1 comments/ 19033 views/ 7 favorites Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 01 By: WifeWatchman The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series. Interludes 1-5 Sperm Wars series 1-4. Russian Roulette series 1-2 (may not yet be published) Case of the Murdered Lovers So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 1 - Prologue The stud grunted as he pistoned his huge cockmeat in and out of the sopping cunt beneath him, driving into the mature blonde beauty again and again with powerful thrusts, withdrawing but a third of his ten inch length only to slam forward again until their pelvises smashed together. Their mutual groans and gasps of pleasure mixed with the staccato slaps of flesh on flesh and the squeaking of the bedsprings in protest of the abuse they were taking, betraying the hot desires the couple felt as they rutted lustily. They were fucking as if they instinctively knew it might be the last time they would ever copulate so lustily and become one with the gods again... and they were right. The mixture of sounds masked the slight creak of the stairs in the hallway outside the bedroom as well as the bedroom door being slowly opened. They were too busy to notice: the young stud felt his nut rising, and having given the fifty-year-old woman beneath him at least two hard orgasms, he did not try to hold back the rushing torrent of deeply painful ecstasy that signaled his rapidly approaching climax. Sweat rolled off his back and temples as he pounded his beautiful, mature lover harder and harder, driving relentlessly to reach the crest and achieve the release his aching balls craved. He grunted loudly as his cock began spurting his man-lava deep into the older woman's well-fucked vagina, his head thrown back in the throes of total ecstasy. The gray mist before his eyes suddenly flashed bright white, then... nothing. He never heard the shotgun detonation just six inches from the back of his head. The woman had been enjoying the sensation of the younger man coming inside her, feeling him empty his wet essence into the depths of her fiery loins when she suddenly was overwhelmed by the twin sensations of a ringing deafness and the heavy weight of her lover's body collapsing onto her, trapping her beneath him. Groggily confused, she looked over his right shoulder just in time to make out the hole that led down the barrel of the shotgun. The beginnings of her scream were lost in a white flash as the shotgun fired directly into her beautiful face. Part 2 - The Crime Scene I groaned as I felt Britt Maxwell's mouth engulf my cock, her lips sliding down the shaft to my aching balls. I sat back on the sofa of her apartment, enjoying the sensations of the blowjob the absolutely gorgeous policewoman was giving me. It was about 11:30 pm on a beautiful early-Spring Friday night. My wife Melina and Dr. Laura Fredricson were at a symposium on sexual research in San Francisco, and Laura was giving one of the presentations. So I had asked Lieutenant Brittany Maxwell out for an evening of dinner and drinks, which she happily accepted. She looked lovely and incredibly hot in a white, frilly low-cut blouse and push-up bra that not only showed off her luscious breasts but promised their enjoyment later, and baggy white pants with stirrups with a navy blue belt and navy blue high heel pumps. After a great meal at one of the nicer restaurants in the affluent northwest section of Town, we went to a quiet bar for drinks and conversation. Despite the chill in the air we sat outside on the balcony overlooking a small lake, enjoying some flirtatious talk. I admired Britt's shapely feet in the high heel pumps, her hourglass figure, her inviting breasts... but most of all the bright twinkle of her eyes, which outsparkled the glints of light from her wineglass. The conversation turned to flirting and the beginnings of making love. As our light touching and gentle kisses began to turn into my nuzzling Britt's neck as she felt my cock through my pants, we knew we needed to get out of there, and Britt invited me back to her apartment. Though nothing was said, we both knew that we were going to spend the night making love, lustily copulating in deliciously sinful sexual pleasure... As she leaned over my left leg to suck my cock, I felt Britt's breasts pressing through her blouse onto my thigh. I enjoyed the sensations of pleasure and warmth that shot up my spine from my turgid meat as she fellated my rock-hard cock, and I thought with great anticipation about taking Britt into the bedroom, stripping her naked, mounting her and sinking into her depths, and fucking her with raw lust and abandon. My cock throbbed in Britt's mouth as I admired her body, thinking of the enjoyment of sucking and tonguing her pretty feet that would be coming while fucking her. My balls began the first rumblings that would ultimately lead to a deep, satisfying climax, and--- *BRRRRINNNGGGG!!!!* Shit. It was Britt's cell phone. Her mouth slid off my cock as her head jerked upright. I knew she had to answer it as it was her University Police phone. As she answered it, the lonely feeling of my wet cock waving in the air was supplanted by the feeling of my own cell phone vibrating in my pants pocket and then ringing. On my phone was Detective Tanya Perlman. "There's been a double murder at the Heritage Condos" she reported. The Heritage Condos were among the most expensive properties in the county. Some of the University's benefactors, the rich alumni, owned condos there. 
"I'll be right there." I said after Tanya gave a few more details. Britt was finishing her call at the same time. "That was Dr. Wellman" she said, mentioning the name of the University president. "The wife of one of our Alumni Board members was murdered." "Heritage Condos?" I asked. Britt nodded. "I just got the call, too." I said. "Let's go." --------------------------- We drove together to the condos, which were just east of the twin buildings of the University Hotel and the Tower Condos. The Heritage Condos were just off the Campus property line, at the base of the hills upon which my home "The Cabin" was built. A blaze of blue lights from the police vehicles bathed the parking lot between two rows of condos. We were admitted into the cordoned off area by Patrolman Pete Feeley. Feeley was young at age 24 or so, good natured, and he desperately wanted to be a Detective on the Police Force. "Can I go in with you guys?" he asked. "Maybe I can help." 

"Not this one, Feeley." I said. "Too much politics, if I don't miss my guess." I liked Feeley, he was a good kid. But he hadn't really shown himself to be Detective material so far, and if my guess was right, this case was going to be out of his league, so sorry. Lt. Maxwell and I approached the condo which was the scene of the crime, where another uniformed patrolmen let us into the residence. The door was on the left and admitted into a very large living room. A flight of stairs went up the left wall and across the back wall of the living room as a balcony. A door in the back wall of the living room led to the kitchen, and another door towards the right led to what appeared to be the dining room. We came up to the back of the sofa upon which two men sat. One was University President Wellman. The other was a man with a chiseled, square face, a head full of iron gray hair, and a muscular compact body. His name was Joe Arruzio. He was staring blankly forward, a strong drink in his hand which he occasionally absentmindedly sipped. "Joe, this is Lt. Maxwell of the University Police." Dr. Wellman said gently, by way of introduction. Britt sat down next to Arruzio as Dr. Wellman continued, "I asked her to come to help out because of her discretion." "Hello, Mr. Arruzio. I'm sorry for your loss." Britt said, knowing that one of the murder victims was Arruzio's wife. "As Dr. Wellman said, I will try to keep things as private as possible for you." Britt introduced me, then asked "I'm sorry to have to ask you to repeat your story, but can you tell us what happened?" Arruzio nodded then slowly spoke, as if in pain, but also carefully speaking his words: "I had finished up some business at my office in the city. I had planned to come here tomorrow for the Alumni Board meeting, and Marie-- my wife-- had come ahead of me today. I went to the bar in my office building for a drink, then decided to come on over tonight. When I got here, I found..." Arruzio looked up at the door at the end of the balcony above, in the right corner. "What time did you arrive here?" Britt asked. "About... about eleven o'clock." "And when did you leave the bar?" "About 9:30." Arruzio said. I noted that this would be correct, as it was about a 90 minute drive from the City to Town. The road was a double-lane but was heavily police-patrolled in the county between ours and the City's, so people had to be reasonable in their speeds. "If you'll excuse me, I'd better go upstairs." I said, wanting to see the crime scene. I went up the stairs and around the length of the balcony. I stopped just outside the master bedroom door and looked around. I saw nothing of interest on the carpet of the hallway, no marks, no stains. The door was open and I saw no marks on it as I stepped into the doorway. "Whaddya got, Perlman?" I asked gruffly as an introduction. "Bit of a delay in calling me, wasn't it?" "You had a hot date and I didn't want to interrupt it." she replied. Tanya Perlman was standing on the far side of the bedroom next to the window, at the corner of the bed. She was dressed in a navy skirt and jacket and white, open-collar shirt, the suit molding to her slender but curvy body, and sheer navy stockings and matte navy mid-heel pumps. She smiled at me as if inviting me to come in and fuck her, or so it felt. "Two dead, shotgun at close range." a male voice said in answer to my original question. A tall, lean man stood at the near side of the bed, wearing a lab coat over his button-down shirt and black slacks. I couldn't remember his name, Mark or Martin, but I knew he was the lead technician from the CSI/Coroner Department. The "head guy", as it were, and the way he acted sometimes, I wondered if he was a homosexual. A young woman, who was the girl that had helped Lt. Maxwell in my Todd/Ned incident some months back, was bagging a piece of evidence. Inga, I think her name was, or Ingrid... "And watch your God damn step!" the labcoat man almost shouted. "There may be evidence on the floor." I was not looking at the floor, however. I was looking at the bed, and at a grisly crime scene. A naked man was lying on top of a naked woman, both dead, obviously having been caught in flagrante delicto. The dead man was young, looked to be in his late twenties, and except for being dead he was in excellent physical condition: tall, lean, with well developed muscles. I noticed a birthmark on his right thigh; it seemed familiar but I couldn't remember why it should be. He was face-down so I didn't know if his facial features remained. The woman was older, low forties, perhaps. Her legs were shapely and her belly trim. Aside from seeing some blonde hairs on the woman, their heads were beyond description and it was pretty obvious what had happened. The woman's face, what was left of it, was beyond recognition. "The guy is hung like a horse." Tanya Perlman said as I looked at their nearly-joined loins. The man's cock was still elongated, engorged with blood, and Tanya was right: he was extremely well-endowed. "Did you know that if a man dies while hard, his cock stays hard?" she continued, "Rasputin died that way; the Russians cut off his cock and preserved it in a jar." "Yes, I knew that." I said witheringly, remembering the young stud that my sister had sent to attack Melina. And such sexual oddities about Rasputin were just the sort of thing Tanya Perlman would know and enjoy knowing, I thought to myself amusedly. "So who are these people?" "Yes, isn't it huge? He had just climaxed, also." the CSI man said. "Oh-- she is... Marie Arruzio, wife of Joe Arruzio. He came home and found the bodies. Her age: 50. Don't know who the man is. Considerably younger, about 30-33 in age. No ID in his clothes." "Hmm, both older than they look. How can we tell it's her?" I asked, seeing that there was no way this woman was identified by her face. "Husband said those are her wedding rings on the fingers." Labcoat Man said. "Also gave us some birthmark and mole information which appears to be correct." "How was the husband when you spoke with him?" I asked. "Shell-shocked. Wouldn't you be?" Tanya said. "But he kept steady enough while I was talking with him." "Murder weapon. Shotgun, you said. Did you find any weapons?" I asked. "No weapons," Tanya said, "anywhere in the house." "Yes, shotgun. Double-ought, you can see a couple here in the skin." Labcoat said, pointing out the evidence on the bodies. I wanted to feel sick, but I steeled my stomach. "I'd say two shells were discharged." Labcoat replied. "One round would not do this much damage to both of them." "Well, the shells would tell us that." I said. "What gauge was it?" "We haven't found any shells yet." Tanya Perlman said. "What?" I almost yelled, even as I was falling to my knees. I looked under the dresser, under the bed, careful not to move the bedspread too much. I also looked for anything that would suggest where a shell might have fallen. There was nothing. "No shells." I said, thinking furiously. "Now why in the hell..." I was looking around the room. Nothing seemed amiss nor disturbed. The floor appeared to be absent of anything that might provide a clue. Nothing was in either of the small trash cans in the room. I wandered to the door that led to the bathroom. It was obvious the CSI team had already been through it, and I saw nothing of importance. A question to the others confirmed that. "It looks like the closet is undisturbed, also." Tanya Perlman said, "but we need to ask Mr. Arruzio if anything is missing. I was going to ask him when I got here, but he's pretty fucked up right now." I was looking into the closet, which was almost filled with dresses and women's shoes, but only a couple of men's suits, three shirts, two neckties and two pairs of slacks. "I can understand." I said. "So he found the bodies?" Tanya nodded. "Yes, he did. So what do you think?" Tanya Perlman asked. I motioned with a shoulder shrug for her to follow me out of the bedroom. In the hall, I whispered "Don't mention the absent shells to the husband. So, what do you make of this floor?" I asked, indicating the hallway floor, and then pointing to the floor inside the room. Tanya just looked bewildered. "Nothing was found on the floor, out her nor in there. Nothing really out of place anywhere." "Bathroom clean? No smell of anything?" "Nope." Then she caught on. "Should there be something?" "Just that nobody has puked yet." I said. She still looked puzzled, so I asked "So what do you make of this case?" "My first thought would be that the husband came in and found his wife in bed with another man, got a shotgun and blasted them." Tanya replied. "But that doesn't make sense, he would've had to hide the shotgun and if he did we'll find it soon enough. Also, he has an alibi, even though we need to check it out. But I know something is not making sense there." "You're thinking in the right direction, but the problem..." I said, in the manner of instruction to a good student, "is that if he'd just walked in on them, they'd have known he was there and probably have gotten up...at least disconnected." Tanya grinned and said "Well, as big as he was, maybe he couldn't get it out fast enough." And then it struck me that through all of that grisly mess, which I was having to resolve myself to not get sick, Tanya Perlman was not only unaffected, but making sexual comments about the dead man' sexual endowment. "No..." I said, smiling at the joke, but staying serious and focused on the case, "somebody snuck up on them and shot them. Which of course means..." I let the sentence lap, expecting and hoping for Tanya to complete it. "... that it's pre-meditated." Detective Perlman finished. I was pleased; she was fast and putting together things well. "That's right." I continued. "They may not even have known what hit them. We're going to have to talk to residents in the area, see if they heard anything. Who responded to the call?" "Patrolmen Rudistan and Morton." Tanya replied, mentioning the names of two relatively good officers on the Force. "Of course, Officer Feeley showed up very quickly after the call went out. I'll get all of them started on people hanging around now, and tomorrow have them knock on doors." "Good." I said, continuing to be impressed by Tanya Perlman as a detective. "In the meantime, keep an eye on the CSI wannabees in there, make sure they don't fuck anything up. Christ..." I said, almost as an afterthought, "I'd almost rather have Feeley in there than those guys." "They're not bad, they just need some organization and further training." Tanya said. Seeing the gleam in my eye at those words, she quickly added "Anything else I should be looking for?" She was eager to please and trying to learn, also, and I also knew she had asked for another reason. But time for that later: I decided to throw her a really juicy bone. "Just the contents of the closet." I replied as I began heading down the hallway. Descending the stairs, I approached the trio still sitting on the sofa. I sat down in the chair next to the sofa, sideways to them. Introducing myself again, I said "Mr. Arruzio, I'm sorry for your loss, and I know how hard a time this is for you, but I need to ask you some questions so we can get started finding your wife's killer or killers." Arruzio peered at me, his eyes focusing and momentarily steely. "I think I remember hearing of you. You're doing good things on the Police Force. How can I help you?" "Sir, were you aware that your wife was having an affair?" "No." Arruzio said, then paused. "No, not for sure. But I've been busy with work for the past few months, maybe too much so..." "Were there any problems in your marriage? Any issues from you working too much? Any arguments at all?" "No, we were fine. No fights at all. We both have busy lives, of course, but no real problems." "I understand. Can you tell me what time you arrived here tonight?"

"About eleven o'clock or so." Under my questioning, Mr. Arruzio went on to explain that he'd been working late on a business deal. He'd been expecting to meet some others but they cancelled at 8:30pm. He went down to the bar in his office's building for about an hour. While there, he decided to come on over to Town tonight instead of waiting until tomorrow. He tried to call his wife, but got no answer, and came on over anyway, only to find the crime scene. "Just one more question, sir. When was the last time you talked with your wife?" "Around eight o'clock. I told her that I was staying in town to finish the business deal. But when the guys cancelled on me, I went to the bar for a while and then decided to come on over." Once I had Arruzio's story, I looked around the house, where other CSI/Coroner people were milling about. Nothing had been found, no weapons of any kind. Marie Arruzio's purse was found in the kitchen, her wallet inside it containing several hundred dollars in cash. There was no sign of forced entry to either the front or back doors, nor any ground floor windows. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 01 I went out front. Most of the blue lights had been shut off, though the ambulance's red and white lights were still on, and the entrance to the condo complex was blocked by a patrol car. I talked to Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan. Both were friendly enough officers, both a bit out of shape. Micah Rudistan had a bit of a mischievous reputation and often got into minor trouble. Chet Morton was husky and often ended up being the foil of jokes. They were competent, though: they and Feeley had already taken car tag numbers of every vehicle in the complex and along the adjoining roads, complete with their locations, and had already spoken to several people who had congregated as gawkers. No one had anything of much relevance. Upon questioning, some of the onlookers who lived in the area had heard what they described as a car backfiring or doors slamming at various times ranging from 8:30 to 10:30. Just as I turned to go inside, Tanya Perlman met me at the door. "They're ready to take the bodies out." she said. Knowing what I had to do, I entered the living room again. "Mr. Arruzio, I don't think you can stay here tonight. Would you like one of my patrolmen to take you to the University Hotel?" I had to get him out of there before they brought the bodies out. "No no no." President Wellman interjected. "You'll stay with me tonight, Joe." I nodded and Dr. Wellman and Britt Maxwell helped Mr. Arruzio out to Dr. Wellman's car. I cautioned Arruzio that he needed to stay in town, and asked Dr. Wellman to be in custody of him. Dr. Wellman understood, even if Arruzio was still in shock. As they drove off, I heard the commotion. "Let me in! I have something to tell the detective!" I heard an old woman's voice yelling. Looking over towards the end of the building, I saw Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan restraining Old Mrs. Boddiker. Mrs. Boddiker was a homeless woman, so she claimed, often found begging for money and occasionally coming in to the police station to report some wild crime that we could never find to have actually occurred. I went over. 
"It's okay, guys." I said. "Mrs. Boddiker, what can you tell me?" 
"It was him, Detective. It was him." the old woman said emphatically. "It was who, ma'am?" "Why, it was Joe Arruzio! I saw him, he was here!" "When was that, Mrs. Boddiker?" I asked. The patrolmen had looks on their faces of wondering why I was talking to this quack woman. I knew that was one reason I was a Supervisor and a Detective and they were still Patrolmen. "It was at 9:28, Detective, to the minute. I looked at my watch right here." she held out her wrist to show a worn timepiece... which was displaying the correct time according to my own watch. "I saw Joe Arruzio in front of this building. He walked to his car, got in and drove away." "I see." I said, taking notes on my notepad. "Did you see or hear anything else?" "Why yes I did, sir. I heard two noises, like doors slamming. That's why I came around front from behind the building." When I asked why she was behind the building, she said she was looking through the garbage cans. I asked her if she heard any people arguing, and she said she had not, just the door slamming. "But it was him Detective. It was Joe Arruzio! He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and black pants, and he got in that car and drove off. It was him!" I asked for the description of the car, and Mrs. Boddiker said it was an old car, dark color, and that was all she could make out of it. I asked if she had found anything in the trash that might be of use to our investigation; she had not. I thanked Mrs. Boddiker for her information and told Officer Feeley to walk with me as an excuse to get away from her. "What did you think of that, Officer Feeley?" I asked the young patrolman. "She sounds sure of herself." Officer Feeley replied, "but when I got here, Mr. Arruzio was telling Detective Perlman that he drove in from the City. He couldn't possibly have been here at that time if he was driving into Town." "That's right." I said, but just as I was about to ask Feeley another question, I had to break it off because of who had just driven up: the Press. The attractive redhead woman came hurrying up, with her cameraman in tow. Her name was Bettina Wurtzburg. She was the investigative reporter covering the Town and University police beats. She was short and in good shape. Her hair was light red, strawberry blonde. How she could run in high heels like she did I don't know, but she could cover ground with amazing speed. She had a way of showing up at exactly the wrong time. And this time she had me corralled. I just prayed to God that she had not overheard the conversation with Old Mrs. Boddiker or Officer Feeley. "Detective, may I ask you a couple of questions?" Bettina said, deftly avoiding Officer Feeley, who was trying to protect me from her. I grudgingly allowed her to ask, knowing that her questions would let me know how much she knew. "Is it true that Marie Arruzio has been found dead? How did she die?" Bettina asked, her second question assuming the answer to the first. She knew that much, I surmised. "There has been a murder committed. The names of the deceased have not been released pending identification and notification of next of kin." I said. "Was Joe Arruzio involved in the crime? Is he dead or wounded? Was anyone else involved?" Either she doesn't know about Arruzio or she's faking that. And she knows someone else is involved, I reasoned.

"We're still ascertaining the details. We'll have more information for you in the morning. If you'll excuse me..." I began walking off. Bettina Wurtzburg tried to follow, but this time Patrolman Chet Morton was an immovable mountain between us. Still, her cameraman got excellent film of two bodies covered in sheets being removed from Joe Arruzio's condo and loaded into the ambulance. That was not a good start to this case, and a reproach to my management of it. Part 3 - The Alibi "Okay, what do we have?" Chief Griswold gruffly asked. We were in the conference room next to the chief's office. It was 6:30 am. Britt Maxwell and I had been up all night. At 4:00 am I had to make the call to bring Myron Milton, my IT data expert, into the office. I thought he'd be grumpy about it, but to the contrary he came in excited to be working on something *big* and got to work immediately after I briefed him. Present at the morning meeting were the Chief, Tanya Perlman, Hugh Hewitt, Cindy Ross, myself, Britt Maxwell, but also Captain Harold Malone, Steve Ikea, Tim Geiger, and Teresa Croyle. Why the Chief had invited the Vice team in on a murder case I didn't understand, but they were there. It was my place to speak, but I asked Tanya Perlman to give the details of the crime scene, which she did with thoroughness and efficiency. I then said that my IT team was gathering information on Marie Arruzio and Joe Arruzio such as financial records, credit card records, and other information that might be useful in giving clues to any possible motives for the crimes. The other man had not yet been identified. Myron was running all the car tags in the area to see if any of them might belong to the dead man. "After this meeting, we're going to check out Arruzio's story. We'll have to go to the City to do that." "That means you and Lt. Maxwell. You're the only State operatives here." Chief Griswold said. He was right. Although we were employed by the University, we technically could pretend to have State-wide authority, whereas the Town (and County) Force had no authority two counties over. We could ask the City Police for help, but everyone present, even Ikea, knew why that was something to be avoided unless we absolutely had to do it. "If you run into anything, contact Ventura with the City Police." Robin Ventura was a city police officer, but more importantly to us she was the daughter of University Police Commissioner Dexter Robinson. She was the only person reasonably trustworthy that would work with us in a way we could get something done, and quickly. "We don't need to contact her." Malone interjected, and I knew what his problem with Ventura was. She was black, and Malone had a problem with that. I moved quickly to steer the conversation away. "We'll handle it, Chief." I said. "For now, we're just going to check and see how Arruzio's story checks out." "Any ideas or theories right now?" the chief asked me. "None," I replied, "until we identify the dead man and confirm Arruzio's alibi." Oops, I thought to myself, I'd just used the word "alibi". Hopefully no one caught my slip of the tongue. "Shouldn't we arrest Joe Arruzio now?" Steve Ikea suddenly said. We all looked at him, some of us incredulously, some reverently. "On what grounds?" the Chief asked. 

