying out loud, but you’ve got plenty of reason to be angry with her. Confront her with these pictures.”

The pictures in his hand trembled because his hand was trembling. He stared at them for a long moment. “These pictures… I can’t believe ‘em. She looks so… happy. Like she’s havin’ the time of her life. She never looked like that with me, not once. Not even before we were married. What… what is it? I don’t get it.”

“Maybe your wife is an exhibitionist,” Reznick said. “Maybe she can’t really get off unless she knows people are watching, or are going to be watching. When she’s with these men, she knows her pictures and videos are going to be seen by a lot of men on this website.”

Carey lowered the pictures, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back. “They must be payin’ her. That’s how she’s able to buy stuff.”

“They are paying her,” Reznick said. “But I don’t think it’s much. I read her bio on the website. She’s one of the site’s most popular models. She has a lot of fans, and they send her gifts regularly.”

Carey slowly pulled his head back down and looked at Reznick with a flat expression. “Gifts. From fans.”

Reznick nodded. “That’s right.”

Carey’s shoulders lifted as he inhaled and he moved his head back and forth as he sighed.

“What do you want me to do now, Mo?”

“Find out who those guys are.”

“You’re sure you don’t want me to just close this case? You’ve got more than enough to confront your wife. What good will it do you to know who these guys are?”

“Because I’m gonna – “ He stopped abruptly and ground his teeth together noisily.

“No. I’m not going to do it. You’re going to get yourself in trouble. If I tell you who these guys are, you’ll go after them, and I can’t have that on my conscience. You’ll end up in jail. You might even end up hurt.”

“If anybody gets hurt, it won’t be me.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. You’ll go after them. I won’t find out who they are, Mo. I won’t do it. You’ll have to find somebody else to do it, because I won’t.”

“Fine, then. Maybe I will.”

Reznick nodded once. “Fine.”

“How much do I owe you?”

Reznick took the bill from the folder and handed it across the desk to him.

Carey produced a checkbook and wrote a check. He ripped it from the book and put it on the desk.

“Can I keep these pictures?” Carey said.

“They’re all yours. The whole file is yours. Here.” Reznick picked up a pen and on the bottom of the manila folder, he wrote the password he’d used to get into MILFParade.com. “That’s the password you can use to get into the website.”

“Thank you.”

Carey took the folder and stood. “Burning Lizard Amusements, you say?”

“That’s right. It’s in the file.”

“Okay. Thanks for your help.”

“Not at all. You paid for it.”

Carey left the office.

Reznick sighed. Another job done.

He sat back in his chair and locked his hands together behind his head. He was tempted to go home, and it wasn’t even noon yet. He remembered that Kendra was home alone all day. Home alone, all by herself.

In case you haven’t noticed, Kendra has a crush on you, Anna had said with a smile. I hope you’d never consider taking advantage of that, understand? Because if you did, I’d kill you. And you wouldn’t even see it coming.

Reznick chuckled a little. But it wasn’t funny. He knew she’d meant it.

But when he thought of Kendra in those short shorts and that bikini bra… all that bare creamy flesh… that sultry face and all that luxurious blonde hair…

He started getting an erection just thinking about her while sitting there in his office.

He decided not to go home. Not just yet.

He took out a book and started reading, hoping the door would open again soon and another client would come in with another case.

* * * *

Steven Regent was fixing himself a sandwich in the luxurious cool of the air conditioner when someone knocked at his door. When he opened it, he looked down at Kendra and returned her big smile. She wore a baggy white T- shirt with the Three Stooges on the front, a pair of black shorts, and flip-flops on her feet. The T-shirt could not conceal her generous breasts.

“Well, hello there,” Regent said.

“Hi, Mr. Regent.”