"Suspicion of murder. He could be a flight risk. And he probably did it; it's just a matter of getting the corroborating evidence." Ikea said haughtily. "And what makes you think he did it?" the Chief asked, his voice becoming withering. "It's always the husband. That's what he says." Ikea said, pointing rudely at me. I exchanged a glance with Tanya Perlman; Ikea apparently had once heard me telling her that it's always the spouse... except that I had first said "According to Agatha Christie..." While the spouse was always an initial suspect, Ikea was jumping the gun like crazy on this one. "We need evidence to get an arrest warrant first." Chief Griswold said. He then instructed us to follow up on Arruzio's story and any other information pertaining to him that might come up. He then instructed the Vice team to check for any drug-related issues the Arruzios might have had, and he also wanted the Vice team to "assist" us in identifying who the dead man was and then following up on anything that would explain the dead man's involvement... "beyond the obvious fact that he was fucking Marie Arruzio." the chief added drily. ------------------------------- We were on the highway driving to the City. Hugh Hewitt was driving, having gotten some sleep the night before. Britt Maxwell was in the backseat and had fallen sound asleep within a few minutes of our car pulling out of the headquarters parking lot. Hugh and I had bantered about his date the night before; he had gotten some pussy from a hot married blonde. "One big coitus interruptus!" Britt said from the backseat when Hugh asked how my date with Britt had gone (how did everyone know so much about that?). We all laughed, then talked a few minutes about the case before Britt fell asleep. I began looking at the newspapers I had picked up when Hugh stopped to get gas. The Town and City papers had front page headlines about the murders. Marie Arruzio was a Socialite in the City as well as the wife of a well-known businessman and University patron, and the details of the murder were scant, especially in that they did not yet give details that she'd been murdered while being fucked by young man who was not her husband. Another article from the City paper caught my eye, as an event had occurred in San Francisco, where Melina and Laura were. The article said that a Chinese diplomat had been murdered in the Chinatown district. He had been protected by bodyguards, but he had been shot by one well-placed bullet to the head. The police and the FBI were at a loss to understand how a sniper had been able to accomplish the feat, and the Chinese Government was raising a diplomatic stink over the incident. I had a stopwatch running, timing the trip from the time we left Town until we arrived at the office building where Arruzio had been. I was assuming that the Saturday morning traffic would be similar to or lighter than Friday night traffic, and we had no delays. Sure enough, the time was just under 90 minutes. We also noted six highway patrol cars from either the State or a County. The road was indeed well-patrolled, and would've been even moreso on a Friday night where University students might be drinking and driving. Arriving at the building in late morning, we expected the bar to be closed but were in luck that the restaurant manager was also the bartender the previous night and was there. We simply said we were the police investigating a murder, and asked if Joe Arruzio had been at the bar the night before. 

"Oh yeah, he was here." the man said. "In fact, I've still got last night's security camera tape." He replayed it for us, and while the film quality was bad, it showed Joe Arruzio in a gray sweater and slacks, sitting at the bar with several people around, toasting something. We asked if we could make a copy of the tape on equipment we had brought, admitting that we could not confiscate the tape without a warrant, but that we were just establishing Arruzio's whereabouts. The man said no problem. As the tape was being copied, we asked a few questions. "Did Mr. Arruzio come into the bar often?" Britt Maxwell asked. "No, he might come in once every four months or so, and usually with clients or business partners. That's why I noticed him last night. He came in alone, and he bought everyone a round." "Did he say what he was celebrating?" I asked. "No, he said something vague about business, but I didn't catch anything specific." The bartender verified the times, which matched with Arruzio: he'd come in about 8:30 that night and left about an hour later. "Did he make any cell phone calls? or receive any?" I asked, seemingly as an afterthought. "I think I saw him on his cell phone just before he left, but I don't really remember. Maybe the tape will show it." In fact, I had already noticed that the tape had shown that Arruzio had a phone to his ear just before leaving. We thanked the man and got out of there with our copied tape. Having copied it while out of jurisdiction and leaving the original behind, it had ceased to be admissible evidence. But we weren't worried about that. "Looks like Mr. Arruzio's alibi holds up." Britt Maxwell said as we drove out of the city. "There is no way he could've committed the murder at 9:30 or even 8:30 and been in the City. Looks like that old woman was wrong." "Yep." I said. "At least 10 witnesses he was buying drinks for, and he's on tape. Everything checks out so far, right down to the cell phone calls... the... cell phone..." I had fallen into a brown study of thought. I almost jumped out of my skin as Britt shook my shoulder. "You okay?" she asked? "Uh, yeah... I just was trying to think of something." I said. Britt and Hugh asked what I was thinking about but I shrugged it off, saying I needed to be sure to have Myron verify the cell phone calls. ------------------------- Police work is tedious. It is not the glamour of the television shows. Cases are not solved by exciting chases shooting at the bad guys, but by poring over reams of data and looking for anything out of place... not even knowing what "out of place" would be. Such was the case when I arrived back in my office in the IT dungeon. Myron had been very good at collecting data, perhaps too good. He and I brought boxes of printed data up to the MCD room, and Hugh and I spent hours looking over data. Joe Arruzio had called his wife about 8:00 pm, and the data showed the origination was from on the west side of the the City, which showed he was in the city at 8:00 pm. Meanwhile, Marie Arruzio had made a cell call to a prepaid cell phone immediately after receiving the call from her husband. "So what this means," I told Teresa Croyle and Cindy Ross, who had joined us, "is that Marie Arruzio believed her husband was staying in the City. She called her lover to come over for sex, believing the coast was clear. So now I'm looking for a record of his attempted call when he was about to leave the bar. Hmm, there's one... but hmmm, it's incoming, not outgoing. Well, the tape did show Arruzio was on the phone about 9:25-9:30." "What about 8:30?" Cindy asked. "Didn't Mr. Arruzio say he tried to call when his meeting was cancelled, but didn't connect?" "Yep, and...." I said, looking at the data in that timeframe... "there it is. It connected, but for one minute. That's the minimum time recorded though, he may have gotten voicemail and hung up." ""He's still got a huge alibi here." Cindy said. "Yep, gotta agree." I said. We turned to the financial records, which Myron had summarized for us. He came in with more data and I asked him to fill us in. Joe Arruzio had done many deals of various types. Sometimes he financed deals, sometimes brokered deals for others. Most of his deals were related to real estate or construction projects. Most were successful, though he had had a few failures that had dented him pretty hard. But there was noting visibly out of the ordinary. "Do we know what his latest deal is, and who he was doing business with, the guys that cancelled on him?" I asked. When Myron said no, I told Hugh that we, meaning he, needed to check on that. "Now Marie Arruzio..." Myron said, relishing his words, "she's a lot more interesting. First, she comes from a very wealthy family and she has a trust fund. Fifty million dollars." We all sat up straight. "And before you ask, her husband cannot touch the trust fund and he wouldn't get it if she died. Now that she's dead, it's going to pay out dividends to several charities that she's listed in her will. Don't know what the will says, so don't know exactly who benefits." "Principal can't be touched, though, except through special Court order and only for extreme hardship." I said, glancing at the data. "So nobody is getting a big windfall. What's next, Myron?" 
"Next are credit card records, and I got them going back 30 years. For most of their marriage, she spent money but not really big amounts. Clothes, shoes, some jewelry. A few vacation trips. Steady spending but nothing really huge, except... during the last four months." Myron handed us some printed data. "During the last four months she's been spending a lot more. She's also been transferring money out of her bank accounts and into other recently opened bank accounts. And one other thing: Most of her spending before the last few months had been in the City, at the same malls, same Nordstroms, same jewelry stores. The last few months, most of her spending has been here in Town; she's only gone to the City a few times." "What about Joe? Has he been staying in the City, or here?" Hugh asked. "The City!" a voice called out. It was Tanya Perlman, who had just walked into the room. As she walked up, she looked meaningfully at me. "That's what you meant by the contents of the closet, isn't it?" I smiled. "Yes it is. Explain to them." "Marie had a lot of clothes in the closet and in the dresser, as well as plenty of jewelry." Tanya said. "Joe had a couple of suits, a few shirts in the dresser. Almost nothing else. At first, I thought you meant he'd moved out and left her behind, but then I realized he never did live there, but she apparently took up residence. So they were pretty much living separately." "Yes." I said. "And from what we just learned here, she's been living here the last four months. Now why is that?" Silence. "Anyone?" No one answered, so I finished. "I would guess her affair with this now dead man began about four months ago, and she's been living here to be around him." Everyone nodded, ahh'd and ooh'd over that deduction. Perhaps sarcastically, knowing these guys... Part 4 - Desires Unleashed and Released The 7:00 pm meeting in the Chief's office lasted two long, frustrating hours. First, when we confirmed Arruzio's alibi, Ikea was crestfallen. He kept bringing up points of contention that might have been valid if they hadn't been floundering and trying to twist facts to support a theory. We then had to go through the financial information in great detail in order to make the Chief and Captain Malone fully understand, and they seemed to be unswervingly refusing to understand. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 01 Finally, the Chief broke up the meeting with new instructions: he wanted Cindy Ross and Teresa Croyle to work together and begin interviewing friends of Marie Aruzzio. He wanted to know what she'd been doing the last 4-6 months, who she'd been spending time with, and what people knew about her affair with the dead man. And speaking of the dead man, I was catching some heat: who the hell was that man and why hadn't I found out yet. Fortunately, Myron Milton and Lainie Evans came into the room. Lainie was a young woman, just out of college, that worked in IT. I suspected her of being secretly loyal to Ikea and Malone. She wore her long, long brown hair very straight, and she wore the most gaudy nerd glasses ever. Her body was voluptuous, not fat but voluptuous, certainly very fuckable though I suspected she was a virgin. She was quiet and nerdy, but sometimes her voice got harsh and controlling. So why was I keeping her in IT? She had potential... and she had an aura about her, somewhat like Melina... a sexual aura that I couldn't quite define but I'd actually thought about fucking geeky Lainie while having sex with Melina... "Chief, we may have a lead on the man." Lainie announced, taking charge. "One of the cars parked in the complex hasn't been associated with anyone living there. It was about two buildings away from Mr. Arruzio's condo. ADA Paulina Patterson is going to get us a warrant to search that car." "Excellent." the Chief said tiredly. "Don, you got good people down there." I heartily agreed. ----------------------------------------------- We headed to the Cop Bar, as we affectionately called it, for a late supper. The barkeep there had a nice spread of food waiting for us, having received a phone call from Chief Griswold to put the dinner on his (the Chief's) tab. But as everyone else talked, I grew very tired. I had not slept in a couple of days. Britt was also tired, and when Tanya and Cindy started telling us to go get some sleep, we said our goodbyes. "Let's go to my apartment." Britt said. "We have a date to finish." As tired as I was, I couldn't help but totally agree. Arriving at her place, the door had barely shut and she had just asked if I wanted something to drink when I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. "No, there's only one thing I want right now." I said hungrily. And what I was hungry for wasn't food. I pressed my lips to Britt's and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth, a prelude to another penetration that I was about to make happen. Our arms wrapped tightly around each other as we deeply kissed, then our hands began to wander over each other. I was unfastening her belt and pulling her blouse over her shoulders as her hands deftly undid my belt and unzipped my pants, going directly for my throbbing cock. Within moments my pants were puddled around my ankles and Britt was jacking my cock. Our tongues twined hotly as Britt's clothes also fell to the floor and my hands worked to unfasten her bra and release those gorgeous mammaries from their confinement. Britt began unfastening my shirt as she stepped out of shoes to release the stirrups of her pants. "Do you want me to take off my heels?" she asked into my mouth as we rapidly stripped each other. "No, leave 'em on." I grunted, then took her asscheeks into my hands and began squeezing them, mauling them in time to the thrusts of my tongue into her throat. I slid her soaked panties down her thighs until they fell free to the floor as she removed my shirt. Now that we were naked, except for Britt's high heel pumps, I picked up the beautiful policewoman and carried her into her bedroom. It was small, lit by one lamp. I deposited Britt onto the bed and lay down beside her, my hand sliding down her taut belly to her pussy. Her pubic hair wasn't nearly as thick as the lush thickness of Melina or Laura's cunt bushes, and Britt had hers trimmed into a long rectangular "runway" just above the swollen labes of her cunt. My fingers slid over her cuntal folds and penetrated into her hole. My mouth found the rock-hard nipple of her right breast and I sucked hard on it in time to sinking my bird finger to the hilt inside her sopping wetness. Britt gasped loudly, thrusting her groin up into my hand. As I moved my mouth to her left breasts, sucking hard on the inviting teat, I slid my finger out of her twat and began moving up as if to mount her. Sitting on my knees, I grabbed her asscheeks, my fingers digging into the firm flesh, and pulled her cunt up to my mouth. Britt pulled her legs back until her feet were over her shoulders. "OH GOD!" the gorgeous black-haired bombshell screamed as my tongue slid roughly up the length of her slit. God! that tastes great! I thought to myself as I fastened my mouth to her labes and probed her vagina with my tongue. I sucked, munched and licked Britt's juicy, soaking wet quim like a starved beast, deep lust and passion beginning to overwhelm me. 
 "That's enough, Don... fuck me... FUCK ME!" Britt yelled out. She was ready: quivering lightly, not yet at orgasm, but desperate with need to be filled by a hard cock. I eased her asscheeks back onto the bed and slid onto her, catching her legs under my arms to keep them spread wide and back. I mounted Britt, easing my weight down onto her as her hands slid between our sweat-soaked abs and grabbed my throbbing cock near the base. She guided my swollen cockhead into her slit and, unable to control myself, I thrust forward. My cock split her cuntwalls open and drove in until I was balls-deep. I was in! "OH GOD!" Britt gasped as I sank all the way into her. I withdrew only partway and then thrust deep into her again, then repeated the motion until I was rapidly fucking her hard and deep. Britt was meeting my thrusts, our groins slamming together in raw lust. She craned her neck up at me and her lips found mine in a kiss. Answering, I slammed my mouth onto hers and pushed her head back onto the pillow, our kiss becoming a duel of tongues as I balled the incredibly beautiful woman will all the raw power I could muster. It was simply a hard, lust-fueled fuck between two horny, in-shape people who badly needed the pent-up release. All the tensions of our jobs combined with the unrequited sexual desire between us were unleashed into each other as I savagely pumped my cockmeat into Britt's sodden cunt, my ass flexing rapidly up and down. She was matching me, her hands on my hips pulling me into her. We were gasping for air through our hot, deep kisses as we furiously mated. "UHHH!" Britt groaned as I felt her cunt spasm and clutch hard at my invading cock. I pushed in even harder as she came, feeling my own climax rapidly approaching. I seemingly lost control of my body, slamming into the woman beneath me wildly, brutally, then I heard myself scream as intense, pleasurable pain squeezed my loins. I was coming inside her, spurt after potent spurt of semen jetting into the depths of her spasming pussy. When I regained control of my senses, I was lying on top of Britt, my mouth kissing her neck and jaw. My cock was rapidly shrinking, and in incredible lassitude of deep pleasure overwhelmed me. I let Britt's legs escape the confines of my arms and she wrapped them tightly around me. "Oh baby, that was so good... so fucking good." To be continued... Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 02 The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series. Interludes 1-5 Sperm Wars series 1-4. Russian Roulette series 1-2 (may not yet be published) Case of the Murdered Lovers So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 5 - Ghost From The Past The clock accusingly stated 6:00am as I entered Police Headquarters the next morning and went to the MCD room. I felt very good. An hour before, I had awakened to the very pleasurable sensation of Britt Maxwell sucking my cock. Once hard, she asked me to fuck her dog style. I mounted her from behind, slicing my cock into her nasty wet cunt from behind, firmly holding her hips as I slammed my groin into her asscheeks with speed and raw, sexual power. It was a truly hot, deliciously sinful sight, watching Britt's swollen labes clinging tightly to my iron-hard shaft as I pulled out, then seeing them pushed inwards as I slammed forward back into her steaming snatch. I began fucking Britt with a hard, fast rhythm. She didn't try to keep up, but just let me use her body for our mutual pleasure, letting me pull her waist to me as I drove forward, only to be stopped by my loins smashing into her lusciously sweet asscheeks. I admired Britt's beautiful body, her sleek back, her lustrous black hair, her beautiful face in profile as her right cheek was pressed into the mattress, eyes closed, the ecstasy she was feeling etched onto her features. I tried hard to not get overheated, to let my nut rise slowly, and for a while succeeded. But Britt's tight, hot, sopping wet cunt was too much for me, and after about 10 minutes of steady, deep, hard fucking, I had to let go. I felt the release in my balls, then up my spine to my whole body as I erupted into Britt's climaxing cunt. After cuddling Britt for a few minutes, I reluctantly left the warmth of her body and her bed. I showered and came on in to work, leaving her to take her time getting ready. As usual, I examined the papers, the early Sunday editions, while half-listening to a small TV broadcasting the local news. The City papers were focusing upon the murder of the Chinese diplomat in San Francisco. The Chinese Government had suddenly shut up about it, and it was easy to see why: a couple of leaks suggested that the murdered diplomat might have actually been a high-ranking spy for the Red Chinese. I expected to read no more about it. The local paper was more detailed about our local murders. The University Alumni Board meeting had been cancelled. There were some details about the crime scene which told me that someone was leaking information to the press. One thing the Press didn't know was the identity of the dead man, and they were taking their usual pot-shots at the Police Department for not having given them that info. At that moment Patrolman Pete Feeley walked in. "Any news on the case?" "Officer Feeley," I said, calling the patrolman by what had become his nickname, "if you can tell me how the Press could have known about Tiger Woods's infidelities so quickly, known what golf club his wife had beaten him and his car with, known all the porn starlets that Woods had been banging, knew what he had for dinner and what room he was in at his rehab place... yet they whine when they can't find out the name of our dead man while accusing US of 'withholding' the information from them... if you can tell me how that can be, I'll get you a promotion." Did I mention that I am not a fan of the Press? "Well, maybe they--" Feeley started, but stopped as the TV arrested our attention. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel 2 News!" the TV blared at me. Bettina Wurtzburg's face and light red hair, same color as mine, filled the screen. "Channel Two News has learned that the police have identified an automobile that might be involved in the double murder of socialite Marie Arruzio and an unknown man last night, and that a search warrant is being obtained. Channel 2 News has..." As I listened, incredulous then increasingly angry, Chief Griswold came up behind me. "How the fuck did she find out about that?" he said, more rhetorically than anything else. "If I find out who the fucking leak is, I'm going to roast the bastard's head on a spit. Do you hear me, Feeley? On a spit!" The Chief rarely got angry, never cussed... except when discussing the issue of leaks to the Press. "I'll talk to you later, Patrolman Feeley." I said, a direct hint to the young officer. He had not gotten the chief's hint; fortunately, he understood mine and quickly exited. The Chief sat down in the chair next to me. "Anything new?" "No," I said. "Myron was running data last night. The strange thing is that data on Joe Arruzio before his college years is almost nothing. No high school listing yet, nothing before that. No birth certificate anywhere, at least not yet." "They were paper back in his day, and mine. Nothing digital. But no high school --what does that suggest?" the Chief asked. "Nothing yet, not for sure. But it's strange. I might go interview him with some questions about that, hit him with it, see what pops out." "Well, be careful. He's not a suspect, and the University is going to be very protective about one of their Alumni Board members and largest contributors." the Chief admonished me. He was right; the politics of University and money were once again in play. Everyone else on my team were coming in one-by-one. Only Tanya Perlman had not reported in yet, but I knew she'd already been here and had gone out on a mission with Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan. The Chief's meeting was for 8:00 am and we migrated into his conference room for it. After hearing of Croyle and Ross's so-far unproductive interviews with friends of Marie Arruzio, Myron reported that he was delving into some of Joe Arruzio's past business deals; there was some sketchiness about where the money for some of them was coming from. But we'd have to get a warrant to "officially" get into the records of some of the City banks involved. This brought about a sneering retort from Steven Ikea: if Joe Arruzio was cleared, why were we wasting our time delving into his past? This from the same guy who wanted to arrest Mr. Arruzio the day before. The Vice people all murmured agreement with him today, just as they had with his antipodal opinion then. So I opened my mouth. "So, Ikea, you're absolutely sure Arruzio's story is air-tight?" I asked. Everyone looked at me strangely. "Well, unless you think the guy flew like Superman from the City to the condo, killed his wife and the other man, then flew back, he's definitely in the clear." Ikea snorted. This would seem to be embarrassing to me, especially giving Ikea a shot like that. He looked at me with a condescending sneer, not realizing the trap he'd just fallen headlong into. "Okay, if you say so." I said, then turned to Myron. "Myron, with the chief's permission, get Paulina to get a warrant for that financial info. We'll have to let City know we're going into their jurisdiction, but it can't be helped." Ikea almost shouted out "Why bother? Mr. Arruzio is clear--" "Shut up, Ikea." Chief Griswold ordered. "But he has a point. Why ARE we doing this?" The Chief had figured out where I was going with this, and threw me the line I needed with no one the wiser. "Because it may give a clue to the murderer." I said, "Someone might have done this to get back at Joe Arruzio, and if there's some shady financial dealings going on, we need to know who might have had a motive to harm his wife." A murmur of understanding spread around the room and Ikea began to get red in the face. "We also need to find and interview the business partners he was supposed to meet Friday night, and find out why they cancelled on him--" At that moment, Assistant District Attorney Paulina Patterson came into the conference room, accompanied by Detective Tanya Perlman. Paulina was wearing a trim tan business jacket and white blouse, and a tight-fitting tan skirt. She looked tight and fine to my lusting eyes... "Why are you here?" Captain Malone openly asked, meaning it as a sneering insult towards the woman because she was black. Patterson ignored him. "We obtained and executed the warrant on the car." she announced. "Detective Perlman?" "We found a wallet in the car," Tanya said, taking up the bit, "and we've transmitted the information to the Coroner's office to confirm his identity. They'll make the public announcement of his name when they confirm it--" "And that name damn well better not be reported by the Press before the Coroner's Office announces it!" Chief Griswold interjected with some feeling, then said to Tanya very sweetly "Sorry to interrupt, Miss Perlman. So who is the man?" "His name is Jack Burke." Perlman replied. Myron got up, saying he'd start running data. Tanya handed him a slip of paper with more information as he passed by her. "Who... who did you say?" Teresa Croyle asked sharply. Was that a look of shock on Teresa Cunt's normally bitter face? "Jack Burke." ----------------------------------------- I didn't hear anything else for several moments. In fact, Cindy Ross shook my arm to bring me out of my reverie. The Chief was closing the meeting, and I heard him tell Hewitt to accompany me to interview Arruzio. He told Croyle and Ross to check in with Myron and to begin checking up on Burke, meaning find out if anyone wanted to kill Burke, and why. "Chief, can I see you in your office a moment?" I said. The chief nodded and I followed him into his office, closing the door behind me. "Is Daniel Allgood here?" I asked, mentioning the name of the dreaded head of the Internal Affairs Department. Allgood was about my age but looked even younger. He had black hair, and he was very slender. He had a muscular physique, though, and was not bad looking though he wore black-framed glasses making him look nerdish. Some people called him "Clark Kent", the meek and mild alter ego of Superman, behind his back. He was in I.A. because he had exposed a police drug ring in another town a few years back, having turned down their substantial bribe offers, and had survived without flinching two attempts to murder him, shooting back and killing his attackers with cool, unerring accuracy. He had a reputation as being somewhat cold and aloof, not wanting to involve himself with the rest of the Force that he was supposed to be watching over for integrity issues. He definitely did not trust anyone else. I'd only seen him a few times, and apart from perfunctory introductions, had not been able to engage him in conversation... talking to Teresa Cunt was easier by comparison. "Allgood? I.A.?" the chief said, his eyebrows raising in true surprise, then dropping. "This isn't some shit about Ikea, is it?" "No." I said, a bit surprised by the chief's use of the curse word. "It's about me." The gray eyebrows shot up again, even higher if that was possible, and of course he demanded that I explain. "Jack Burke. I know him. He was my roommate in college." I said. "And I'm sure it's him. I saw a birthmark on his body Friday night. I didn't remember it at the time, but it was him." The chief said nothing but picked up the phone to make a call. He hung up as it was not being answered. "Allgood usually doesn't come in on Sundays. He's not in his office. But I'm going to call him in right now. Meanwhile, you go check in with Myron until he gets here." Chief Griswold ordered. I went downstairs. Teresa and Cindy were looking at some initial data that Myron had already produced. For some strange reason, Teresa's normally angry face showed a new emotion: misery. 

"Guy is a low-life loser." Ross said. "Got into big-time financial problems shortly after college... by the way, he went to the same college you did, Don... and he's been on and off the grid ever since. Had a couple of warrants out for him, but the charges were always dropped. The worst one was a rape charge while in college, but that was dropped too." "Wow, here's something." Myron added. "Seems his parents were well-to-do but not really super-rich... hmmm, something not quite right there, looks like someone is hiding something..." Before I could ask what that was, Myron continued, "Ah! Burke has a younger brother, James, went by "Jimmy"... hmmm, nothing at all on the grid there. I mean nothing since his college days." "Keep looking." I said, "and maybe this'll help: I'll bet this guy Jack Burke is a ladies' man, probably being kept by women, moving from mark to mark. Maybe Marie Arruzio was keeping him the last few months." Ross nodded in agreement; Teresa scowled but made a couple of notes. Just then, the Chief called me into his office. When I got there, I.A. Detective Daniel Allgood was also in the room. "Okay, Don, explain to Detective Allgood your situation." Griswold ordered. I did so, explaining that Burke had been my roommate in college and that he knew my now-wife Melina, also. "So the question is," Griswold said, "do I need to pull him off the case?" Daniel thought a moment, then turned to me. "Where were you and your wife Friday night?" "I was with Lt. Maxwell," I said. At this time, I wasn't worried what the I.A. guy thought of me dating the hot policewoman; if he didn't know by now that Melina and I had an open relationship, he wasn't doing his frickin' job. "Melina was and still is out of town. She and Dr. Fredricson are at some seminar in San Francisco." Allgood nodded. "I know about your date with Lt. Maxwell. Too bad it got... interrupted." Allgood said, and with an absolutely straight face. My god, even the I.A. guy knew all about my interrupted date. "The good news is that you came to us with this information right away." he continued. Turning to the chief, he added, "I think it's okay if Don continues to work on the case. However, he has to have someone with him at all times on anything he does on this case outside the headquarters, and he needs to report to you anything he finds out immediately." "Good." Griswold said gruffly. "You heard the man, Detective. Keep me informed of everything you do, every time you so much as take a piss. And always have Ross, Hewitt or Perlman with you while following leads. Now get the hell out of here and get to work." I got up and left, noticing that Allgood remained in the office. Part 6 - Stolen Innocence Our appointment with Joe Arruzio was at noon, and Lt. Maxwell would be going with Hewitt and myself. It was just as well, as I was not in the present. I went down into my office in the IT dungeon to deal with the memories. For a while, it was as if I was back in school, my old university far away from this school town, so vivid were those memories... ------------------ I had heard of him when he entered my dorm room as my roommate my Sophomore year of college. Jack Burke was a Junior, and by age two years older than me. He was tall and slender, very physically fit, with a full head of longish brown-black hair and a devilish smile. One got the impression he was always up to some practical joke, but there was also a more serious, darker side of him just behind the smiles and the facade. He'd been described as something of a loner, but there was no doubt about it: Jack Burke was the campus stud. He had women fawning over him, and they were some of the most beautiful women on campus. As I would soon find out, Jack got a lot of pussy. Almost a night didn't go by that he was bringing a girl into our dorm room or he would not come home that evening. Most nights I offered to go to the study room and study while he fucked his always-beautiful date, but every once in a while he brought a girl in after I'd gone to bed, and I would listen, reveling in the glorious sounds of hot, passionate sex in the bed just a few feet from mine, remembering the time I'd watched my sister fuck that stud in the basement of our childhood home. I fully understood the reason behind his incredible sexual aura: he was the extremely lucky owner of the most incredibly huge cock I'd ever seen up to that time. This guy literally would put John Holmes to shame. I only saw Jack's prick a few times, but once was when a blonde girl came into the room to visit him and gave him a steaming hot blowjob right there in front of me. Jack's penis was truly enormous; he said it was ten inches long, and it was as thick as my wrist. Fortunately, Jack took a liking to me, and it wasn't too long before I became his "wingman" at bars. I learned some great practical lessons about human behavior, but even better: Jack made sure his roommate got laid. Maybe not as often as I'd like, but several lovely women were happy enough to suck and fuck the hell out of me just for a shot at Jack's tremendous weapon of lust. Of course I had other dates, as well, but nowhere near the level of Jack's super-hot campus babes. But Jack also had a dark side: he had a particular lust for other men's wives. It was a game to him to seduce another man's wife, to entice her to betray her husband by copulating with Jack. Fucking another man's wife really turned Jack on, and he really brought it to another, higher level when he fucked another man's woman. He was extremely successful at it, shooting a lot of loads into a lot of married pussies... and of course he created enemies, some helpless to defy him but some that might cause him a lot of problems later on. But worst of all was if a wife spurned Jack; he did not like hearing "no" for an answer. There were stories of Jack forcing himself onto women. And sometimes he made me go along with him on what he called "excursions", but those are dark stories for another time. After such a hard-charging Sophomore year as the "wingman" for the campus stud, my life quietened down considerably my Junior year. I was busy with schoolwork and ROTC Summer Camp preparations. Jack was still my roommate in the dorm, but as often as not he was staying at an apartment off-campus. Rumors that he was part of some unofficial fraternity got around to me, but I never inquired to him about any of it; it was his business. I wasn't getting much pussy anymore, but then Melina entered my life and I began dating her. I was reluctant when I had to introduce Melina to Jack, when he came into the dorm room unexpectedly while she and I were studying. If she knew him, she gave no indication at the time, but she was formal and cold, even by her standards, in reply to his attempt to turn on the charm. He left us alone fairly hastily... the first time reversing our roles; I usually was the one to leave him alone with a woman in the room. "So," Melina said after Jack left, "that's the campus stud who you've been rooming with. He seems to be a womanizing jerk." "Er, yeah, he's the campus stud, so I've been told." I replied. I'd told Melina who my roommate was, but not that he was the campus stud. "Why do you think he's such a jerk?" "Uh... I can tell." Melina replied, somewhat haltingly. "He's an arrogant bastard and a very bad boy-- er, man. But enough about him and enough studying." My then-fiancee put her books to the side and began unzipping my pants. Knowing what was about to happen, I helped Melina by unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. She fished out my cock and immediately slurped it into her mouth. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 02 I groaned as my fiancee began giving me incredibly intense head. My cock rapidly became rock-hard, throbbing in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down as she fellated me. As always, the pleasure burned like fire all over my loins as I felt Melina's lips sliding tightly up and down my taut shaft. She was sucking my meat with what seemed to be much more intensity than before, and I knew that I wouldn't last too long, despite my efforts to hold back. But when I suddenly thought about how hot it would be if Jack walked back into the room right now and saw me getting head from my girl, I lost control. Pulse after pulse of orgasmic ecstasy rocked through my spine as I fired my load into Melina's mouth. She greedily gulped it down then continued licking, kissing and sucking my deflating organ as the relief and lassitude coursed through me. "Your turn." Melina said, standing up and letting her panties drop to the floor, then laying down on the bed. I eased between her lovely legs and began the next hour's work of eating her pussy to hard wet climaxes on my tongue. Melina was very wet and came very easily, and she came several times. It took quite a while and a lot of very pleasant work to cool her fires that night. ------------------------- I barely saw anything of Jack for months, but that March and early April, he began sleeping in the dorm room much more often, even hanging out there. I was surprised but didn't ask about it: I had learned that Jack often moved around from place to place and was hard to pin down to any one location. But it was annoying, especially when Melina was there. He did not excuse himself to leave very often, and would engage Melina in conversation, though her replies were short and formal. One night we were going to leave the room when he asked us to hang around, pulling out bottles of wine. Not wanting to be rude, we stayed. Melina complimented Jack for having really good wine and not the cheap stuff we usually had to settle for. As we talked and listened to Melina's favorite jazz music, Jack led the conversation expertly. Although he was the perfect gentleman, I became annoyed and somewhat jealous of the attention my stud roommate was giving my fiancee. I chastised myself; it was harmless conversation, Melina was never very warm to Jack and he never seemed to be coming on to her. After I walked Melina back to her dorm room that night, I returned to find that Jack had already gone to bed and the room dark. Slipping into my bed, I was turning over to fall asleep when Jack asked me a question. His voice was quiet, but it seemed to cut into my head. "Hey Donny, why didn't you stay with Melina tonight?" "Er..." I said, fumbling for an answer though I knew his question was impertinent, "her roommate's there." "How come she didn't stay here, then? She never stays here, does she? Aren't you fucking her, Donny?" To this day I hate being called "Donny". As to Jack's hard line of inquiry, I didn't know what to say. The rudeness of his question, as well as the brutally direct question that I was not having sex with my fiancee made me mute for a moment, and Jack noticed.

"We get it on." I said, knowing it was partially true, that we engaged in oral sex. "Yeah, but why isn't she spending the night with you? A woman like that wants to be fucked, Donny. You ought to be hitting that stuff every single night." Jack said, his voice boring in on me. "Jack, its none of your business. Melina and I are getting married at the end of the semester, we're engaged." "Whatever you say." Jack said. "But you should be fucking Melina, no matter what she says. I can see it in her face that she wants to be fucked. Life's too short, man." In the silence as I pondered his words, he delivered the blow. "Want me to break her in for you?" "For God's sake, Jack, shut the fuck up. She's my fiancee, for crying out loud." I was not afraid of Jack physically. But at this point, I was getting scared of the direction of this conversation. Without further word I turned over to go to sleep. Jack didn't say any more, either, but the silence was as foreboding as his words. I knew in my soul that the campus stud was right, and that it was my fiancee he was correctly reading, even if Melina wasn't letting me fuck her. The wine-and-music sessions happened a couple of other times, and then a third time on one Saturday night in mid-April. Jack had many bottles of wine ready and constantly kept our glasses full. As we got a good buzz, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Jack began talking about the girls he had been dating, some of the hottest women on campus... and it seemed that Melina knew those same girls very well, also. Then the conversation moved along to other subjects that they had in common. They talked for what seemed hours as I felt like a "third wheel". My wine seemed to be strong as I drank more of it, and soon I was unable to keep my eyes open. When I woke up, it was morning. I was lying on the floor where I'd been sitting, Melina was curled up asleep on my bed, fully clothed, and Jack lying asleep on his bed... naked. His cock was half-hard and I wondered if Melina had seen it before she fell asleep... After that, Melina was much friendlier with Jack, talking to him more warmly and more often. At first I didn't notice any real changes, but then it became too often that when Melina came to the room after her afternoon class, Jack was walking in with her. And while Melina and I were still dating, going out, there were times when I'd call her and she didn't answer, or times I would expect to see her and she wasn't around. Worst of all, sometimes I would come in after class and find Jack and Melina there... and she was sitting beside him on his bed. Neither ever looked guilty or stressed at "getting caught", and they were always fully clothed, but I always had a premonition come to my head that Melina could be sucking Jack's huge cock. Though I brushed these filthy thoughts aside, I still felt deeply jealous that too much was happening between my fiancee and my stud roommate. And then, as April turned to May, with only a few scant weeks to graduation... it happened. I had been called in to work on a Friday night, which was a real rarity. I told Melina I'd be working until midnight, but by 7:30pm all the work I needed to do was completed, and the boss got tired of seeing me sitting there trying to "help" others do their jobs so he sent me home at 9:30. When I got to the dorm room, it was empty. I reached for the phone to call Melina, hoping it wasn't too late to go out. Then I heard voices in the hallway, a man and a woman's, approaching the room. They sounded like Melina and Jack's voices, and they were laughing. Why I did it I still don't know, but a voice screamed in my head to hide. I slid into my closet and shut the door almost completely. Sure enough, just seconds later my fiancee entered the dorm room, followed by my roommate. Melina looked incredibly hot. Her long black hair was in a ponytail, pulled back from her pretty face. She was wearing a light summer dress with a short skirt, no stockings and her sexiest pair of 5" high heel mules with only very thin crisscross straps really accenting her pretty feet. She often wore those shoes to get me aroused, and successfully every time, I might add. They looked like they had been on a date together, and I knew in my soul that Melina had dressed so alluringly in order to impress Jack. My heart was thumping as she turned to face Jack as they stopped in the middle of the room... and then Jack moved up to Melina, slid his arms around her waist, and kissed her! A deep clutching pain hit the pit of my stomach as I watched my fiancee melt into my handsome roommate's strong arms, wrap her arms around his neck and hungrily return his kiss. Even more shocking to me, I noticed that Jack's hands were active, sliding Melina's dress down her lovely body. Soon her large breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and standing out like spikes. As Jack worked the dress down, Melina's quivering, firm torso appeared... and then that glorious, thick black cuntbush. I barely noticed the dress slipping to the floor. My disbelieving eyes were too busy taking in the sight of my fiancee naked in front of another man, and her hands working his shirt off his muscular shoulders then dropping to his pants. Her fingers quickly unzipped his slacks and delved in, fishing out his cock. It was growing hard in her hands, and it was already huge and looking menacing. Melina gently jacked Jack's huge organ as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to let them fall to the floor next to her dress. As I watched them finish undressing, deeply kissing throughout, I wondered if Melina and Jack had made love before, if Jack had already taken my beloved fiancee's precious virginity. They certainly seemed very comfortable and at ease with each other as Jack guided Melina back onto his bed, and she did not appear to be in any apprehension of the incredible size of Jack's monster cock. As Melina sat on the bed, Jack stood before her and she did not have to be asked or told what to do next. She gently pulled him towards her by his enormous balls until his groin was within inches of her face. Licking her lips, Melina opened her mouth and sucked Jack's turgid prick into her mouth. Jack groaned as inch after inch of hard male meat slid past my fiancee's lips and over her tongue. I was stunned to watch over half of my roommate's organ slide into Melina's hot mouth, and seeing her lips stretched to accommodate his massively thick size sent a shock down my spine... and it was then that I realized that my own cock was throbbing with arousal. Despite my jealous pain and fear of what I was seeing, I was intensely aroused! "Oh my God, you suck cock so good!" Jack groaned as he gently thrust his meat into my fiancee's throat. "I really love sucking your big cock, Jack." Melina replied as she slid her mouth down the length of his meat, then tongued the underside of his shaft back up to the huge helmeted head. Her tongue swirled over his prickhead and then she took him into her mouth again, swallowing much more than half of it this time as she took his size into her throat. "Oh my god, Melina, you give the best head I've ever had." Jack said. "Oh my fucking GOD! UNNH!" Jack groaned. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls that blow you." Melina said. "Like hell I do." Jack said. "I'm not fucking kidding. Since the first time you sucked it, that mouth of yours is all I've thought about." "Aww, that's sweet." Melina replied, enjoying stud's compliments. "The first time was fun, wasn't it?" she added, teasingly. "Yeah,." Jack said. "right here in this room with your boyfriend passed out on the floor." Melina smiled and then began seriously sucking Jack's cock again as I realized in shock that my fiancee had given head to my well-hung roommate that night I passed out. How much further had they gone? That answer came in her stunning next sentence. "But tonight you can have me, Jack... all of me. Will you do it? Before I lose my nerve?" I heard my fiancee ask my stud roommate, my stunned mind too much in shock to will my body to move. "Sure baby." Jack said. "Anything you want. Just keep sucking my dick in that incredibly hot mouth of yours." Melina complied. She fellated Jack for several long minutes, taking nearly all of his amazing size down her throat several times. I just watched in stunned disbelief as my fiancee's head bobbed slowly up and down as she sucked Jack's cock. Even with my foreboding at what was happening, I could not tear my eyes away from what I was watching. Seeing that huge, thick cock sliding past my fiancee's lips as he fucked her beautiful face was intensely arousing. The voyeur in me was winning over my emotions of jealousy and anger... my cock and my brain were throbbing as I watched Melina fellating the handsome campus stud with her usual intensity, giving it everything she had, often looking up at Jack's face to measure the pleasure she was giving him. Jack was now fully aroused and eager for more, much more. He gently slid his prick out of my fiancee's hungry mouth, a trail of her spit connecting his cockhead to her lower lip before finally breaking, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Melina slid her feet out of her high heel slides and eased herself up onto the bed, gloriously naked and lying back, ready to be taken by her well-hung lover. I expected Jack to mount Melina and penetrate her, but he instead pushed her legs up and back and settled down below her loins, his face just above her thick pubic bush. Melina was looking down between her legs, her eyes intent, watching what my stud roommate was about to do to her. "Ohhhhhh...." Melina moaned as Jack eased his mouth down right over her pussy and kissed her swollen cuntlips, then licked deeply along her entire slit, flicking her clit at the end and making her gasp. He licked again, going deeper, then sank his tongue into her tiny cunthole and clamped his mouth tightly onto her. His hands slid under the firm, round globes of her sweet asscheeks, gripping her as she began to undulate her hips and push her twat up into his face. "Ohhh... oh yesss... oh..... oh, Jack... ohhhhh oh yesssss...." Melina moaned and cooed as Jack expertly ate her pussy for several minutes. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest that I was sure they could hear it. He was good, very good at eating pussy, and the results showed on my fiancee's face, scrunched up in ecstasy. I saw Melina's head fall back onto the pillow and heard her moan deeply. She moaned several more times as her hands slid through Jack's thick hair, silently urging him to continue. "Uggh! Oh, Jack... UNNH! I'm coming!" Melina gasped suddenly. Her legs flew up into the air as Jack pulled her quim tightly into his face, not breaking the contact of his tongue in her cunthole as she thrashed in ecstasy. Her orgasm was intense but passed quickly. She lowered her legs down, letting her sexy feet slide back and forth over Jack's muscular shoulders and upper back. My taut cock throbbed painfully as my anguished heart raged in even greater pain... but not enough to make me move from my hiding spot as I watched this stud take my girl. I noticed that my roommate now had two fingers probing my fiancee's tight, tiny cunthole as his tongue worked her clit relentlessly, slashing constantly at the swollen bud and making Melina gasp and cry out several times. My own cock was hurting, aching for action, and I wanted to leap out of the closet and stop them and take Melina myself... but I still did not move, staying immobile in jealous voyeurism and just watching. Jack did move, however. He finally raised up and eased over Melina, mounting her. He was going to fuck her. My stud roommate was about to fuck my fiancee! "Easy, Jack." Melina begged Jack, her words clear and cutting. "I'm a virgin, so please go slow and be careful, okay? I want you to pop my cherry, Jack, but please take it easy. Do it now before I lose my nerve, Jack, okay?" Her words shocked me; this was indeed their first time going all the way! My stomach twisted in even more knots, if that was possible. I was about to watch this hung stud take my fiancee's virginity! No! Don't do it, Melina! my mind screamed.... but instead of rushing out to save her womanly honor, I sat frozen and had another incredible experience as a voyeur. "It'll be okay, Melina." I heard Jack say, soothingly, gently kissing my fiancee's mouth. "I'll take it nice and slow. You'll love it, babe, you'll love having my cock inside you." The bastard, I thought to myself. He was usually much more aggressive, much more uncaring of the woman he was about to fuck, but he was being completely different with Melina, soothing and comforting her in preparation for penetrating her with his enormous size. Jack reached over to the desk next to the bed and picked up something. I recognized it as a linen cloth, like a handkerchief but a bit heavier, and ease it under Melina's opening. "Why don't you guide it in, babe..." Jack gently ordered as he brought Melina's hand to the huge cock lying on her belly. As her hand grasped his incredible weapon of lust, he raised his ass enough to allow the big cockhead to slide down along her sweet slit. Melina fit the huge helmet into her snug cuntlips and they watched, holding hands, as Jack pushed forward, easing his meat into her opening. As he entered her, I almost fainted, realizing that I was not breathing as I watched those thick, meaty inches sliding slowly into my fiancee's hole. Jack got about a third of the way in and then stopped pushing further. He rotated his ass in tight circles, stretching Melina's cunt as she whimpered beneath him. "Easy, Jack... eeeeeeasy..." Melina whimpered. Jack continued to stroke his cockhead in and out, letting my fiancee get used to being penetrated for the first time by a man's cock. "Ready for more, Melina?" Jack asked. "Yes, do it! Pop my cherry, Jack, please!" Melina gasped as Jack's ass muscles tightened and he pushed forward and down. He thrust forward hard several times, probing deeper into Melina's incredibly tight cunt. Suddenly Melina screamed out just as Jack's big cock sank down all the way into her! As his balls slapped her ass and came to rest, I gasped. He was in! Jack was balls-deep inside Melina! He had done it! My stud roommate had deflowered the young, lovely virgin! I was reeling with emotion, pain and arousal and shock. I just watched as Jack slid his cock out of Melina, wiped off his cock and her cuntlips. He pushed the big prick back into her again, requiring several strokes to fully sheath himself inside her again, then pulled out and wiped their loins off. He repeated the procedure a third time before setting the cloth on the desk. I could see several stains of blood. My fiancee's virginal blood... "How's that, babe?" Jack said, driving balls-deep and leaving his meat buried in Melina's deflowered snatch, letting her get used to it. "Oh Jack... oh God... oh God... it's incredible, Jack!" Melina gasped. She raised her head to kiss Jack and their mouths mashed together in a deep, wet kiss that matched the full desire of their coupled loins. I felt like I was going to faint from the intensity, and when I finally told myself to breathe again and tore my eyes away from the cloth, Jack was slowly but steadily fucking Melina, his ass bobbing up and down as he thrust into her with a smooth, steady rhythm. To my shock, my fiancee was taking every inch of her new lover's huge tool each time he plunged down into her. Her legs were spread wide, held up by Jack's powerful forearms as he helped himself to her. "Wow, baby, you're taking it all." Jack said, his voice sounding very impressed. "You're doing great, Melina! How does it feel? How does my cock feel inside you, babe?" "Oh Jack, oh God, Jack..." Melina said... "oh God it's so good! It's heavenly, Jack. Oh God, please go slow... it still hurts... oh, oh, ohhhhh..." Jack continued the even, steady pace of his thrusts into Melina as he bent his head down and deeply sucked the rock-hard nipple of her right breast, then her left. Then he slid his mouth onto hers and their tongues twined in a deep kiss as the rutting couple humped lustily on the squeaking bed. It did not take long for Melina to get completely into it; I realized that she was fucking Jack back as he pumped into her harder, his thrusts coming faster, deeper and more powerfully. "God damn, you're so fucking tight." Jack gasped. "I'm not going to last too long fucking this tight, virgin cunt." The stud plowed my fiancee's furrow hard, deep and steady for several more minutes, both lovers gasping and grunting between deep kisses, the staccato slaps of their flesh against each other echoing in the room. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 02 As he fucked her, Melina's legs slid back and wider open, then onto Jack's muscular shoulders, almost imperceptibly guided by him. I watched as he raised up and took Melina's shapely right foot into his hand and then begin sucking her toes and kissing and sucking her foot. Watching Jack get to lick and suck those wonderful feet that I loved worshipping... it was too much for me. Jealousy raged through me, but the sight of that stud kissing and sucking Melina's feet combined with his hard, muscular ass bobbing lightly as he fucked her was mind-blowing... literally. I realized that I was climaxing as I felt the pulsing spurts of my semen blasting into my underwear and feeling the warm wetness of my own cum coating my groin and cock as it spasmed without me even touching it. I had just creamed my jeans while my fiancee was being fucked by another man just a few feet away from me... Jack's deep groan brought me back into reality. I'd heard him groan like that before, and it meant that he was very close. He had released Melina's legs and slid his hands under her back, holding her and kissing her mouth and neck as he deeply plowed her cunt with hard, deep, powerful strokes. "Here it comes, baby." Jack gasped at that moment. "I'm going to come. I can't hold back..." 
 "Yes... oh, YES! Do it!" Melina exclaimed, wrapping her legs tightly around Jack's lower back, holding him inside her as he gasped loudly. He was coming. My roommate was pumping his full climax deep inside the unprotected pussy of the girl I loved. Jack was coming inside Melina, inseminating her! As he finished, Jack collapsed on top of Melina, kissing her face and mouth as they struggled to catch their breath. When he finally slid off of her and his cock popped out of her freshly deflowered cunt, a big wad of his thick, heavy man-cream spilled out of her gaping hole and began slowly sliding down into the crack of her sweet ass. It was the most painful but at the same time the most incredibly hot, beautiful sight my eyes had ever seen. I was still in total shock at having witnessed everything I had seen. Even as my heart and gut hurt with jealousy, my cock was still hurting with arousal, as if I had not come once already. The pain of the jealousy was now beginning to overtake the arousal as well, and I was feeling cramped from having not moved for so long. But Jack and Melina did not get off the bed nor have any inclination of being finished. They cuddled for a long time, sharing sweet nothings as Melina enjoyed post-coital pillow talk for the first time. Her hands were caressing her lover's hard body as his hands explored hers, and she was giving as much as receiving of every kiss. For a young woman experiencing intercourse for the first time, Melina seemed to be very comfortable and in control. When the time was right, she kissed her way down Jack's muscular chest and over his washboard abs, down to his wet, sperm-coated cock. Taking his semi-hard meat back into her warm, wet mouth, Melina lovingly cleaned his cock and balls of their combined juices. Then she began deeply fellating him, preparing him for their next coupling. His cock grew back to its full enormous size quickly, and he was rock-hard and ready for more within minutes. I had to admire Jack's sexual stamina, despite the pain of realizing that it was my fiancee Melina who was making him so hotly aroused. "Let's do it in another position." Jack commanded. I just watched as the handsome, hung stud positioned my beautiful fiancee on the bed in the dogstyle position, then eased behind her succulent ass. Melina looked back over her shoulder at Jack, and gut-wrenching pain tore at me as I saw the look of lust, love and anticipation in my fiancee's face as she smiled back at my roommate. "Take me, Jack. Make love to me with that big cock, honey!" she begged. Watching Melina's face and hearing her gasp, I heard more than saw Jack's huge, hard meat slide up into her twat until he was buried to the hilt in her hot, wet, young womanly depths. He immediately and unceremoniously began fucking her in a smooth, steady rhythm, her firm, sweet asscheeks rippling as the stud's groin smacked into them with each deep thrust. His skillful manner of fucking was that of a man no longer deflowering a virgin, but copulating with an experienced, hot woman. With the edge taken off, Jack deeply fucked Melina for what seemed an eternity. Though cramped and miserable, my cock started throbbing again. I watched the hot rutting couple lustily enjoy each other for several more minutes, and it was at this time I noticed Jack had a dark red birthmark on his right thigh, just below the hip. "Oh Jack..." I heard Melina moan, over and over. She was totally into him, I realized, as I watched my fiancee's lovely, large breasts swaying back and forth as Jack pounded into her from the rear, her nipples elongated and hard with excitement and pleasure. It seemed like forever, many more minutes, with Melina coming hard around his big prick at least three times before Jack was fulfilled. Finally and with no warning, he grunted as he came, releasing his sperm deep inside Melina's well-fucked, no-longer-virginal pussy. After another cuddle session, my fiancee finally, with great reluctance in her voice, told Jack it was time to go, that I would be off work soon. They got up and got dressed. When they were finished dressing, Melina wrapped her arms around Jack's neck, kissed him warmly, then said "Thank you for popping my cherry, Jack. I'm really glad you were my first." Jack grinned. "It won't be our last time, babe. I've got a lot to show you." My stomach twisted into yet more knots as he deeply kissed my fiancee. After they left, I was finally able to get out of the closet. Part 7 - An Early Twist Of Fate Things deteriorated fairly rapidly after that. I saw Melina the next day and she acted as if nothing had happened in our lives. But I began seeing her less frequently, she was not at the dorm when I called, messages were left unanswered. In mid-May, just a few weeks before graduation and our upcoming wedding, Melina cancelled a date with me for the first time since our engagement, saying that something had come up and nothing more. I had heard a few whispers that she and Jack had been seen together, including at parties late in the night. In addition, a girl I knew, one of the campus's hottest beauties with pale white skin and a mane of black hair, came up to me. Her name was Ivy and she had dated Jack for a while some months before. She asked me what had happened between me and Melina, and when I asked why, she said Melina was not wearing the engagement ring I'd given her anymore, and that word was out that she was dating Jack and was going to marry him! I told her that I had not heard any of that, and that as far as I knew nothing was wrong. Ivy seemed concerned about how I was doing, but I gamely covered up my misery. At that point we were in front of the Psychology Hall, where Melina had been working with a professor, and Ivy suddenly gave me a warm hug before quickly walking into the building. The next day, a Thursday, I got a note from Melina, saying she wanted to meet me at 3:30 that Saturday and she'd come by my dorm room then. I knew in my soul that it was to give me the ring back and break off the engagement. But things took a strange turn of events. Friday morning two officers of the University Police came to the door. When I answered it, they said "Jack Burke?" I said no, he was my roommate and he wasn't here. They demanded to come inside and look around; they told me that they had a warrant for Jack Burke's arrest on the charge of rape! I let them in and they looked through all our stuff, but took nothing. Telling me to call them if Jack came back to the room, the University Police officers left. Later that afternoon, Jack burst into the room. He did not speak to me, but hastily grabbed his big suitcase, stuffed as much of his clothes as possible into it and then looked around frantically for something. I knew he wouldn't find what he was looking for. I'd taken the linen cloth with Melina's virginal blood, which Jack had secured in a zip-lock bag, and hidden it very well. Jack finally gave me one last look, saying nothing, grabbed his suitcase and ran out the door. Melina came to see me Friday night, wearing my engagement ring. Her eyes were red from crying, but she said nothing of that, instead saying she was sorry for not giving me attention the last couple of weeks. 

"I had to work some things out." she said, not realizing that I knew what she'd been working out... Jack's big cock. "But I hope that I'm still going to be your wife in a few weeks." With those words Melina began undressing and soon was naked except for her high heel slides in front of me. She began taking off my clothes. Too shocked for words, I helped her help me undress. Melina knelt in front of me and began sucking my cock. It was then I realized she was using her mouth to unroll a condom onto my hardening cock. "I can't take the pill, you know, so you have to wear this." she said. She had not asked that of Jack, I remembered, but said nothing. Once done, she lay down on my bed, wearing only the high heels and beckoned me to join her. There was no more foreplay; I was incredibly aroused at the sight of this beautiful woman lying on her back before me. She pulled me onto her, squashing any idea of me eating her pussy. I groaned as the heat of her tight cunt enveloped my throbbing cock as she guided the condom-sheathed missile of lust into her womanly depths. I began pumping and soon was lost in the incredible pleasure of fucking Melina. I began thrusting into my fiancee harder and deeper until we had a fast and furious rhythm going. I reveled in the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, occasionally feeling the heels of her slides digging into my thighs. The slight pain spurred me on to fuck her harder, but what really had me driving into her was the memory of my stud roommate Jack taking her virginity and fucking her like I'd never be able to. All the time Melina had tears in her eyes, and she occasionally said "I am so sorry..." I said I wasn't sure what she meant, but I just kissed her and renewed my efforts to plow her cunt into a creamy lather. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to climax, the condom catching my ejaculate as my penis spurted in harsh pulses. It had been our first time making love, consummating our relationship with full sexual intercourse. Melina kissed me as we cuddled, saying "I'm so sorry. I love you." I told her I loved her, and from then on we were inseparable again. Our wedding happened as if nothing had ever been wrong, only marred by my sister Elizabeth's antics. Over time, the pain of what Melina and Jack had done went away, and I didn't think of it very often. I saw Ivy once more, at graduation. As we hugged, she whispered "I'm so glad you worked things out with Melina. You'll have such a great marriage. Good luck!" and then she was gone in the crowd. I later learned that Ivy had gone to see Jack on Thursday night, gotten him to take her out and then fucked him. Then she cried "rape" and had the cops arrest him, which they did on Friday afternoon. Jack protested that he was being set up, but one of the school's professors came to the police station and offered Jack a "deal he couldn't refuse": stay in town and be charged with rape, or get the hell out of town and never be seen again. In addition, and of special importance, Jack was never to try to see Melina again. He took the choice to get out. Why Ivy did what she did, I don't know; we weren't particularly close friends. Only later did it dawn on me that she had not been alone in the effort to frame Jack. Speaking of Jack, he had come straightaway from the police station to our dorm room to pack his clothes. Those few silent, wild moments were the last time I would see Jack Burke for nearly a decade... and the last time I saw him alive. To be continued... Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 03 The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series., Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series 1-4. Russian Roulette series 1-2 (may not yet be published) Case of the Murdered Lovers So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 8 - Interview My reverie was broken by a sharp knock on the door to my office. It was Hugh Hewitt. "Time to go." he said. I followed him upstairs, knowing I had to get my head back in the game. We met Lt. Britt Maxwell upstairs. As we sped along to President Wellman's house, I told Britt and Hugh how I wanted the interview to go. I also told Britt that if President Wellman tried to hang around, I'd need her to get him out of the room somehow. Once there, Sally Wellman let us in, giving Hugh and myself looks that bespoke a hungry Cougar on the prowl for young men for sex. We were shown into a den with sofas and chairs and President Wellman brought Joe Arruzio into the room. Arruzio looked much better than he had the night of his wife's murder, though he still looked solemn. "Mr. Arruzio, thank you for meeting with us today." I said. "You remember Lieutenant Maxwell?" He nodded and I introduced Hugh. "This is my partner, Detective Hewitt." "The war hero, right?" Arruzio said, then offered his hand to Hewitt. "It's an honor to meet you; I've heard about some of the things you did." "Thank you, sir." Hewitt said, blushing at the praise. For myself, I was noting how adroitly Arruzio had steered the conversation into something less tense, and also potentially ingratiating himself with us. We sat down for the interview. "Mr. Arruzio," Lt. Maxwell began, on cue, "we've checked your story and whereabouts during the time of the crimes, and everything checks out." Arruzio looked attentive but also relieved as Britt continued, "We still have to ask you some questions that you may find personal and probing, but it's to ascertain if you had or have any enemies that might have done this." Arruzio nodded. "I understand. If there's anything I can do to help..." "Thank you, sir." I said, picking up the bit. "First, you said that you were supposed to have a meeting with business partners, but that it was cancelled. Can you give us the names of those partners?" "The only name I actually know is Jack King." Arruzio said. The others were part of his group and I hadn't met them before, and I never got their names. It was an initial contact meeting." I got the information of how to contact King. Per our plan, Hugh Hewitt asked the next question: "Sir, we understand you were celebrating something and bought a round at the bar. Could you tell us more about that?" Arruzio's face did not change as he said "Some other deals I had going were taking turns for the good. It was somewhat... spontaneous of me, I guess, to go to the bar and buy everyone a round, but I just felt good about it." "I understand." I said, to ease any tensions that question might have brought. Then I hit him with the bomb: "Sir, can you tell me where you went to high school?" "Why, er... Demetrius High School in--" Arruzio said, naming the town and state of that school. "Detective, do you really think someone from as far back as high school would hold such a grudge that he'd kill my wife now?" "One never knows, sir." I said, "but we also have had some trouble identifying where you went to high school." As I expected, Arruzio was realizing that we'd been checking into his past, but he seemed unfazed. He got up, went to his briefcase and fished out a document. "I can explain that." he said. "I was adopted as a baby, and don't remember anything about my real parents. Do you remember the Pressley bank fraud case about 30 years ago?" Britt and Hugh looked blank, but I remembered hearing of it, as my father had been legal counsel to the Apple Grove bank that was one of many that had been defrauded. As I nodded, Arruzio looked at me and said "Pressley was my adopted father. The scandal happened when I was just graduating high school. That's when my mother told me that I was adopted, and gave me this copy of my original birth certificate. 'Arruzio' is my real birth name. My mother suggested that I take that name back, so to not be stained with any connections to my father." Arruzio handed me the birth certificate. I looked at it, passed it to Lt. Maxwell, and wrote down the number and place it was issued as she examined it. "Well, that makes sense." I said. "You don't think anyone from that time knows you're Pressley's adopted son, do you?" "I seriously doubt it." Arruzio said. "Sir, what about your own financial deals?" Hewitt asked, suddenly changing the direction of the conversation, as pre-planned. "Did any go bad, or perhaps good at someone else's expense? Was there anyone who might wish to harm you or your wife because of any of those deals?" That led to a long discussion of some of Arruzio's deals. He spoke in fairly vague terms, and said several times he'd have to get information from files to get us details on the people involved. After a few more questions to get some timeframes correct, we thanked Arruzio for his time, said our goodbye's and thanks to the Wellmans, and headed back to headquarters. 
"Crap." Britt said as we pulled out onto the road. "He might start hiding or destroying documents related to those deals. Did we make a mistake mentioning them instead of subpoenaing them?" "No." I said, to Hugh's relief. "They don't matter." Seeing the looks of shock on their faces, I realized I'd said more than I'd intended. "Guys, Myron is going to find more on Arruzio's deals than Arruzio would be able to give us." I said, covering my tracks. They seemed mollified. "What's next?" asked Hugh. "Lunch." I said. "And then back to headquarters. I'm going to put Myron on the scent of one live birth certificate and certain adoption papers." Part 9 - New Direction, New Suspects "We've got something." Tanya Perlman stated, bursting into my office. Good thing for her that I wanted to fuck her; I excused her rudeness knowing she was excited and enthusiastic about something. "Possible place where Burke was living." "Possible?" I asked witheringly. "We don't get things done with just 'possible' around here." Tanya's look back was just as withering. "Well, what we do have is an apartment in the Central district... the rent was paid for every month for the past four months with a credit card paid for by Marie Arruzio, but using her maiden name from a bank account created... just four months ago." "Okay, 'possible' is now looking 'promising'. Let's get a warrant." I said. Tanya was back to mischievously grinning again. "ADA Patterson is already on it. The judge is pissed off he's having to work so hard on Sunday, but she'll probably have it for us by the time we get our stuff." Our "stuff" meant bulletproof vests. Hugh and Cindy were outside the door; they already had theirs on. It took just moments for Perlman and myself to put ours on and be ready to go. Upstairs we were met in the hallway by Chief Griswold, Captain Harold Malone and Detective Teresa Croyle. Teresa had her vest on, also. "She's going with you." Malone said, almost maliciously. "Okay, fine." I said, not arguing. "Perlman, you get to stay here. I don't need the whole frickin' Force for this." Perlman pouted as the rest of us left and got into a police van. Moments later we were in the modest Central district, which was on the west side of the main north-south highway that split the Town to the west and University to the east. Some college students lived there but mostly it was average-income workers. There were a number of apartments. As we pulled up to the address, I noted that these apartments were not well-kept, on the lower end of the scale of the neighborhood. We took up positions near the door. Hugh Hewitt would knock. To my surprise, Teresa Cunt was almost physically holding me back. Hugh knocked and got no answer to his summons. He then tried a key that had been obtained from the dead man's personal effects. It opened the door. 
The apartment was still and nearly completely empty. Once cleared, we began looking around. Some utensils, dishes and cans of food were in the kitchen. A futon was in the bedroom, nothing more than a mattress, really. A few items of clothing, all in Jack Burke's size. But in a closet Hugh found some electronic equipment. "Your specialty, Don." he said, knowing my experience with this stuff. Sure enough, I found the hidden cameras in various places in the room as well as several DVDs hidden behind the recorder in the closet. "Not a particularly professional job." I remarked of the equipment. Everyone was around me, listening and looking. Teresa Croyle was especially watching me and it dawned on me that she'd been sent by Malone and the Chief to watch me. Understandable, but irritating. "Looks like this bozo was making porn films, with himself as the star." I said. "How the heck would you know that?" Croyle asked. I thought I detected a note of real interest in her normally sneering voice. "All the cameras are pointing at the bed." I said. "I think Burke was using a remote to film himself with various women. We'll take this stuff in for examination. Also the computer in the closet. Hugh, call in a Crime Lab team." "And by the way, Teresa..." I added for her particular benefit, "Burke was a real ladies man, but a real sleazebag as well. Filming himself fucking women would be right up his alley." Croyle scowled mightily; she was more than a bit displeased with that remark. ---------------------------------------------- "Oh wow, mother lode." Myron exclaimed. "Mother fucking lode." He was examining the materials we'd brought in. The DVDs were indeed porn tapes of Jack Burke having sex with several women on the bed in the apartment. They were crudely made, had poor lighting, but clearly showed him in sex acts with women. The woman Jack was fucking in the DVD we were currently watching was known to us. She was Jeanine Olivet, wife of Timothy Olivet who was one of the wealthier people in town. Olivet ran a company in the industrial sector of town, and had done very well for himself. I'd met him on a couple of occasions at functions given by President Wellman, who was hoping to get some contributions from the wealthy man. But Timothy Olivet was very much reclusive and did not want his name associated with any public works, though he agreed to privately and secretly donate to the University Hospital. Timothy Olivet was tall but slender, wispy brown hair, kind of geeky looking... in fact, now that I thought of it he really resembled my nephew Ned. By way of contrast, Timothy Olivet's wife Jeanine was a gorgeous beauty of what appeared to be French extraction, with long dark brown hair, a medium frame, nice legs... overall a hot smoking body. Jeanine was very active in charity work and fundraisers, but made sure that her name was never attached up front to any of her work. All in all, they were a very quiet, private couple that seemed to want no publicity at all. "Damn, Olivet sure outpunted his coverage, didn't he?" Hewitt said as he watched the tape of Jack Burke deeply fucking Jeanine Olivet in the dogstyle position. "Turn that shit off." a voice growled from behind us. It was Police Chief Griswold. This man did NOT like coming downstairs to the Dungeons, so his appearance got our attention fast. "Myron, you and Lainie are to review this material privately and report directly to me what you find. Do not pass 'Go', do not collect two hundred dollars." the Chief ordered, then addressed the rest of us: "Folks, this is some very sensitive stuff. We've got some of the town's so-called 'high class' women banging this guy and getting filmed. We may have some blackmail going on. Very sensitive stuff, people. And let me be abundantly clear: any leaks of any of this to the press, and may God have mercy on your soul when I'm through with you. Any questions?" Not a word was spoken in the silent room. "Okay, what's on the computers, Myron?" the chief asked. "Some porn, none of it with him in it. Emails, nothing that speaks out so far. Not much at all." Myron replied. "Keep at it." the chief ordered. "And once again: no fucking leaks." ---------------------------------------------- "You need to see this." Myron said, handing me a DVD. I made two observations: that it was a copy of the evidence DVD that Myron had just burned off, and that Myron had a very serious, concerned look on his face. It was just two hours after Chief Griswold's visit to the I.T. dungeon, and from down here we could not tell that the sun was setting outside upon this very long day. Putting the DVD in my "private" computer, the one not hooked up to anything so that not even I.A. knew what I was doing with it. I watched the video that had been recorded. It did not take long watching the rutting couple on the tape, hotly mating with fierce intensity, to understand why Myron was concerned and why he'd disobeyed the Chief's orders and showed it to me first. Popping the DVD out of the machine, I tried to hand it to Myron, but he wouldn't take it. "That's your private copy." he said. "Okay." I replied, then got serious. "I have not seen this. You have not told me anything. Take the original to the Chief right now, immediately. When, not if but when he asks you if you've told me, you tell him only that you told me that you found something but that I sent you up to him per his directive. Capice?" "Got it." he said and hustled out. I hid my copy of the DVD in the secret compartment of my personal bag, having learned that much from my hated big sister Elizabeth... and got ready for the shit to hit the fan. I though the Chief would call me into his office, but he did not. Instead, after an hour Myron came down, his face white as a sheet. "He's called I.A." were his only words. I just nodded. "Play this one straight, Myron. No peeking into the IA computers, either." He nodded and left. The video Myron had shown me had been made recently. It clearly showed Jack Burke having sexual intercourse... and the beautiful woman he was deeply and passionately fucking was my wife Melina. Part 10 - Turning Up The Heat I had taken my bag and personal computer home and not brought them back. When I arrived at 6:00 am the next morning, I knew it was going to be one of "those" Mondays, and having slept alone I had missed having any sex or the morning blowjob that I got from Melina every morning when she was at home with me. I also knew the call to the chief's office would come, and it did. The chief told me shortly and crisply that I was still on the case but essentially confined to headquarters, and to send my people out for any field investigations. He also quietly but firmly advised me that it might be most very good that my conversations with my own wife be limited and guarded until she was interviewed when she got back. It was 7:00am in the MCD room, and I had just let my team know what the situation with me was. Hugh Hewitt was sitting next to me at "my" desk, Tanya's cute butt sitting on the desk right in front of us. Ross was at her desk a few feet away. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel 2 News!" the redhead reporterette all but shouted into her microphone on the television screen, arresting all of our attention. The reporter was just a bit too eager, a bit too excited. "Channel Two News has learned that that the other victim of the Marie Arruzio murder case, Jack Burke, was a drifter who may have been having an affair with Mrs. Arruzio for several months. Additionally, Channel 2 News has learned that Mr. Burke may have been having extramarital affairs with other women in the area--" "Jesus Christ," Hewitt said. "Chief's gonna have a heart attack over that." "Yep. The Press is going to be all over it. It's all about sex to them now." I said. Just then, the most totally unexpected of events occurred: Steven Ikea strode casually into the MCD room, hands in his pockets as if taking a leisurely stroll. "Heard you got suspended, Donny." Ikea said. The tension in the room instantly went to red-hot levels with my entire team. "You heard wrong, Betta fish. Like always." I was somewhat glad Hewitt was between me and Ikea. "Oh really. I also heard that Burke guy was banging your wife. Was that wrong?" Ikea queried. "Oh by the way, you still think Arruzio flew in from town and killed his wife?" Ikea continued, almost becoming excited with his enjoyment of the situation. "You and Arruzio have something in common, you know: that guy was fucking both your wives under your noses. Maybe you can fly too, huh, hotshot?" I grabbed Hewitt's forearm and held it to the desk, preempting him from getting up, knowing that I had just stopped the war hero from committing murder right here in this room. I don't think Ikea realized the danger he was putting himself in at this moment. "Well, good luck using your crowbar to solve the case... from your desk." Ikea said sneeringly as he walked toward the other door to the hallway. He was passing by Cindy Ross's desk and I knew that not only was I too far away to stop her, but that she could snap his neck in a second if she so chose. Fortunately, she stayed seated, despite Ikea continuing, "Well, I've got to go, field investigation of the case. Hold the fort down for me, Donny!" He exited the room and we heard him and Captain Malone laughing loudly in the hall. Everyone in the room was angry and embarrassed for me. "Don't worry about that piece of dog shit." I said. To my team, it looked like I was holding my temper. In reality, I was struggling not to laugh out loud. The guy could not have set himself up to fall any better. "We'll have the last laugh on him." Then I got serious. "But folks, before he or Wurtzburg do any more damage, we've got to get moving. Get your interviews with Burke's lady-friends done quickly, make damn sure the Press is not tailing you when you go see them. Move, people, move." Everyone scrambled to get out. I went downstairs to the IT dungeon and begin poring over the data that I had asked Myron to obtain for me by "whatever means necessary." What that slug Ikea couldn't possibly know is that the solution to this case was in this data, not chasing ghosts with whatever his idea of "field investigation" was. ---------------------------------- It was 10:30am. Detectives Cindy Ross and Teresa Croyle were headed to the far northwest part of town, the "rich section" as we called it. Indeed, the several gated communities of mansions near the Town's very high-end mall bespoke of the wealth of those that lived in this sector. The river ran off the hills through this sector and then along a southerly course to the west of town and railroad, and two golf courses had been built with communities around them up there. It was certainly nicer than Central district, the more industrial middle part of town, and the increasingly bad southwest sector. Cindy was driving as Croyle reviewed her notes. "Olivet." Croyle stated flatly. "Timothy Olivet." She gave the address, though Ross knew well where she was going. "So what's all this crap with Steven and Don about?" Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 03 "Don't know, don't wanna know." Cindy replied. Teresa noticed the edge to Cindy's voice, and changed the subject. "How's the gym business going?" "Good." Ross said. "You should come in sometime. Lots of guys in the co-ed areas. They'd love your legs." They weren't the only ones. Cindy was sneaking peeks at Teresa's gorgeous, shapely legs every chance she could get. Teresa pretended not to notice the compliment, nor the reference to "guys" that meant Teresa was straight and only dated men... when she dated at all. "When is Melina getting back in town?" Teresa asked, not realize the quicksands she was stepping into, not knowing the developments of the case. "Soon, I hope." Ross said, thinking Croyle was fishing for information for the Malone side. After the incident with Ikea and Don this morning, Ross knew that a flare-up of some serious tensions was coming. "It's hard when she's out of town and I'm on a case like this." "I know what you mean." Croyle said. She was silent for a few moments, then asked to Cindy's surprise "Ross, do you trust Don?" "Hell yeah," Cindy replied. "Why?" "Do you think I can trust him?" Croyle asked, "He thinks I'm on Captain Malone's side, on the 'other' side." "You are on their side." Ross replied, rather directly. "Why, what's up?" "I need to talk to Don." Teresa said. "But I can't just go and say anything." Though not understanding any of Teresa Cunt's motives, Cindy Ross instinctively knew this was something she would be most very wise to facilitate. "I'll bring you to him when we get back to HQ." she offered. "And he'll listen to you. Just be damn sure to play straight with him and take his advice, whatever it is." They flashed their badges to gain access to the most exclusive of the gated communities. Driving up to one of the mansions, the women got out of the car, walked to the big double front doors, and rang the bell. It was partially opened and a beautiful woman peered out. "May I help you?" she asked tensely. "I'm Detective Ross and this is Detective Croyle of the Town Police." Ross said rather harshly. "Is Mr. Timothy Olivet home?" "No, he's not. May I ask why are you here?" "We need to speak with Mr. Olivet, and with you also, Mrs. Olivet." said Detective Ross. "How did you know who I am?" the woman asked suspiciously, not knowing that Ross had recently watched a video of this woman being lustily fucked by the late Jack Burke. "May we come inside, Mrs. Olivet?" Croyle asked. "Do you have a warrant?" Mrs. Olivet asked. "No, we just want to ask you some routine questions."
 "I don't know anything about anything. Go away. Don't come back." With that, Jeanine Olivet slammed the door shut. "Why of all the nerve!" Ross said. As she reached to bang on the door again, Croyle grabbed her wrist. "No, let this go for now." she said. "Let's go back to headquarters." Puzzled and still angry with Mrs. Olivet's rudeness, Cindy Ross grudgingly acquiesced. --------------------------- "How in the heck did you know??" Myron asked as he came into my office, his eyes showing wonder and near-worship as he handed me a file folder with a sheaf of papers in it. "I guess that's why they pay you the big bucks." "Yeah, big bucks." I said. "Riiiight. Whaddya got?" "Arugula. Johnny Arugula" Myron said. The name rang no bells with me, so Myron continued. "Very low life. Tried to get connected some years ago in New York, but he's such a putz that they basically used him for small stuff and he never went anywhere. Moved to the City, just down the road from us, about a year ago. Nothing of interest, he's the smallest of potatoes." "What about Marie Arruzio? Anything through that?" "Again, I don't know how you do it... you told me exactly the right places to look. It's as you suggested: her trust funds can't be touched except by special Court order... but twice before they have been accessed by such special orders. The money borrowed against the trusts was repaid to the funds both times within one month. Then there was a third time money was borrowed, but I can't find a court order for it. That was repaid, also, but it was in two payments over two months. By the way, what I just told you has no documentation, if you know what I mean." I did know: Myron had hacked bank computers to get the information; to get it legally, we'd need warrants. That was no problem for us to get at the right time, but for now it was just between me and Myron. "Excellent work, Myron. Anything else?" 
"Just confirmation that she was indeed moving her money to bank accounts separately from her husband. I also think she may have been getting ready to file for divorce. That actually is a tip from a buddy of mine, so don't ask." "I won't. By the way, have you told anyone else about Arugula?" "Hell no. That's 'unconfirmed' material, also. You know the adoption people would string my ass up, and yours, if they knew we were looking at their records." 
"Noooo doubt about that. Don't say a single word to anyone about it, especially not Lainie or anyone else in I.T." "Roger that. By the way, do you think this has something to do with Joe Arruzio? I mean, the guy can't fly..." "I get enough of that shit from Ikea, Myron, don't you start with me." As Myron opened the door and walked out, in walked Cindy Ross. But I was shocked by who entered with her: it was Teresa Cunt. "Glad you're smiling. She needs to talk to you." Ross said, and I knew that this was intended as a voucher. "Have a seat" I said to Teresa as Cindy left and closed the door. "What can I do for you?" "I need your advice." Teresa said. She was nervous and clearly distrustful. Taking a breath, she plunged into her story. Not long into it, I stopped her. "What we need to do, Teresa, is go see the Chief, right now. He'll call in Daniel Allgood of I.A." This was getting all too routine for me, but seeing Teresa's concern, I said "Don't worry, it'll be okay. This is partly ass-covering and partly keeping everything clean and clear." We went up to the Chief's office and were immediately shown in by the secretary. The chief was surprised to see me enter his office with Teresa Croyle in tow, and his surprised look got even better when the first words from my mouth were "We're going to need Allgood again. You might as well install a hot line to his desk." "Why?" Chief Griswold asked. I nodded to Teresa. "I knew Jack Burke." she said, explaining that Burke had lived with Teresa and her then-husband some years ago, but after the time I'd known Burke in college. Author's note: see the separate story "Teresa's Polyamory Relationship" for the exciting details of this story. As Griswold picked up the phone to call Allgood, he said to me "Don't you have work to do?" I acted upon the dismissal and turned to leave. Just as I walked out, a young blonde patrolwoman brushed past me into the chief's office. "She just got back into town, Chief." I paused in the doorway, having recognized the girl. Her name was "Inga", with a Nordic last name that constantly escaped me and I couldn't pronounce anyway, and she had been Lt. Britt Maxwell's assistant on the University Police during the trouble with Ned and Todd, my first introduction to this town. She'd also been helping the Coroner's office Friday night, and now she was a patrol officer on the beat. The Chief noticed me stopping and said brusquely "Get going, Crowbar." As I hurried away, I heard the chief tell Patrolwoman Inga to get Detective Gayle Tunnin and get going immediately. --------------------------- "I apologize for being dressed like this," Melina said, not sorry at all. "I just got home and out of the shower." Melina was dressed in her high heel slides that she wore around the house and her favorite thick housecoat, but underneath she was wearing a teddy that was see-through and left nothing to the imagination... and she was "carelessly" leaving the bathrobe open. "We're sorry to have to bother you at this time, but unfortunately we have to move quickly in this investigation." Detective Gayle Tunnin said. Tunnin was nearly 40 years old, and she was a "big-boned" woman. She wasn't fat, but heavy-set and a bit fleshy. She was still in good enough shape to pass the police physicals and keep her status as a Detective. She was known for not playing the political games of the Police Force, but she had no idea who she was up against today. She was all-but-openly admiring the beautiful woman she had been sent to interrogate. She, Tanya Perlman and Patrolwoman Inga were seated on the sofa and in a big chair; Melina was sitting in the chair most fully bathed in light. The other women didn't notice, but Tanya had learned to see that Melina had arranged this for full effect, making sure that her magnificent body was being shown off to the fullest and in the better light. And it was a very pleasing distraction. "I understand." Melina said. "So how may I help you?"
 "Did you know Jack Burke?" Tunnin asked. 

"Yes. He was my husband's roommate in college." "How well did you know Mr. Burke in college?"

 "Very well. I dated him for a while. In fact," Melina said, pausing slight for effect, "Jack Burke was my first lover. He took my virginity." Perlman suppressed a smile, but Tunnin was unable to conceal her shock at Melina's directness. Inga's face remained totally passive. "Er... I see." said Tunnin. "Did you continue your relationship with Mr. Burke after college?" "Not until recently." Melina said. She was aware of everything that had happened and knew well that the Police were bound to find out her relationship with Jack, should they go looking in that direction. And it was now obvious that they had. "About three months ago, I ran into him in Town while I was shopping. We had lunch and then he invited me back to his apartment. We went there and made love." "Can you tell me the date?" Tunnin asked, starting to realize she was being played and steeling herself against it. Melina named a date. "Did you see Mr. Burke again?" "A couple of times", Melina said. "We only had sex two other times, that is. He was seeing other women, as well." "Do you know who else he was seeing?" Tunnin asked flatly. "Did he say anything that might in any way have bearing upon this case?" "No, I don't know who else he was dating." Melina said. "Jack called me those few times and we met and had sex." She paused, then continued, "There was one thing he said, though. He told me that he was dating a woman and that he was in love with her, and that he wanted to marry her once she was divorced." "Marie Arruzio?" Tunnin asked, giving away too much. Melina replied that she had no idea, that Jack had never mentioned a name. "Let's move on." Tanya Perlman interjected, deeply aware of Tunnin's mistake. "You were out of town Friday night?" "Yes," Melina said. "I was in San Francisco with my boss, Dr. Laura Fredricson. She sent me back early and I got home just a while ago." The rest of the interview consisted of inconsequential questions and was soon wrapped up. Part 11 - Fire In the Embers "So Chief, what do you want me to do?" I asked Chief Griswold as I entered his office. I had just exited the chief's conference room after enduring a grueling interview with Daniel Allgood from I.A., occurring at the same time Melina was being interviewed. Few stones were left unturned as to my whereabouts Friday night, what I knew about Burke being in town the last few months (which I knew nothing about), and Burke's relationship with Melina both in college and in the past few months, and I held nothing back in my answers. One does NOT want the Internal Affairs department crawling around one's life, and while I knew it was the right thing to do and necessary, I still did not like any part of it. "I want you to solve this case." Griswold answered. "Allgood just did his job, and I just covered my ass and yours having him grill you. So now that that's over, it's time for you to get me up to speed before the conference this evening. Please tell me you have something for me so I won't have to listen to Malone and that arrogant prick Ikea." I told the chief what I had pieced together so far, and the direction of my thinking. I then added "The trouble is getting proof and a case for Patterson that will hold up before a jury. We're talking about rich people here who will be hiring high-priced lawyers and right now what I've got is as thin as an anorexic fashion model." "By the way," I added. "I do not intend to bring this up in the conference tonight. We've got to find Arugula very quietly, and before the Press gets a word of it and blabs it all over Creation. And that means not letting the village idiots in Vice know anything." "True," said the chief, "but right now those bastards of the Press are salivating over all the lurid details about Burke and the women. I've already gotten a call from Wellman; he wants Lt. Maxwell more involved in the case. Christ...." I could see the man was getting older by the minute. "This could turn into a real bloodbath for us." I tried to ease the chief's mind. "Britt will be perfect for helping me find Arugula; she's State. And that'll mollify Wellman for a minute." "Not long enough. Wellman is not the only call I've gotten." the chief said. "I've got three Town and County Council members and two University Regents who now know my name and phone number because they used it today. They don't say it, but I can tell in their voices: they're scared, Don. There's something big here, they know it and we don't. Get your proof as soon as frickin' possible." ------------------------------------ The 9:00pm conference was the perfect ending to a perfect Monday... sarcastically speaking. And it erupted quickly. Lt. Britt Maxwell was in attendance, along with my team and the Vice detectives and Gayle Tunnin. Having warned my MCD detectives to not add anything to what I said in the meeting, a message they clearly understood, I discussed the consolidated reports of my detectives as well as some of the information gleaned from the data. None of the women we had identified on the DVDs with Burke, nearly all who were "trophy wives" of the town's elite, would answer any questions. I did throw in a bone about Marie Arruzio's finances and suggested that her motives may have been to divorce her husband Joe. "Back to him again? Selling red capes again?" Ikea sneered. "Chief, I'll go interview those women. I'll get some answers out of them." "NO!" the Chief nearly screamed. "Not only 'NO' but 'HELL NO!'" You'll do nothing of the kind!" We all knew what Ikea's methods would be: he'd threaten the women, tell them that he'd tell their husbands everything, maybe even tell them he would reveal their secrets to the Press. That's what he did in the drug cases, but those were low-lifes; these were the wives of the big shots. "Why not, Chief?" Captain Malone growled, then pointed at me. "This piece of cow dung hasn't done shit. Hell, his own wife was fucking the dead man, maybe the murderer is right here in this room!" As the audible gasps echoed through the room, I again stopped Hugh Hewitt from getting up and murdering another police officer. Chief Griswold spoke. "Malone, if you ever accuse another police officer of a crime without rock-solid proof, I will fire you on the spot." His voice was just a bit too even and too smooth, and everyone knew the line had just been crossed. "We'll see about that." Malone threatened as he stood up. "And there's going to be a Sheriff election soon. Mighty soon. We'll see who fires who." Malone stalked out. The chief looked at Ikea, expecting him to follow his boss and mentor out the door, but Ikea just stared back at the chief with an arrogant smile on his face. The chief then brought the meeting to a close. We filed out and the MCD team went into the MCD room. "I don't know how your keeping your cool through all that." Cindy Ross said to me. There was a murmur of agreement. "But I've got to say this: I teach mixed marital arts to the patrolmen and run them through P.T. in the mornings, and I hear them talk. This is not helping you in the Department, Don. If you don't stand up to Malone and Ikea, the Force will start thinking those bastards are correct." I realized that Cindy's words were true: respect was an issue and Malone and Ikea were doing everything possible to erode mine within the Police Force. My own detectives were standing up for me, but I could sense they were getting demoralized and needed to see more from me, also. 
"Guys, all I can ask right now is that we work on this case and get it solved. Trust me, when the truth comes out, Ikea is going to look like the idiot he is. Malone is harder to deal with, but karma is going to be a bitch for him." I paused, feeling nothing from them. "Okay, it's ten o'clock. You guys go home and get some sleep. Be ready to kick some ass tomorrow morning, because things are heating up big-time. Britt... let's go to your office on campus. I've got a State thing for us to look at." As Britt drove us towards campus, I said "Let's go to Laura's office instead. That's the only damn place in this town that I know for sure is not bugged." "How do you know she's there?" Britt asked, her eyes twinkling in the darkness. "First, I have a key to her office so it doesn't matter if she's there; and second, she texted me an hour ago that she's there." I replied. Part 12 - Oh yeah, Sex! Arriving at Laura's office, a heavenly sight awaited me when I opened the unlocked door. Dr. Laura Fredricson was at her desk, and she stood up as we entered. After several days of a grueling case, the sight of this lovely woman was like seeing an angel from heaven. She was wearing a white dress with nearly invisible blue dots, a navy blue belt and navy blue 5" slides with thin criss-cross straps... easy to wear through the airport and excellent for shaping and showing off her magnificent legs and ass. "Hi guys." Laura said brightly as we walked in. If she was surprised that I was not alone, she didn't show it. "How was your trip?" I asked. letting her notice that my eyes were meaningfully wandering over her luscious body. "Long. Tiring. Very successful." Laura said, pointedly glancing at my crotch in unspoken reply to my leering at her. "How's the case going?" "I'm making progress, but it's about to get ugly." I said. "Oh, Britt, what I need to tell you: tomorrow morning Myron is going to meet you at the University Police station. He'll fill you in on the details, but we are looking for this man, Johnny Arugula." I gave her a folder with a few papers. "He is probably in the City, and not in this jurisdiction. It is imperative that we find him and get him into custody without the Press getting a whisper of it." "Wilco." Britt said, then added as Laura walked up to us, "Well, I'll leave you two alone." As Britt turned to go, Laura said, "Why don't you stay for a few minutes, Britt?" To consummate the invitation, Laura slid her mouth onto Britt's in a warm kiss that turned deep and steamy. My cock began getting hard as I watched these beautiful women kiss right in front of me. "With an invitation like that, who can refuse?" Britt said. I wrapped my left arm around Britt's waist and pulled her against my left side. It was a warm, snug fit. Laura turned from Britt and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue twining around mine like a snake. I felt Britt's hand exploring my asscheeks. Breaking the kiss with Laura, I turned and kissed Britt deeply while Laura, standing right in front of me, unzipped my pants and began unbuttoning my shirt. After Laura removed my shirt, I broke my kiss with Britt and moved behind Laura. As my arms slid around her waist and my hands unbuckled her belt, I gently kissed her just behind her left ear. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 03 "Isn't she beautiful, Britt?" I asked as I let the belt fall to the floor, then unzipped the back of her dress and slid the cloth over her shoulders and down her arms. The dress followed, exposing Laura's breasts to Britt's twinkling, lust-filled eyes. Letting the dress fall to the floor, my hands slid down Laura's torso as Britt stepped up to us and cupped Laura's tits in her hands. As Britt licked Laura's hard nipples, my fingers found Laura's clit and cunthole. I slid the bird finger of my right hand knuckle-deep into Laura's steaming wet cunt as the fingers of my left hand explored her clit. Laura moaned as I kissed and nibbled her neck just behind her right ear as Britt worked her breasts. Pulling away from me, Laura whirled around behind Britt and began disrobing the lovely policewoman. "Isn't she beautiful, Don?" Laura asked, her voice a husky whisper. "Would you like to fuck her again?" "You know it." I replied. I moved up and hungrily kissed Britt on the mouth again, joining my tongue with hers as Laura completely undressed her. I knew that Laura was getting hot watching me kiss Britt and so I made it a deep wet one, and Britt returned the kiss with equally lusty desire. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear and we all moved to one of the sofas, me naked and the women wearing only their heels. I sat down in the middle of the sofa and Britt sat on her legs on my left side. Laura went to her knees on the floor between my legs. It is one of the great pleasures of life to me to be sharing deep, tongue-twining kisses with one woman while another woman is sucking or fucking my cock. And this time, after the stress of this day, it was especially intense. As I felt Laura's tongue circle my cockhead and then her mouth slide down the length of my shaft, I turned and kissed Britt as deeply as I possibly could, and she returned it with equal fervor. Time seemed to slow down as Laura began sucking my throbbing hard cock harder until she was deep-throating every inch of me. "Mmmm, oh God! I've missed this cock!" Laura sighed as she planted wet kisses up and down the shaft of my manhood. Her tongue lashed at my balls and then she quickly slid her mouth back up the underside of my shaft and engulfed me fully again, making me groan into Britt's mouth. "Like that cock, babe?" I asked as the kiss with Britt broke and we looked down to watch Laura fellate me. I could see the lust in the beautiful professor's eyes, and I was a bit surprised by its intensity. Without a word, Laura stood up and began climbing on to me, straddling me. "UHH!!!" Laura gasped loudly as she impaled her sopping wet cunt onto my iron-hard pole. As she began rhythmically and rapidly moving her ass, I pushed hard into her to meet her semi-forward thrusts. "Oh fuck! how I have missed this cock! Oh God, it's been so fucking long! Oh baby fuck me!" Laura almost sobbed. It had been less than a week since I had last made love to Laura, but she was acting as if she had not had sex in months or years. Even so, Britt and I went to work on Laura. My hands were holding Laura's waist as she fucked me, and as I lowered my head to suck her big left breast into my mouth, she turned her head to her right and met Britt's mouth as it came to hers. I heard more than saw their deep, wet kiss as my mouth sucked painfully hard on Laura's tit, my tongue lashing her erect nipple mercilessly. Laura was moaning, almost whimpering. I heard her whimper into Britt's mouth just as her cunt clutched like a vise at my invading cock. It felt like her strong cunt muscles were trying to eject my cock, and I instinctively pushed in harder, trying to get into her even deeper. She rode me through her hard orgasm, and only after it was over did she break her kiss with Britt. "Oh sweet Jesus, that was so fucking good!" Laura gasped. "I needed that so badly." She began getting up, and my wet cock felt the loneliness of the cold air of the room as she slid her vagina up off of it. "Britt, would you like to ride this beautiful cock? Why don't you ride him reverse cowgirl." "Oh yes!" Britt said. She moved up and, with her feet planted on the floor, let me guide her hips as she gripped my meat and centered it to her cunthole. She did not stop descending and within a second my prick was buried to the hilt in Britt's hot wet slit. As Britt began a steady fucking motion above me, I reached around and began playing with her breasts. I could not see what Laura was doing, but it soon became very apparent where she was. I first felt her between my spread legs, then I felt her hot breath on my balls. "Uggh!" Britt gasped. Laura had licked up from my nuts and along our churning organs until she lashed Britt's clit hard. Laura continued to lick our coupled loins for several long minutes of fucking. The pleasure was fantastic! "Britt, did you take care of this cock while I was out of town? Did you service my man's needs?" Laura huskily asked Britt, still crouched between our legs as I fucked up into the lovely policewoman's steaming snatch. "Yes," Britt gasped, "but... unnh... but not as much as I wanted to." "Don, do you need to come?" Laura asked. When I said that I was close, Laura suggested we lie down on the sofa, and seconds later Britt was on her back with me on top of her, mounted and fucking her sweet pussy hard and deep. "Come here!" I ordered Laura when her face appeared just inches away from ours. I grabbed the back of Laura's head and harshly pulled her mouth to mine, engaging the gorgeous woman in a deep, soul-shaking hard kiss, which Laura returned with equal hot fire. Our tongues battled fiercely as I pumped Britt's steaming twat into a sodden lather. Britt had wrapped her legs around my torso, her heels pushing into my pistoning asscheeks, her hands caressing or gripping my back and sides. Her fingernails dug into my ribs when she came, her cunt clamping down on me but not as fiercely as Laura's always did. It only took a few more strokes. "Uhh... UHHH!!!" I grunted then gasped out, releasing Laura's head from my grasp as my orgasm overtook me. I drove deep into Britt as jets of my boiling semen burst into her cunt, coating her cervix and vaginal walls with my pent-up load. Pulse after pulse of painful ecstasy coursed through my cock until I was spent. "God, that looked good." Laura said quietly as I tried to catch my breath. As I dismounted Britt and sat up, Laura dove for my cock, licking up the globs of semen as well as Britt's juices. Then Laura had me stand up and took my place on the sofa. She began eating my cum out of Britt's pussy, her long tongue delving deep into the woman's well-fucked snatch. As Britt moaned and gasped, I straddled her head and dipped my semi-hard cock into her mouth. Britt sucked on the head of my cock for a moment, then I dipped down until my balls smashed into her face. Not one to resist the challenge, Britt sucked one ball then the other into her mouth, warmly lashing my scrotum with her tongue, and I noticed it was in time to Laura licking out her spermy slit. Moments later, I was seated on the sofa again. Laura was riding me, my cock balls-deep in her honey hole, her big breasts mashing into my chest. The tops of her feet were on my thighs just above my knees; this was one of my favorite feelings when a woman was on top. My hands explored Laura's hips and flexing asscheeks, then slid down to her shapely feet. My cock throbbed. I turned to my left, where Britt was right beside me again. I sucked the nipple of her right tit into my mouth; noticing that it was not as long or thick as Laura's teats, but very pleasant to suck. Laura bent over and sucked Britt's other tit into her mouth, but it was apparent that Laura was close to coming again. Within seconds I felt that delicious clampdown on my cock, and I began kissing Laura's neck as Britt pinched Laura's swollen nipples. "Oh God, so good... so fucking good!" Laura moaned, nearly collapsing after her climax. She kissed my mouth again, deeply, and I let her insistent tongue probe practically into my throat. A moment later she broke the kiss and, knowing what she wanted, I turned to Britt and kissed her, sharing soft, wet make-out kisses with the lovely lieutenant as my lover Laura nuzzled my neck with almost sucking-hard kisses. "I've got to go, guys." Britt said as she disengaged from us and got up. I wrapped my arms around Laura, holding the wonderful woman to me tightly, my cock still pumping up into her slowly but firmly. "I'll get back to you tomorrow with that info. I just nodded, and continued to hold Laura as we watched Britt get dressed. With a final smile and wave, Britt carefully opened the door to the office and then exited, her eyes twinkling brilliantly. ---------------------------------- It was just past midnight when I got home. Melina was in bed, asleep. I went into the bathroom and took a long, very hot shower, letting the heat wash away the stress of the day and add to the pleasing lassitude of my climax inside Laura's cunt just minutes before. Once clean and feeling fresh, I climbed into bed with my wife. She was facing the edge of the bed, away from me. I felt her sweet, firm ass as I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She just sleepily murmured and I rolled back onto my back. I realized that I had left my police notebook in Laura's office. It should be okay, but I'd have to go and get it on my way to work in the morning. I also thought that I needed to send Melina some roses, and that I need to make a note of that before I fell asl--- To be continued... Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 04 The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series 1-4. Russian Roulette series 1-2 (may not yet be published) Case of the Murdered Lovers So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 13 - An Unexpected Event 4:00am, Tuesday morning. I groggily woke up the the incredibly pleasant sensation of my cock being sucked by my wife. Melina had awoken to the alarm and had rolled over and begun performing her "morning duty", as she called it. After several moments of fellating me to hardness, she began sucking hard at the head of my cock while her hand vigorously jacked my cock. I didn't try to hold back as I could tell she wanted to finish me quickly, so I just let it go and came in Melina's mouth after a couple of minutes. As usual, she swallowed every drop of my semen. "I've got to get to the gym." Melina said as she quickly dressed. "I'm sure we're unbelievably behind." I understood and dozed back off as she quickly left, not having to get up for another hour. As I left for Police Headquarters at 6:00am, I stopped by Laura's office on the way to pick up my notebook. The building was empty and Laura's office door was locked, so I opened it with my key, thinking it was empty. To my shock, Laura was there, standing behind her desk. She obviously had gotten up as I jiggled the lock and then opened the door. And she was not alone. A man sat on the other side of her desk in one of the chairs. He was tall and slender with a head full of ash-blonde hair with some gray mixed in; he looked fit and vigorous for a man in his late 50s or early 60s. I recognized him. He was Henry R. Wargrave, billionaire, alumnus of the University, rather mysterious, and the most influential Trustee and booster of the University. "Uh, I'm sorry to barge in." I said. "I didn't know you were here, and I need to get my notebook." I hurriedly picked up said item from its perch on the table by the sofa... the sofa upon which I had fucked two beautiful women the night before. "That's quite all right." Laura said, but made no move to introduce her guest. I hurried back out of the room, but my mind was blazing... not due to jealousy, but why Dr. Laura Fredricson needed to meet an alumnus and Trustee of the school at this hour of the morning. I also expected to feel some real heat from my lover for barging in like that, even if I had legitimately expected for no one to be in the office. At 6:30am I walked into Police Headquarters and headed straight to the MCD room and turned on the TV. I grabbed the papers to start scanning headlines. I knew that I had exactly one half hour to get caught up. There was nothing new in the morning papers about the murders; that was good. There was no new information from Myron. I called Lt. Britt Maxwell at her University Police office and was pleased to hear her tell me that Myron had just gotten there and they were beginning their hunt for the elusive Johnny Arugula. Part 14 - Media Matters By 6:45am my entire team was in the MCD room, loading up on coffee at my suggestion. At 7:00am I was surprised to see ADA Paulina Patterson walk into the room, her face somber. Just as she stepped in the room, at the top of the hour the television newscast began, and was exactly what I expected but did not want to hear. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the redhead reporterette. She was attractive but she was wearing a bit more makeup today, I noticed, and her jacket was a bright red today. An attention-seeker with a big story today, I surmised with what might have been a groan if expressed out loud. "Channel Two News has learned that several of the women that were dating Jack Burke in the weeks prior to his death will be questioned by Town & County Police. Warrants are being sought to compel these women to provide information to Assistant District Attorney Sanders--" Sanders. He was an ADA like Paulina Patterson, but very much in with Malone and particularly Steven Ikea. I looked over at Paulina and got a confirmation look back: the bastards in the DA office were now sniffing around the case and would be shutting her down and pushing her to the back of the bus soon. And I use "back of the bus" in the very meaningful sense of which it was intended... "Channel Two News has also learned that Timothy and Jeanine Olivet of--" Wurtzburg named the Olivet's address, "--will be asked by authorities to assist with the investigation." Oh crap, this bitch reporter just named two potential witnesses AND gave out their address. What the fuck was she doing?!?! I made a mental note to get the chief to call her editor and bitch... and it would be no problem getting the chief into a bitching mood. And it got worse. "Channel 2 News has also learned" continued Bettina Wurtzburg, "that wealthy businessman and University Trustee Joe Arruzio, husband of socialite Marie Arruzio who was murdered Friday night, is not, I repeat not considered a suspect in this case. Police have confirmed that Mr. Arruzio was in the City at the approximate time of the murders and has been cleared of suspicion in his wife's death." That was my leak; I wanted the Press to report that, but not what came next: "Police are still investigating to see if someone associated with Mr. Arruzio or his past business dealings might've held a grudge against Mr. Arruzio, a grudge that turned deadly, or perhaps there was another love affair that Mrs. Arruzio might have been having. This is Bettina Wurtzburg reporting for KXTC Channel 2 News." the reporter ended with a pleasant smile, as if enjoying the salacious details she was reporting. The 9:00am conference was just MCD people; just myself, Ross, Hewitt, Perlman and the chief. As we assembled in the conference room, Tanya Perlman rushed in and turned on the TV. "They went into commercial saying that they would have something breaking in two minutes." she said. "But they sure won't cut off their advertising to get their 'breaking news' out, I see." I said drily. I also realized that they were prepping the reporter for the camera. Sure enough, the anchor went to Bettina Wurtzburg, her makeup very fresh and her lipstick glossy. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel 2 News, with a breaking story. Channel Two News is investigating a story concerning the past life of Jack Burke, who was recently found murdered along with socialite Marie Arruzio, wife of wealthy University Trustee Joe Arruzio. Sources tell Channel Two News that Mr. Burke was arrested on a charge of rape just weeks before his college graduation, and while the charge was dropped, Mr. Burke left school and did not graduate, nor did he return to school later to finish and obtain his degree. Investigators are looking for one Ivy-- ", it was everything I could do not to bolt out of my chair, "--who filed the original rape charge and then dropped it. Investigators want to know if this woman might have any connection to the current case. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News." "Damn leaks." the chief said as he walked into the room, his face reddening. "So what do you make of that last bit? I haven't heard anything about this woman." "It's not a police leak." I told the chief, very certain. "Did you notice how Wurtzburg used the word 'investigators' instead of 'police' or 'authorities' when she spoke of that? I don't know who these 'investigators' are, but they're using Wurtzburg to try to flush out this woman, is my guess." I noted the murmur in the room; the amazement that I'd caught that and figured it out so fast, but I realized I'd said too much and that if any of these otherwise good detectives were my mother, they would realize that I knew way more about that than I was telling. "Is this an angle we need to be working?" the chief asked. "Not at this time." I said. "This murder is about Marie Arruzio, not Jack Burke. I'm hoping to hear from Myron soon about that." My team was looking at me; this time they were realizing that I knew more than I'd told them. The chief noticed it too, and got me off the hook. "I'm not holding you to silence any longer. Go ahead and tell them," Chief Griswold ordered, but first admonished everyone that none of this could be discussed with anyone else out loud. I told them about Johnny Arugula and that I had reason to believe he was essential to this case. But just as I began to piece together the case, the TV blared out again. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" the redhead reporter dictated into her microphone, this time from in front of the Courthouse. "Channel Two News has learned that warrants have been issued by the Court to search the home of Timothy and Jeanine Olivet, as well as to bring the Olivets to Police Headquarters for questioning. Channel Two News has a mobile camera on the way to the Olivet's home and will bring you live footage of any developments there!" Which meant, of course, that the Press would eagerly show this young couple being led out of their homes in handcuffs. "Who the fuck is doing that?" growled the Chief. "Meeting's over!" He got up swiftly, went to the door, and pulled it open. To our shock, Captain Harold Malone was right outside. (Shit! I hope he didn't hear any of my discussion of Arugula! I thought.) Malone was standing with his feet slightly apart and his hands crossed in front of him, barricading our way, and he was smiling devilishly. I swiftly moved up to be in front of the Chief, just looking for an opportunity to start a fight with Malone. "We're going to get this case solved, Chief, and it's our best detectives doing it while your guys are sitting in their chairs!" Malone said, joyfully but sneeringly. "My best man is bringing in the Olivets right now." Part 15 - The Wrong Direction Senior Detective Steven Ikea of the Vice Department knocked on the door of the Olivet home, with Vice detectives Teresa Croyle and Ted Geiger, four uniformed patrolmen and a gaggle of media cameras waiting breathlessly for the door to open. It didn't. More knocking and calls to "Open up!" worthy of the best television police dramas followed, but no answer. Ikea was asking two of the uniformed police to kick down the large, solid oak doors, when Teresa Cunt sneeringly suggested that he try the door to see if it was locked. Ikea gave Croyle a withering sneer in reply, but tried the lock. It opened. The police walked into the abandoned home, a beautiful mansion decorated simply but in nice Feng Shui style. Only the maid was home, a pretty, young Latina woman named Dolores, who Ikea wasted no time placing under arrest. Once confirming that no one was home, Ikea called into headquarters to have an APB put out on the Olivets, that they were to be found at all costs. The Press, extremely disappointed by the failure to apprehend the wealthy couple in their luxurious home, began packing their mobile equipment away. As Croyle and Geiger and the uniformed police went to their cars, Bettina Wurtzburg stepped up to Ikea. "Just a couple of questions for confirmation." Teresa Cunt vaguely heard Wurtzburg say to Ikea. Then, surprisingly, Bettina lowered her voice as if speaking confidentially. The reporterette talked to the arrogant detective for a few minutes, then Ikea came to the car. Teresa didn't know why, but her "spidey sense" told her that something important had just happened. ----------------------------------- Sometimes in police work, things are quiet and move along routinely enough... and then there are the times that all hell breaks loose and everything happens all at once. This day was such a day. First, personal business: once safely ensconced in my IT office, I placed two orders for a dozen red roses each, one to be delivered to my wife Melina at her gym; the other to Laura in her office. Laura called me first. "That's sweet," she said as I apologized for the morning miscue. "I appreciate the roses, but you didn't have to go to all that trouble. I explained to my guest that you were discreet, and it's okay." I did note that Laura had just essentially told me to keep my mouth shut about the guest, which I had no problem doing. And then she continued, "Why don't we have lunch today and I'll share some juicy tidbits with you." I readily agreed, since I would be headed to the Campus anyway to check up on Britt and Myron's progress. Melina called a half hour after my call from Laura, gushing about the flowers and how surprised she was to get them. After some typical hubby-wife love talk, she told me "I've got one great night planned for you, mister." Second: Right at the moment I hung up the phone rang. It was the chief, letting me know that he and I were expected to be at an evening "reception" at the home of University President Wellman. There would be a few Town & County Council members present, as well as some of the University's Regents. "This is where the cheeks get toasty." Chief Griswold said. "This is really a damage control meeting. The leaks are killing us." Town, County -AND- University politics. *groan!* I had Hewitt and Ross examining Marie Arruzio's bank records. Tanya Perlman was at the Coroner's Inquest, which would bring back the unsurprising verdict of willful murder. Tanya wouldn't admit it out loud, but she loved those grisly details. She had watched the autopsy of the two bodies while munching on a lollipop, then immediately went to lunch afterwards and ate heartily. Speaking of lunch, I told my team I was going to the University campus to check on Myron and for them to go out for lunch while things were at a lull right now. At the University Police station, I found Lt. Britt Maxwell in my tiny IT office at the very far end of the hall. She was sitting next to Myron, who was working busily at the computer console. Britt's eyes were twinkling merrily as I walked in. "Whaddya got?" I asked them after the door shut. "Notagoddamthingsir" mumbled Myron, not looking up from the screen, continuing to type furiously. Britt added "Nothing we didn't already know. Nothing until New York, then the City, small time hood." "I'm not surprised, but I'm more interested in where he is today. Anything at all?" I asked, as I watched Myron reach over for the telephone and begin dialing a number. "Let's go get coffee while he's on the phone." said Lt. Maxwell. The breakroom was two doors down. Once there, she said "Nothing yet. The guy's popped up in some past drug investigations. Myron is tapping two sources he has in the City to see if we can get anything quietly." At that moment, the door flung open and Myron waved for us to come in. "Finally!" he exclaimed, once we were inside. "I talked to a confidential friend in the City IT department, sort of my alter ego over there. He told me that the City Vice squad got interested in the murder case a couple of days ago. But first: I talked to 'someone else' over there." By 'someone else', Myron meant he did not intend to divulge this source, even to me. "This guy was undercover late Friday night. He reported that Arugula came into the bar he was at, half drunk, flush with money and buying people drinks and stuff. Said drunkenly that he was in the catbird seat and his ship had come in and all the other cliches. Didn't say what it was about." Myron continued. "Now back to my IT guy: the City Police know this guy Arugula, but he's been so small that they don't really bother to keep track of him. But their Vice squad looked at him twice when a couple of drug deals went down. The times he's come up have been these dates." Myron handed me a small sheet of paper with two handwritten dates. "Ah, the very times Arruzio was in financial trouble." I said. "It's a thin thread, but it's a place to start, so let's--" I was interrupted by Britt's cellphone ringing harshly. The speed with which she grabbed the phone and answered it showed me that it was of importance. "Right." she said. "Keep him in the waiting room. When I call, show him into my office." Hanging up, Britt said "Agent Fred Dixon of the FDA is at the front desk. Wants to speak to me, knows you're here and wants to talk to you also."

"Myron, stay in this room and keep the door locked." I said, then added, having a sudden insight: "And run a LexisNexis search and see if Arugula's name comes up, especially in any offhand press reports." Britt and I quickly snuck up to her office through the back hallway and arranged ourselves in seats. We wanted to get a psychological upper hand on Fred Dixon. When he walked into the office, he found us in chairs staring at him. I'd remembered him from the case with Todd and Ned that brought me to this town the first time. He was wearing khaki pants, and white button-down shirt and blue sports coat, exactly as he had the last time. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, but was more likely at least my age. I think he was especially surprised to see me in the room instead of waiting elsewhere. "What can we do for you, Agent Dixon?" Britt asked, her voice polite but extremely professional. Dixon peered at us a moment, then took a seat without being offered, attempting to gain a semblance of ascendancy. "Thank you for skipping the unnecessary pleasantries." Dixon stated. "First, the DEA has asked me to pass along a message that they do not want to see University computers accessing their servers again." He looked meaningfully at me. "I'll make sure they don't ever see such a thing again." I replied. Dixon grinned, realizing that I was in no way promising that their computers wouldn't be hacked again, just that they would not see it again. "And second," Dixon said, "I'm here to give you a heads-up and ask for your cooperation. The State and Feds are looking into Johnny Arugula. The DEA would like to know why you're interested in him, in an idle sort of way. And the State Narcotics Task Force wants you to take a backseat and let them work on their drug cases about him." Britt's face was a mask of worry as she looked over at me, totally giving away our interest in finding Arugula. So we were fucked on that one. Time to make lemonade out of lemons. "Tell your fellow agents at the DEA" I said to Dixon, very sure of who he really was working for under the guise of being with the FDA, "that I'll be glad to hand over Arugula to them just as soon as I find him. But he is vital to my murder investigation and I fully intend to find him first." Dixon gave a visible start when I mentioned his DEA connection, then his face relaxed into passivity as he realized I might not be a dumb local hick. "Okay. And the State?"
 "The SBI can go fuck themselves, as far as I am concerned." I said clearly. "If they fuck up this case, I will have their heads on spikes in front of the Press before they can turn around twice." Dixon grinned heartily; he had no love for the SBI, either. Britt's face looked fairly shocked, and I couldn't tell if it was at my language or at what I thought of the SBI. "Fred," I continued, using his first name to try to get some friendly trust from him. "I need 48 hours." "No can do." Dixon stated. "City, State and our guys are on the move. It's a race to get him now. The best I can do is get the DEA to let you talk to him, if we get to him first. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 04 "All right, I would appreciate that." I said. Dixon got up, and after exchanging goodbyes, he walked out. Once we were sure Dixon was gone, Britt and I went back to my office. When we opened the door, Myron was staring at his screen as if dumbstruck. "How in the hell did you know to ask for this?" he asked. I looked over his shoulder. There were two past newspaper articles with Arugula's name, but they were not police news... they were reviews of theater plays in which Arugula had performed. Small parts, decent reviews for them. No photographs though, but that was okay. I smiled. I had what I wanted. Britt looked confused at my glee as I told Myron to shut down and head back to Town Police Headquarters, and to be damn careful about where his "unauthorized" investigations went, particularly if the DEA was associated in any way. I asked Britt to contact Detective Robin Ventura with the city police to scour the artsy/theater people for Arugula, and said if nothing was heard by 5:00pm to call Fred Dixon and ask of him the same request. I then excused myself to meet Laura for lunch. ------------------------------------- "First of all, don't apologize. In fact, I'm glad you walked in on us." Laura said as she and I dined on salads, sandwiches and coffee at the sandwich shop in the trendy shopping district in the north side of Town, across from the northernmost part of the University. "Gives me a chance to spill some beans." We were seated outside on the back patio of the shop and enjoying the nice view of the small lake. There were few people remaining, as I'd arrived somewhat late. "Don't let me stop you." I said, enjoying the scent of Laura's perfume wafting into my nose, and enjoying the sight of her lovely face sitting next to me. ""How's the baby doing, by the way?" "Coming along nicely. Now let me tell you what I need to say: Mr. Wargrave was in my office for two reasons." Laura said. "The first was to discuss the leaks in this case and the University Regents' very deep concerns about the controversial publicity about the University and some of the town VIPs. You will hear a lot more about that tonight." "Hoo boy, can't wait." I said witheringly. The coffee I was sipping was very rich, very good, I thought to myself. "The other reason he was there," Laura continued. "Well, let's just say that billionaire Henry R. Wargrave has a little problem.... he can't get it up." I turned to look at Laura; she had my full attention. "He's had E.D. for a couple of years now, and I've been working with him on it. I meet him every two weeks very early to avoid any possible publicity about it."

 "Interesting. But out of curiosity, why tell me about it?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
 Laura smiled. "There's more... he's always been a leader, a very dominant man in the military and in his businesses. But the only way he gets 'excited' is when he's forced into submission or, shall we say, 'other' situations where he's dommed." "The BDSM crowd." I said, understanding. Laura nodded. "So you get to play dominatrix?" I asked, knowing that it would not be Laura as the dominant player. "Oh no," Laura replied, "I have another surrogate much more suited to that task. She's the very best. And the reason I am telling you now," she continued, "is because it will help you psychologically when you have any encounters of the University politics kind with him... and in that arena you will need all the help you can get." Part 16 - Reception Headed into President Wellman's home for the reception, I was escorted by the lovely Dr. Laura Fredricson. It was an event where spouses were brought along, but Melina had told me she would be unable to attend with me and suggested that Laura be my "date." Melina then said in a very sultry voice that she was going to make it up to me tonight. My head was spinning from everything I'd learned today as well as the warning from Fred Dixon that the State and Feds were about to come in on the case, which would not only make success impossible but would simply explode all the drama, publicity and bad things going on with Malone and Ikea. But I had no time to worry, I had to really be on my toes for the next two hours. The first part of the reception was small talk, though the Regents and Town & County Council persons I talked to were asking fairly probing questions about me personally and also about the case. To keep them from talking about the case, I actually answered much of the questions about my past life, making sure to embellish the successes of recent cases that I and my team had solved. Surprisingly not present were Lt. Britt Maxwell and University Police Commissioner and Provost Marshal Dexter Robinson. But I couldn't worry about them, I was too busy talking to those present. I noted some of them: Wellman, ADAs Patterson and Sanders, as well as District Attorney Gil Krasney, Town & County Council members Larry Vaughan and Malinda Adams, several University Regents including Henry R. Wargrave... and Michael Burke. Burke was a white haired man that did not look his age in the mid 60s. He was a vigorous tennis player and had an almost overwhelming dominant presence -- and he was Jack Burke's father. I did not know that he was on the Board of Regents, and it turned out he had only just been nominated to be a Regent to replace the late Mr. Bonniker, from whose estate I had bought my home "The Cabin." I first talked to Wargrave, apologizing for barging in on him that morning. "That's all right." he said affably. "Dr. Fredricson explained things to me. Fantastic woman, she is. She told me all about you and the fine work you've done for the police department." I now understood why Laura had told me about Wargrave's issues; otherwise I might be struggling against his dominance. It was as if he was mentally, aurally reaching inside me to control me, and I felt the need to "resist" the dominance he exuded. Wargrave went on to say he was concerned about the leaks. "Looks to me like the Press is getting 'a little too big for their britches', as my mother used to say, God rest her soul. What do you think, Don?" I didn't know what to say except that the Press loved salacious sexual details and were running with them, but that leaks were always an issue. "Yes," said Wargrave, his voice dropping to a lower and more menacing tone, "something really needs to be done about those leaks. The Press bastards, especially that woman Wurtzburg, can't just be running loose and wild, telling slanderous stories. By the way, where is Detective Ikea? I hear he's been leading the charge to arrest some of our leading citizens--" At that moment, most fortunately, Laura came up to us and took Wargrave away from me, saying she wanted him to talk to Chief Griswold. I then found myself talking to Michael Burke. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir." I said without introducing myself first. "I'm doing everything I can to bring the criminals to justice."
 "Thank you son." he replied. "I'm sure you are." As he told me how he and his wife had just gotten into town, I was hoping that he would not remember me nor recognize who I was. I had never met him while Jack was my roommate in college, and I sure didn't want him realizing my identity from that time right now. I also had this sense that he reminded me of someone. Definitely of his son Jack, of course, but he seemed to remind me of someone else, but I couldn't place it at the moment. My reverie was interrupted with his next, shocking words. "We've always believed," Mr. Burke stated, "that the woman who accused my son of rape and ruined his life may have continued her grudge against him when the charges were dropped." "Didn't she drop the charges?" I asked, perhaps too incisively, but Burke failed to notice... and I failed at the time to notice his use of the word 'we'. 

"Not really." he replied, "The school police dropped them, but after that Jack never stayed around any one place. He visited us at home only three times in nearly 10 years." Mr. Burke said. "I just can't help but wonder that if you find this woman, you'll have some answers to the murder of my son." "That is an interesting thought, sir. Have you ever tried to find her in the past, sir?" I asked, not asking the question for any reasons he thought I might. It was becoming clear to me that Bettina Wurtzburg's announcement on TV that my college classmate Ivy was being sought was the result of this man's efforts. Michael Burke was behind it. "Yes, I have to admit we hired private detectives to find the woman." Burke said flatly, then added as if in justification "I just wanted to know the truth about what happened between her and my son." I didn't believe that for minute: I knew that 'the truth' was the furthest thing from Burke's mind if he ever found Ivy's whereabouts.
 "Did you ever find her?" "No, there were some surprisingly strong roadblocks in our way. The school clammed up completely, which is why I contribute to this school instead of them. But I'll be damned if there wasn't something else... two of my private detectives quit the case, saying a Government agent had warned them off. After that we had to back off, and my wife was furious about that... but if you ever find that woman, you let me know." "I'll have my people look into it." I told Burke, and I was not lying... though I had no intention of ever telling Michael Burke anything about Ivy. At the right time, hostess Sally Wellman guided the spouses and non-essential persons towards the back patio and backyard. I admired the lovely older woman's body as she saucily strutted in front of me and out the door, remembering that pleasant evening when she had fucked me on that patio and I had shot my load up into her clutching cunt. Bringing myself back to the present, I went into the library. The chief was already in there, looking miserable though he tried to hide it. I'm sure he was thinking of how wonderful retirement would be. Once the door closed, the questions came fairly fast and furious, especially from the Regents and the Council members, who had been hammered by their wealthier constituents over the "brutal" use of police power in recent days. ADA Sanders took tremendous fire, and I made sure to let him endure every bit of it. However, after a while I knew it was my place and time to bring matters to a conclusion, so I finally tried to speak in a way to end the controversy. "Ladies and gentlemen," I announced, "I share your concerns about the rumors as well as the treatment of some of our citizens by the press and misguided police officers. All I can tell you is this: the only way to stop the rumors and false investigations are to bring the actual criminals in this case to Justice, which means to a full conviction in a Court of Law. We are currently following leads to arrest those criminals and acquire the evidence needed to convict them. I'm sure you understand how harmful Press leaks have been, and how much more damaging they would be if our leads got out, so what I've told you to this point is all I can tell you now." Somewhat to my surprise, this mollified most of the high-powered assemblage. It was Wargrave, not President Wellman, who spoke for them when he said "Detective, we have every confidence of your ability to solve this case as you did with those child kidnappings... and at great personal cost, I might add." The billionaire had just really given me a huge kudo there, ramping my esteem in front of the group. "And we know that you have neatly and discreetly solved several cases in the past. The problem we have is Press attention and leaks. Get this case solved quickly so we can put the trouble to bed and get the Press off our backs and the backs of our citizens." Then came the dissenting opinion from Town & County Councilwoman Malinda Adams. She was very slender and wore glasses that bespoke a strong prescription. Her thin, brown hair was cut fairly short and fell to all sides of her head evenly, except the bangs that were cut to expose her face. She looked a bit like my sister Elizabeth in the face, though her nose was a bit more hawkish... and Elizabeth had a much better looking body. Ms. Adams represented the district that contained the University and some of the poorer sections near it, and her politics were well matched to their views. "I am sure," she stated, her voice sounding like something between purring and oily venom, "that you are doing all you can, Detective. But I am deeply disturbed by the reports of rough treatment of our citizens by Peace Officers." One of Malinda Adams's quirks was that she always used the term 'Peace Officers' to describe the police, whom she seemed to virulently despise, always throwing roadblocks to our progress vis-a-vis the Council. "We must be sure that our Peace Officers are following fully correct protocols and protecting the rights of the citizens, even those who are asked to assist in the investigation." she continued. That meant people like the Olivets, whom Ikea had been harassing. I felt a moment of pleasure that Malinda Adams found herself having to speak for the some of the wealthier citizens in the County, as it was clear she loathed those that had been prosperous in their lives. Another round of murmuring talk ensued, and Mr. Wargrave had ADA Sanders in one corner. Sanders's face alternately looked fearful and like he wanted to cry... and I was most very glad that it was Sanders and not myself on the receiving end of what Wargrave was delivering. The evening ended fairly soon afterwards. Laura and I were walking out right behind Chief Griswold and his wife, a very sweet lady who was his childhood sweetheart and his bride since her 18th birthday. Suddenly the chief turned, motioned Laura onward to join his wife, saying "One moment, Detective." As we walked, the chief whispered "Mr. Wargrave was really asking me about press leaks, and about Ikea by name. Did you say anything to him?" 
 "No, of course not." I said, "but Mr. Wargrave asked me if Ikea was here." 

 "Wargrave is a very powerful man, Don." the chief said, "very powerful. So watch out for him. But I think... it's about time that we set a little information trap for Ikea, and if he's the leak I'm going to throw him to the wolves no matter how much protection he has from Malone and Malinda Adams." This was the first I'd heard that Malinda Adams was part of the Malone/Ikea cabal, and it would be interesting to see if the chief could land Ikea as the leak. Part 17 - Heavenly Evening... "You did very well." Laura said as she drove us to Melina's house. "They're all very impressed with you, as well. That'll keep things calm until you can solve the case-- are you okay?" "Yeah..." I said, almost absentmindedly, "but if these leads don't come through fast, it'll turn ugly." Then I added what I was really thinking: "And I've got this feeling... something is about to go very bad in all this." "I sure hope not." Laura said. "I've never seen Wellman or the Regents as agitated as they are right now. And before you ask, I have no idea why." I smiled in the dark as Laura and I read each other's thoughts. We drove up to Melina's house, and I deduced that Todd was there also. This was no great feat of detection: his car was parked in the driveway. We went inside. Sure enough, Todd and Melina were sitting on the living room couch. They had been making out, ending a warm kiss as we came in, but they were still fully dressed. I felt some sense of disappointment. I really had not spent much time alone with Melina in the past weeks and months, and had been hoping that we would do so this evening. Seeing Todd there dashed those hopes. I am not sure what in my body language gave it away, but Laura quickly asked Todd to help her make drinks in the kitchen, giving Melina and I a moment to talk alone. "Hi, cowboy." Melina said playfully as she came up to me. "How are you?" "Good." I said, as we took each other into our arms and kissed. "And you?" "Okay." she replied. "No morning sickness, either, thank God. The gym did fine without me; I don't know how Cindy did it-- everything okay?"
 "Just tired, I guess." I said. "And I was kind of hoping we'd spend some time alone. It's been a long time since we have." "Aw, you're sweet." Melina said. "But I thought you'd enjoy an evening with the four of us, and besides, I haven't seen Todd in a while, either." By 'seen', Melina meant she had not fucked the young man whose baby she was carrying right now. "Would you like me to send them home?" my wife asked, almost as an afterthought. "No, that's okay." I said, as Laura and Todd returned to the room. There was small talk as Todd sat down in his original position next to Melina. I took a chair on the other side, which surprised Laura. She ended up sitting on the other side of Todd. "Everything okay, Uncle Don?" Todd said. I realized I had been staring at my handsome young nephew. Something was coming to my mind, and I suddenly realized what it was that I had noticed earlier at the reception. "No, nothing." I said. "I'm just a bit tired tonight. I think I'll just sit here, enjoy this Scotch, and just watch." Todd grinned, Melina looked faintly amused, and Laura peered at me, trying to pierce the veil of my thoughts. I stared back until her eyes relented; she had failed to read me on this one. "Okay, then, Uncle Don." Todd said, giving me a very meaningful glance as he took Melina in his arms and eased her down on the sofa until she was lying on her back with him on top of her. "Watch this." And I did. I just watched, sipping my single malt Scotch, refilling it once, as Todd made love to both women. I watched him deeply kiss Melina, his hands exploring her body and almost imperceptibly removing her clothes as she and Laura slowly stripped him. Then he sat between the women, kissing one while the other sucked his incredibly huge, throbbing hard cock, his huge nutsack lying between his legs and being massaged by both women's hands. I poured myself another Scotch as I watched Todd ease Melina down onto the sofa again. She was naked except for her high heels and a thin gold chain around her ankle. Todd mounted my wife and she guided his huge hard meat into her, both of them groaning as he entered her and sank balls-deep into her sopping wet twat. As they made love, slowly, languidly and passionately, I just watched, letting my thoughts and imagination wander. Laura was naked, also, her hands caressing Todd's muscular back and ass, sometimes grabbing and fondling his swinging nutsack as he pumped Melina. Through the beginnings of hazy vision, I thought I saw Laura massaging Melina's big breasts. Certainly she was stroking both their faces and hair as the hot couple fornicated lustily, and only vaguely wondered what Melina felt about being touched by another woman. Certainly I would not have liked being touched that way by another man... To my surprise, when Todd came he pulled completely out of Melina. Laura was on her knees on the floor, her back to me and her gorgeous ass gloriously displayed to me, but I was watching her take Todd's long, thick member into her mouth. Todd groaned as he held Laura's head and gently fucked her mouth, shooting thick spurts of hot, potent semen against the beautiful older woman's throat. Laura and Melina joined together to finish Todd off and clean him up. All of that was on the edge of my conscious thoughts. Inside, I was mentally looking at the puzzle pieces of the case. Right now, I could only wait for developments... and hope that the foreboding I felt that something bad was descending upon us would not actually come to pass... ------------------------------------- Detective Daniel Allgood of the Town & County Police Internal Affairs Department sat at his desk in his condo, sipping bourbon, one of several he had consumed over the last couple of hours. He was naked. His cock, nine long inches of pulsing hardness, was pointing straight up, taut with hardness. His cock was not as thick as Todd's or even mine, but it was extensive and curved with a big mushroom head on top. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 04 He put the DVD in, and moved the mouse to click the button to play it. The screen filled with the image of a couple fucking hotly. Allgood gripped his long cock and began to stroke up and down, slowly at first, then in rhythm to the man on the screen's deep strokes into the woman. "Oh, God," Allgood groaned as he stroked more furiously. "Oh, Melina..." The tape was the one of the many made by Jack Burke, the one showing Melina and Jack making love. Allgood had copied this one secretly after it had been uploaded into the servers by Myron. Allgood stroked harder, the image of the gorgeous woman filling his eyes as well as his mind. He stopped the tape and switched back to another file. This was the hospital tape he had purloined, the one showing Melina riding Ned's eight inch cock when Ned had been ever-so-briefly in custody. Allgood stroked his meat even harder as he watched Melina's beautiful ass bouncing up and down on the teen's cock. "Oh Melina... Melina!" Allgood gasped as he climaxed, long ropes of milky jism shot into the air, landing on his belly, legs, the chair and the front of the desk. Several more bursts followed until Daniel was spent, an exhaustion filling his body even as the pain of his unrequited deep crush on Melina tore at his heart. ------------------------------------- Tanya Perlman and Officer Pete Feeley were in the MCD room at Police Headquarters. They were going over Arruzio's financial records, with Tanya evaluating to see if Feeley would notice the obvious clues to the data she was carefully feeding him... and thinking of what had happened an hour before. Officer Feeley had begged Tanya to let him help with the case, so she let him look at some data. About 8:00pm he had asked her if she'd like to go to dinner, his treat, and she accepted. They shared jokes and good natured ribbing, most of it absorbed by Officer Feeley, but also talked about their police careers and Feeley's hopes of becoming a Detective. On the way back, she'd had him park his car at the far end of the lot and told him to get in the back seat with her. As he looked at the data, Pete Feeley was still reeling, remembering: in the backseat of the car, the lovely Detective Tanya Perlman had opened his pants and sucked his cock! He was barely over five inches fully hard, but Tanya had not seemed to mind. He'd gasped at the wet heat of her mouth as she engulfed his rod, and groaned with pleasure as she sucked him hard and fast, jacking his shaft and fondling his balls to get him to a quick orgasm before they were discovered. Pete had reeled with pleasure and, unable to hold back after two minutes of Tanya's sucking, he came hard. Tanya had greedily sucked down his load as he fired jet after jet of hot jism onto her tongue and into her throat. "Earth to Feeley!" Tanya said, grinning. "You still with me here?" she asked, breaking Pete out of his reverie. "Yeah," he said. "Where were we?" They continued examining the data and were still working at midnight when the phone rang. It was the on-duty Desk Sergeant. Part 18 - ...Hellish Night The call to my cellphone came just after one o'clock in the morning. I was lying in bed in the guest room of Melina's house, Laura lying next to me. Todd and Melina must have gone to the main bedroom to sleep. As I groggily woke up and groped for the phone, I thanked the Universe that I had stopped drinking after three shot-sized helpings of Scotch, and that I was still sober. "Yeah?" I asked into the phone. "It's Perlman. I'm at--" came the voice on the phone, giving her location, a warehouse in the Southwest bad section of town. "You better come down. We found Bettina Wurtzburg; she's been badly beaten. And raped." To be continued... Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 05 The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series 1-4, Russian Roulette series 1-2. Case of the Murdered Lovers So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 18 - ...Hellish Night "Whaddya got, Perlman?" I asked the cute Detective. Her cheeks were not rosy and she was not smiling. Patrolman Pete Feeley was with her, taking notes. "The EMTs took Bettina to the hospital 15 minutes ago." Perlman said. "Whoever did this really worked her over. They beat the living shit out of her." "What time did it happen?" I asked. "About eleven o'clock, give or take a few minutes." Tanya replied. "Who called it in?" "Her cameraman, Scott Turnbull. He'd been tied up, got free and called 9-1-1." "They didn't take his cell phone?" I asked, surprised. "Nope, didn't take anything from Wurtzburg or her purse, either. But he did say more." Tanya started, but was interrupted by an overeager Officer Feeley. "Yeah, he said that--" Feeley started, but Perlman stopped him. "Shut up and let me talk!" Perlman ordered. Feeley complied, a bit of a hurt look upon his young face as Tanya continued, "Don, I can give you what he said, or let you talk to him yourself to see if the stories line up." Tanya had just given the young police officer a lesson. I wondered if Feeley had absorbed it; his face looked blank. "Just give me the bare bones synopsis." Cameraman Turnbull had said that he and Wurtzburg had come here to talk to an anonymous source, and they'd used this location several times in the past. Several masked men had been hiding among the pallets of goods and had jumped them. Turnbull had been seized, tied up, and thrown to the ground on his stomach with one man sitting on him; the others grabbed Wurtzburg and her source "who he wouldn't name, of course". They began beating Wurtzburg, then they stripped her, put her on the floor, and took turns raping her. The attackers not raping her at the time would occasionally kick her in the side or legs while shouting at her. The source they were meeting was a man, and another group of masked men carried him several feet away and began raping him in the ass. "What happened to the source?" I asked. "Oh, never mind, he went here." I was already going to the back door, where I saw the dust was messed up with light footprints. Going out the door, I saw that there was a paved sidewalk that led to the parking lot, and an examination of the area gave no good clues. Officer Feeley had come out with me, and I asked him to examine the sidewalk and parking lot for anything that might be a clue. That would keep him occupied while I conferred with Detective Perlman. "There's not much in the way of clues." Tanya reported when I came back in. "Some blood where Bettina Wurtzburg was lying; I'm betting that it'll be hers. We'll be wrapping up here soon. We've got another forensics team at the hospital to collect rape evidence."
 "Anyone handling that there?" I asked.

 "Detective Gayle Tunnin." Tanya replied. "You know her?" "Barely. She's decent enough?"
 "Oh yeah, she's handled a number of rape cases; she's good with the victims. She was a nurse before becoming a cop." Perlman said by way of explanation. "Well, nothing more to see here. Let's go to the hospital." I said. ------------------------- We were in the secure ward of the hospital. It was now 3:00am Wednesday morning, about four hours after the attack. I quietly entered Bettina Wurtzburg's room, where she had been moved to after being examined and evidence collected with the rape kit. It was a brutal sight. Both of her eyes were blackened, one nearly shut, deep bruises that would only get worse in the next few hours. She had cuts on her face and head, her upper lip was busted and swollen, as was her nose. Her arms and legs and body had mottled deep bruises in many places, and of course her genitals had been damaged by the gang rape she had endured. But she was lucky. She was alive, and the only bones broken were a couple of ribs. So far, the doctors had found no internal bleeding. Detective Tunnin was in the room with her, and she looked exasperated. I did not need to be told why. I spoke to Bettina, telling her that I was sorry about this, then asked Detective Tunnin if I could speak to her in the hall. "She won't say anything!" Tunnin almost shouted in the hallway once the door to the room closed. "She says she can't. She says she's protecting her source and that she can't say anything about anything!" "Where's her cameraman?" I asked. "He's in the waiting room, with one of your MCD detectives." Tunnin said, pointing down the hallway. "First, take a breath." I said. Tunnin and I breathed a few deep breaths together until she was much calmer. "Okay, I'll speak to her and then leave her to you." I continued. "Don't ask about her source, get what you can about her attackers." Back in Bettina's room, she looked up at me as I came in. "Don't ask me anything." she said, her voice weak and broken. "I won't talk about my source." "I'm not going to ask you about your source." I said, trying to keep my voice smooth and comforting. "But I hope you'll talk to Detective Tunnin about your attackers. You sure don't have any obligation to protect them, and talking about them won't oblige you to talk about your source, okay?" "No, I can't." Wurtzburg said. 

 "Just think about it." I said, then took my leave of them. I headed to the breakroom, where Cameraman Turnbull was talking with Detective Hugh Hewitt. "Dude, I can't talk about it." Turnbull was saying to Hugh as I came in. Scott Turnbull was short, a bit roly-poly in body and face, and sported a goatee, the stereotype of an artsy painter. He always wore a military-style beret, usually a light blue one. I knew that he was a good chess player. But he was tough, also; he'd been a combat cameraman and had seen plenty of war action while with Hugh Hewitt's unit, and he and Hugh knew each other very well. I suspect Hugh might have leaked to Turnbull a few things here and there, but Hugh was not stupid enough to give away any really important stuff. "Hello, Scott." I said as Hugh introduced me to the cameraman. "He says he can't talk about it, he has to protect their source." Hugh informed me. 
"I understand." I said. "Scott, I'll tell you this. I am not going to ask you about your source nor try to trick you into talking about the source. I just want to know about Ms. Wurtzburg's attackers, and there's no reason to protect them. From what you've seen tonight, and what condition she's in, I'm sure she and everyone will understand if you give us some help in getting the bastards that did this to her." Turnbull hesitated, then agreed to talk to me. Under his questioning, I elicited the story: They had arrived about 11:00pm to meet the source. Turnbull called the source "him" several times, giving away that it was a male. Turnbull said that he wasn't sure how many men total there were, but at least one man was sitting on him and four men were beating, kicking and raping Wurtzburg in front of him. "Three of them were black, and one was white." Turnbull said, and said he could tell by the color of their asses and cocks as they fucked Bettina, though the wore masks. "The white guy was young, but seemed to be the leader of it. He raped her first. He was calling her all kinds of filthy names, and then while the other guys were raping her he was the one shouting in her ear and telling her to keep her fucking mouth shut and stop reporting on the Olivets." "Oh, really?" I said. "Thanks for that clue. The white guy, he sounded young, you said?" "Yes. He wasn't that big, either. I doubt he was more than 21-22 years old." "Anything else about him?"

 "Oh... yeah. He had a tattoo or birthmark on the small of his back. I don't know why, but I really noticed it. It looked like a big "X" with the center missing." "That's huge." I said. I knew now that my nephew Ned was one of the attackers! "So it looks like they were telling her to stop the investigation of the Arruzio-Burke murder case?" Turnbull hesitated, then said "Yeah, that's what the white guy was saying." "Okay, Scott, once again I am not asking you to name the source or anything, but I need to know: what happened to him?" "Three other guys took him towards the back, about 15-20 feet away from us. I couldn't see much of it, but two of the guys raped him in the ass. One was black, fairly light skinned, the other white. The white guy had a lot of hair on his ass and legs and the hair was dark. The black guy was taunting him too, saying a lot of things and calling him a lot of homosexual slurs." 
"They didn't do anything to you, though?" "No. Just tied me up and held me down, but didn't do anything else. They pretty much ignored me and focused on the other two." Once I had elicited all the information that I could get, and had a reasonably clear picture of the crime, it was time to confirm my suspicions with the last questions. I took out my cellphone and brought up a photograph. "Is this the white guy with the birthmark?" I asked Turnbull, showing him the picture. "Uh, looks a lot like him." Turnbull replied, surprise in his face. The picture was of my nephew Ned. "And they didn't take your cellphone or hers, or anything else?" "No... no, nothing of Bettina's or mine." Turnbull said, trying to conceal the features of his face that revealed he knew something. "What about the source?" "Well-- uh, I really can't say." Turnbull said, shakily. I looked quickly at Hugh, then back to Scott: it was time to hit Turnbull with the bombshell question for this case: "Scott.... they took his gun, didn't they?" Cameraman Turnbull's eyes widened like saucers as he stammered. "You don't need to answer. I already know what I need to know. Thanks, Scott. The patrolman in the hallway will stay with you until you're released. Hewitt, come with me." In the hallway, I filled in Hugh Hewitt. "The source was a cop and they took his gun. I think I know who it is, and this is our big chance to nail this source. But we've got to be careful about it, so don't say anything for now." "Roger that, sir. How did you know, though? And whose picture did you show him?" "Pure luck on the source." I replied. "As to the picture, it was my nephew Ned, who is already a very wanted criminal." I said no more about the source, but remembered how I knew: Teresa Croyle had mentioned to Cindy and then to me a piece of information about Bettina Wurtzburg talking guardedly with a certain police officer earlier that morning... Going back to Bettina Wurtzburg's room, I showed her the picture of Ned. "Is this one of the perps?" Tears filled the redheaded woman's eyes but she said nothing else. She didn't need to. I told her to get well soon, took Detective Tunnin outside and told her to get an APB on Ned out, and to add this rape case to the considerable list of charges for which he was wanted by law enforcement authorities. Part 19 - Finding The Source 7:00am, still Wednesday morning, still felt like a Monday. I had had no sleep since being awakened by the one a.m. phone call, but I was running off 5-Hour-Energy drinks and an excitement I had not felt in some time. The morning newscasts did not have Bettina Wurtzburg as the reporterette, but a very pretty dark-skinned girl, Arabic or Indian, with long, flowing black hair. She and her colleagues reported that Reporter Wurtzburg had been beaten but omitted details that she'd been raped. The other news stations reported only the beating, as well. Yep, I thought... the Media loves telling every little detail about the rapes of housewives and businesswomen, revealing their names whenever they can get away with it. But when it came to one of their own, they were all about protection and omission of details. Did I mention that I am NOT a fan of the Press? The Chief called the meeting to order. "Where's Ikea?" he growled at Malone. "Called in sick. He sounded god-awful on the phone when I talked to him." Malone replied. I'll bet, I thought to myself, but it was a day's respite from the Olivets getting hounded and more bad reporting that would accompany Ikea's antics. "All right, what do we have?" the Chief asked. "Tunnin?" "Ms. Wurtzburg finally gave a few details of her attackers, which I've put in the report I gave all of you." Gayle Tunnin replied. I had previously told Hugh Hewitt to give the report of Turnbull's eyewitness report. "So this is related to the Arruzio-Burke murder?" the Chief asked me. "And your nephew is involved?" "It appears a related but side issue." I said. "This was a hired hit. I suspect my nephew Ned was the one hired to organize the attack." "Any leads on who ordered the attack?" the chief asked. "That sure was an interesting reception that we attended last night, wasn't it Chief?" I asked pointedly. He visibly started as if smacked in the face. "Then we gotta get moving." the Chief said, breathlessly. "What's our next step?" "I've got to check with contacts to see if there's any progress, and I've got to talk to my MCD team. I'm hoping we can clean the whole thing up by this time tomorrow." The chief broke up the meeting without answering Captain Malone's questions of what was being withheld from him and his team. ------------------------------- I went down to my office in the I.T. Department. I first brought in Cindy Ross. This was going to be delicate. "Cindy, I'm just going to come right out with this: we are looking for a police officer's stolen gun. I need you to reach your LGBT contacts and see if you can get a lead on who the guys who raped the male source last night were. The source was a cop." Cindy shifted in her chair uncomfortably. This was the first time I'd openly let on that I knew what we all knew, that Cindy Ross was a lesbian. She wasn't even AC/DC, just plain ol' DC. I did not care who she slept with, but she had kept it very quiet around the "Clubhouse", the colloquialism for the Police Force. "And yes, we'll keep this behind closed doors and most very private." I continued, reassuring her that I was doing what I could to keep this between just us. "Okay, I'll check." she replied, not bothering to try to deny that I knew what I knew. "But not from inside this building. I may need to take a long lunch." "Don't blame you a bit. Go now, take all the time you need. And a near-future lunch will be on me, no matter what you turn up. Thanks, Cindy." I said. She took that as a dismissal, but I stopped her. "One more thing." I said, then quietened my voice. "Would you be willing to go on a, shall we say, 'extracurricular' mission tonight?" That brought out more of a smile. "You bet." she said, then headed out. I contacted Myron, Lt. Britt Maxwell, Dr. Laura Fredricson (for her State-level contacts), and even called FDA Agent Fred Dixon directly. None had any information on Johnny Arugula. The City Police had put out an APB for him at midnight, but so far with no results. But Myron did report one good tidbit: Marie Arruzio's family had owned a cabin on a lake in "Nextdoor County", the county between ours and the City, and that his sources said she was going to have her lawyer put it in the divorce papers for her to retain it. He gave me the address of the cabin. Later Lt. Maxwell called. "President Wellman just called me. Joe Arruzio left this morning. He said he had to go back to the City to take care of some business, and execute his wife's will and such matters. Wellman couldn't get him to stay." "Ah shit." I said. "Oh well, nothing we can do about it. Britt, would you call Robin Ventura with the City Police and see if she can get them to keep tabs on Arruzio for us?" Britt said that she would and hung up. It was just past 9:00am. I called Melina's house and asked if Todd was still there. She said yes, and I said I'd be over there within half an hour to talk to him. At the house, Todd and Melina were composed. I suspected they had been naked and fucking hotly when I called, and the phone call simply was to give them time to get dressed and composed. "Todd, I need a favor." I asked. "Last night a reporter was raped and beaten." "Yeah, I heard something about it on the radio. Raped, too?" "Yes. What the Press is also not telling you is that the reporter was meeting a source, a male, and he was raped by a couple of guys, also. One of the reporter's attackers was your brother Ned." I reported. "That slug..." Todd muttered. "But more importantly: I think the source was a cop, and the perps took his gun. I'd like you to contact anyone at school you know who might have seen someone in the gay community with a gun or bragging about what happened last night." "Sure, I can get that." Todd said. "I better get going, then." He kissed Melina on the mouth goodbye and was off in a flash. "I think he is excited about playing detective." Melina said, a sly grin forming on her pretty face. "By the way," she added, spreading her luscious legs, "you interrupted us when you called. Since I'm still unsatisfied and it's your fault... you got time to cool my fires?" My wife's look of lust at me fueled my own fires and my cock became instantly iron hard. I got up, unbuckling my pants as I moved towards my wife. She sucked me long enough to orally unroll the condom fully onto my shaft, then lay back on the sofa. We were both clothed, but I hitched up her shirt and let my pants drop to my knees as I mounted her and drove my meat balls-deep into her scalding hot, sopping wet cunt. I fucked Melina with long, hard thrusts, really concentrating on delivering the raw power of my manhood to the depths of her well-fucked vagina, and also taking special note of how it felt to have sex with this woman. Even after all those years of marriage and all that had gone on between us, it was still something special to copulate with Melina. Our coupling was deep and wet, and very sensuous as we moved together like the longtime lovers we were. I saw Melina staring up at me as I fucked her, and I wondered if she was thinking and feeling the same things I was... ------------------------------- By 4:00pm, I had two key pieces of information. "Looks like Barry Bounel was part of it last night." Cindy reported in my office. Bounel was a campus drug-runner and big-time loser, and I was familiar with him. He was half-black, half-white, fitting the light-skinned black man that Cameraman Turnbull had described. He was often being talked to by the police for possible involvement with drug distribution, and he was known for having gay sex parties in various places around Town. Nothing ever stuck, though, and I wondered why... Todd's story confirmed the reports. "There's a guy named Bounel, Barry Bounel." he said. "Some guys in the Tenderloin District saw him with a gun last night, and he was bragging that he'd taken it from a cop he'd worked over." The Tenderloin District was the area of town between the southwest bad areas and the southern tip of the University campus. It was the area where the strip clubs and prostitutes were, and I felt no surprise that my nephew Todd was familiar with it. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 05 I immediately contacted Britt Maxwell, who sent two undercover plainclothes University detectives to find Bounel and keep tabs on him. At 8:00pm, we got word he was in his dorm room. At 9:30pm one of the back rooms of the "Clubhouse" was full of MCD detectives putting on body armor. I had Hugh Hewitt, Cindy Ross and Pete Feeley with us. Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan were going with us to cover the hallway of the dorm. We were going in "sterile", no badges, no ranks. We were essentially invading the University, which was State property and jurisdiction. I had a University badge, but none of the other guys did. I wore my Tilley hat with just the Airborne wings and my brown trenchcoat over a black jumpsuit, which was a one-piece outfit that allowed for freedom of movement. My "ninja" suit, I called it. Hugh wore a black trenchcoat and a skull cap. Cindy was wearing her black jumpsuit with no police insignia and a black baseball cap. As we prepared, Teresa Croyle walked in. "I want to go with you." she said. I led her into the small breakroom nearby. "Have you said anything to Captain Malone or Ikea about this?" "No." she said. "Ikea wasn't here all day. I don't trust Captain Malone very much anymore; it scares me when he has me lead drug busts." "We can fix that later." I said, then leaned over the table, as if to speak confidentially, but also to make sure Teresa understood me clearly. "Teresa, do you understand what we are about to do? Do you understand the reason for this mission?" "Yes, sir." Teresa said. "And you're okay with it? Knowing that we are going to go recover a cop's gun, and what the consequences might be for him... and who that cop is?" "I understand." Teresa said. "You can trust me, Don." "I do trust you." I said. "And yes, I'm glad you're coming with us. Go get ready." For the first time I saw the glimmer of a smile on Teresa Cunt's face. And she looked much lovelier for it. Part 20 - Night of the Iron Crowbar The police raid on the dorm was swift. After confirming from the University plainclothes that Bounel was still in his dorm room, we bounded up the side stairs to the sixth floor. It was a test of our shape and stamina, and I was pleased to see that everyone passed, even Morton, who was last to come up as our rear-guard, and so could lag behind a little bit. At the door, I grabbed the handle. It was unlocked, so I didn't need my crowbar... for opening the door, anyway. Four of us, myself, Hugh, Cindy and Teresa, steeled ourselves, then sprang forward as I threw the door open. "HANDS UP!" I yelled as we stormed the small dorm room. In the middle of the room, Barry Bounel was sitting on a chair, naked, his huge cock standing up hard and wet. Some skinny white boy with a beard was naked and kneeling on the floor in front of Bounel, and it was clear what they had just been doing. Teresa and Cindy had Skinny Beard cuffed and on the bed on the right, while Hugh and I aimed guns at Bounel's head. "What the fuck is this?" Bounel angrily asked. His hair was cut very close to his head. He was tall and slender and well built and, as mentioned, had an impressively huge cock. I wondered if he'd been admitted to Todd's SEX fraternity. "Sorry to interrupt your blowjob, Barry." I said. Turning to Cindy, I said, "Take that piece of shit into the hall and question him, then let him get dressed." Cindy and Teresa gathered Beard's clothes and took him naked out into the hall. After a few moments, Feeley took off his cuffs and let him get dressed, then ordered him to get the hell off the floor. A couple of kids looked out their door, and Feeley ordered them back inside. With Cindy and Teresa back in the room, we handcuffed Bounel's hands behind the chair to immobilize him, having put the chair where he was facing his own side of the room, the left side. Cindy pointedly handed me a bathrobe, with which I covered Bounel from the frontside. I pulled up the other chair in the room and sat next to him. "I won't waste your time or mine, Barry." I said. "I want the gun." "I don't know what you're talking about." Bounel replied. "I want a lawyer." "You're not under arrest, Barry." I admonished with a short laugh. "I have no desire to take you in. Give me what I want, and you're free to go." Bounel said nothing. "Listen, faggot," I said, intentionally using the derogatory language to assert authority over Bounel, "I know you raped that cop last night. We've got the semen samples." I said. Of course we didn't, but so what? I thought to myself. Bounel's eyes did not show surprise, but they hardened, as if he was realizing something. "I got nothin' to say." Bounel said. "Barry, Barry, Barry." I said, taking the crowbar out of my trenchcoat and lightly tapping Bounel on the knees with it. "Oh shit." Bounel said, realizing who I was. "That's right, Boy." I said, intentionally using that word which would be derogatory to a black man. "And I am not going to fool with you. But that's okay... you've already said all you need to, Barry." I added, having seen where his eyes looked when I mentioned the gun. It was under the mattress of his bed. "Okay, search the drawers, and inside the mattress." I commanded my team. Hugh began searching the desk drawers. Cindy found a slit in the mattress. As she was putting her hand inside, I noticed a smile on Bounel's face. I cried out, but Teresa had noticed faster and was already moving. "Don't!" we cried out together, with Teresa grabbing Cindy's wrist. "Wha?" Cindy said, scowling a bit. "Good job, Tango." I said, using the military radio call for the letter "T", which was Teresa's "name" on this mission. I was "Delta", Cindy was "Charlie", and Hugh was "Hotel". We wanted to give Bounel as little as possible about us. I put on a heavy leather glove, and moved to the bed. Bounel was scowling this time. I carefully checked inside the mattress and felt an object. I gingerly pulled it out. It was four syringes in a plastic holder, the needles facing towards the opening in the mattress, a booby-trap. There were different colored drugs in the syringes. "Gotta be careful with this fag." I said. I then explored further and sure enough, the Glock was right behind where the syringes had been. I brought out the gun and sealed it in an evidence bag. I sealed the syringes in another evidence bag. Hugh found a big bag of cocaine and another set of four syringes in the drawers. Unfortunately he found nothing else, no contact names or anything. But time was growing short and we needed to move out. "Okay, you bastard." I said. "I ought to to inject you with whatever's in these syringes, to find out what you intended for my associate here." Bounel looked frightened for a second before regaining his composure. "Here's the deal, fag." I continued. We're going to leave you here. If you try to leave the room for ten minutes, we'll kill you. You know how much this crowbar would hurt if I cracked open your empty skull with it? "And by the way, Barry: I suspect that word of this incident is going to get around. You're about to be missing a big bag of cocaine worth, I'd say, five-to-ten-thousand on the street. May I suggest that you leave town and never show your face here again. Your continued existence depends on it, because if I don't kill you, somebody else will." Cindy unhandcuffed Bounel and hit him on the back of the head with the steel cuffs in retaliation for almost getting pricked with a syringe needle. We all quickly left the room, making our way down the hall and back down the stairs. We drove away quickly, stopping only to dump the bag of cocaine into a cistern that led to the river. "Did we get what we needed?" Cindy asked. I was beaming as I held up the gun in the evidence bag. "We sure as fuck did." "One more thing." Cindy said, quietly, her eyes boring into me. "The term 'faggot'?" I knew she was reprimanding me for using that terminology in front of her. "Sorry 'bout that." I said. "I'll be more circumspect-- the next time we're in a similar situation." Her glare in reply was half disapproving, half understanding the underlying humor of my remark. Part 21 - Revenge Served, Ice Cold At 1:00am, I got word from the University plainclothes that Bounel had rapidly left town not long after we left. I told them to stand down and go home, thanking them for their work. I had coffee and chocolate and doughnuts in the MCD room for my team. I sent them home but stayed in my I.T. office all night, guarding my valuable evidence. ------------------------------------ 7:00am the next morning, Thursday, brought the quietest news reporting in days. I gave the bagged syringes to Tanya and asked her to have the Crime Lab "unofficially" analyze them. They did so, finding within 24 hours that a couple of the syringes contained cyanide compounds that might have been lethal if injected in any small amount, one contained ricin, a deadly poison in small amounts, and the fourth contained heroin. Now why did a loser like Bounel need heavy stuff like that? I mused to myself as I told Perlman to contact the FBI about the syringes, and to contact me personally about them for more information. At 8:00 am the Detectives gathered in the Chief's conference room. I also had asked Daniel Allgood of Internal Affairs to join our meeting. An hour before, when the Chief had walked in, I asked him to make sure Detective Steven Ikea attended the 8:00am meeting. Ikea had called in sick again, but the Chief had called and told him to be there if he had to crawl in, and said he'd send patrolmen out to fetch Ikea and haul him in, if necessary. When Ikea had come in shortly before 8:00am, attempting to use the least-used entrance to the building, he was wearing sunglasses that did not hide the bruises on his face and eyes, and he was walking rather gingerly. For some reason, there were an abnormal number of uniformed officers walking the hallways, and Ikea's attempts to come in quietly and unobtrusively failed as officer after officer looked at him and rhetorically asked what had happened. When he came in and sat down, he winced as if sitting was painful. "Okay," said the Chief, pointing at me. "What've you got?" "I have the source of at least some of the leaks to Bettina Wurtzburg." I said with alacrity. "The source who was there when she was attacked, and who was raped in the ass and his gun taken." "What the fuck?" Captain Malone said. "What bullshit is this?" "Oh by the way, Detective Ikea," I said. "How did you get those bruises?" "I got into a fight in a bar." Ikea said. "And it's none of your business." "You, Steven? You? Mr. Bible-toter going to a bar, drinking and fighting? Curious. And how--" "If you have a problem with my Detective, shit head," Captain Malone roared at me, "you come to me with it!" "Why, I am doing so right now, Captain. You're sitting right here, aren't you?" I said. "Malone, shut the fuck up." Chief Griswold ordered. "Detective?" There is no way the Chief would've let me continue with this, but I knew his hatred of leaks and leakers far outweighed his desire for professional police decorum between his detectives. "You seem to have a hard time sitting down, Detective Ikea." I observed. "How's your ass feeling?" "I don't need to hear this shit." Ikea said, attempting bravado. "Detective Allgood--" "Ikea, that gun is not your service weapon. Where is your service weapon, Detective?" I asked, interrupting him. The room went dead silent. "It's at home." Ikea finally said, after a long pause. "I forgot to bring it when the Chief ordered me to come in." "Then Mr. Ikea," I explained, hardly able to keep from smiling broadly, "if your service weapon is at home, would you please explain how your service weapon is in this evidence bag at the same time?" I said, bringing out the Glock from under the table where I'd been hiding it. "You son of a bitch!" Malone screamed, getting to his feet and reaching for his own gun to draw it out. "Give me that right now!" He was about to lunge for the bagged gun, but both Hugh Hewitt and I were standing up, with Hugh reaching for his own weapon. I put my hand on his shoulder and brandished... my crowbar. And oh! how I wanted to use it! "Enough!" the Chief said, his voice not that loud, but carrying the room and causing us all to stand down. "Totally goddamned unprofessional behavior! Don, give that to Allgood." the Chief instructed, meaning Ikea's bagged gun. I did so. "Malone, you and your boy get the hell out of here. Go back to Vice. We will have a long, long conversation later. Meanwhile, you MCD guys go back to your room. And stay the hell away from each other, or I am going to use that damn crowbar on ALL of you. Get your shit together, people, we're all supposed to be on the same goddamned team!" Ikea and Malone left, their faces beet red with furious anger. This could get ugly fast, I thought. As MCD left, I saw Allgood hand Ikea's gun to the chief. I suspected that Ikea would get his gun back and this incident "forgotten", at least officially. The Chief was a good man, but he had a lot of political chainsaws to juggle, and I had just exposed and outed a detective with some serious political connections amongst the wealthy churchgoers of the Town. But I was not yet finished. "One more thing. Come with me!" I said to the guys in MCD, waving for them to follow me. I stepped into the doorway of the Vice room, where Ikea, Malone and Geiger were talking angrily. A large contingent of the Town & County Police Force was in the hallway by now. When the Vice room occupants saw me, they stared. The look in Malone and Ikea's eyes were of unappeasable hatred for me. "Oh Ikeeeea," I said, remembering that day Ikea had humiliated me in the MCD room. Karma is a bitch, payback is hell, and revenge is a dish best served cold, I remember Melina once saying. "I'm sure you're aware of that Bible verse?" "What, fuckhead?" Ikea mumbled. "Oh, what does it say," I said loudly, so that everyone could hear, "I think it goes: A man defiled by another man is forever unclean in the sight of God. Something like that. Yeah, even when your ass stops being sore, Steven, you will forever be unclean in the sight of God!" I turned to walk out. "Have a nice day." I walked out into the hall to much laughter, leading the way back into the MCD next door. Cindy was walking with me, laughing. I put my arm around her, "How's that for revenge, my friend?" I asked. "Damn good." she replied. "Damn good." I could tell how relieved she was at my vindication and retaliation against Ikea. Meanwhile, the MCD room filled up quickly, wanting to know details, but I had to clear them. "All you uniformed guys had better get back to duty before Captain Charles catches you here!" Captain Leslie Charles was the Captain of the Uniformed Officers. "Too late!" the man himself said, his deep voice booming as he came in the back door to MCD, the door near my desk. "Officers, get back to work." The room cleared quickly, officers chortling and telling the story as they went back to their stations and jobs. Captain Charles looked at me balefully for a second, but as he turned to leave he gave me a huge smile. It was the first smile I'd ever seen from him, and it was shocking in the merriment it showed. The taciturn Captain Charles had loved the spectacle. "Is there really a Bible verse like that?" Cindy asked after the room had cleared. "No, not that I know of." I said, grinning, then leaned forward. "But I'll bet that fucker will be up all night looking for it." Everyone started laughing again. Part 22 - The Saga Continues If I thought that Ikea would lay low and keep out of the way, I was mistaken. I had hardly had time to digest lunch, which I had treated my MCD team to, when word came out that Timothy and Jeanine Olivet had been arrested upon returning to their home. Unfortunately the arresting patrolmen were loyal to Ikea, and he was waiting for them. The Olivets were separated and brought into separate interrogation rooms. "We know that you are Jack Burke's brother, Timmy." Steven Ikea thundered as he interrogated Tim Olivet. It appeared that he had been doing some homework. In truth, Lainie Evans in I.T. had found out and told him before Myron had had a chance to tell me. "We know you're Michael and Eleanor Burke's son. We know you've been living under another name and hiding for years. Why have you been hiding, creep?" "So what, asshole?" Olivet said firing back at Ikea. "I'll tell you so what, moron." Ikea growled. "I think your brother came to town and began having an affair with your wife. I think you killed your brother when you had the chance. It's only a matter of time before we get the proof and put you away for life. Maybe even the syringe, mo-ron." Ikea threatened, meaning the death penalty. "I didn't even know he was in town until I heard about his death on TV." Olivet said hotly. "Yeah right. Your brother was fucking your wife, your brother recorded himself fucking your wife, and you killed your brother in revenge and to silence him!" Ikea shouted. "Prove it, asshole." Ikea began berating Tim Olivet, basically continuing to accuse him of the murder of Jack Burke and Marie Arruzio. Finally, Teresa Cunt stepped in. "Steven, take a break. I'll talk to the guy." Ikea glared at her, but left the room. "Okay, Tim." Teresa said. "He's off the handle. Why don't you tell me what happened?" "I told you... I didn't even know Jack was in town until I heard he'd been murdered." Tim replied. "So why did you leave town when you heard the news?" Teresa asked. "And why did you change your name and stay hidden all these years? Even if you're innocent, we need to know why." "We were hiding from my brother and my parents." Tim said. "We didn't want them, especially my father, finding us." Tim then began telling his story of his past family life and problems with his family. Author's note: For the many exciting sexual details of this story, please read "Big Brother In Every Way" when it is published, if it hasn't already been. As he finished, Olivet said, "When we heard that Jack had been murdered here in Town, Jeanine and I decided to leave town in case someone would connect us to Jack, and then my parents would know who and where we were. But like I said, I didn't know Jack was here, I didn't know he was recently having sex with my wife." ----------------------------- Steven Ikea was boiling. His body was still in pain from the attack he'd endured less than 48 hours before, that bastard Detective Don had humiliated him in front of virtually the entire Police Force and also had somehow recovered his gun, and he now had the Olivets in custody and they were clamming up. He went into Jeanine Olivet's interrogation room. "All right, Mrs. Olivet. Why did you and your husband run away after finding out your lover Jack Burke had been murdered?" "I want to see my husband." Jeanine Olivet replied. She was a beautiful woman, with very dark brown, almost black hair that she wore straight down almost to her waist. Her dress clung to and showed off her slender, perfectly shaped body, and her legs were dynamite. To say Tim Olivet had "outpunted his coverage" was an understatement. "Not until I decide you can see him." Ikea said. "Now answer the question... why did you run away? And why were you hiding under assumed names for all these years?" "I want a lawyer." Jeanine Olivet replied. "I will answer no questions without a lawyer present." "You'll get a lawyer when I say you can have one." Ikea said menacingly. He began to browbeat the beautiful woman. "We know that you were having a sexual affair with Jack Burke, your husband's brother. How long were you fucking your brother, Mrs. Olivet?" Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 05 "I want a lawyer." Jeanine Olivet replied, her beautiful eyes blazing with hatred for Ikea. "You killed Jack Burke, didn't you. Why? To keep your husband from finding out you were screwing his brother behind his back?" "You're full of shit." Mrs. Olivet replied. "Answer my questions, bitch!" Ikea roared, his face red with furious anger. "We know you were sleeping with your brother. Did you kill him, or your husband? Why did you kill Jack Burke, Mrs. Olivet? Tell me why you murdered your lover!" "You go straight to hell! I want a lawyer, NOW!" Jeanine Olivet fired back, worn to anger herself. "Listen, you bitch, I'm going to get the evidence and you and your husband are going to prison. For life. For LIFE, bitch!" Ikea leaned over her menacingly Jeanine Olivet spat in Ikea's face, hitting him in the eye. I moved quickly, but only got there as Ikea hit Jeanine with a hard backhanded slap, knocking her to the floor. 
 "You fucking bitch." Ikea growled, moving in on her. "That's an assault on a police officer, and I'm taking off the gloves. You better confess or I'm going to beat the shit out of you, and I'll get away with it, too." But he didn't get the chance. Like lightning I was in the room. I grabbed Ikea by the collar and pulled him out into the anteroom. Slamming Ikea against the wall, I punched my fist hard into his already-bruised face, then drove my knee as hard as I could into his balls. I moved in on Ikea as he collapsed, but just then the Chief walked in, followed by the young blonde officer, Patrolman Inga. "That's enough, Crowbar." the Chief said to me, stopping me from doing what I really wanted to do, which was to finish off Ikea-- permanently. Chief Griswold sent Patrolman Inga into the interrogation room to help Jeanine Olivet. He then turned to Croyle and Ross, who were standing behind me. "What happened here." Ross told him what had happened, that Ikea had hit Mrs. Olivet and threatened her, and I'd stepped in. Teresa just nodded when the Chief looked at her. "This bastard assaulted me." Ikea said, getting slowly to his feet. "Arrest him! Tell them, Croyle!" But Teresa would not lie for him. "Shut the fuck up, Ikea. You assaulted a witness." the Chief said, his face nearly purple. All this was killing him, I realized, and I had contributed to it with this morning's humiliation of Ikea. The Chief continued, loudly, "Besides, I don't see any marks. Your face is already fucked up, so there's no evidence. And nobody saw anything. Why is anyone even in this area?" Officers took the hint; the hallway was clear within seconds. "I'm getting tired of your shit, Ikea. You're on notice. You," the chief said, pointing at me, "come with me now." "Detective," the Chief said, following me as I exited the anteroom, "you better get this case solved quickly. I can't cover for you, not after today." I gasped in surprise, looking at the Chief, but he continued, "Look, I know you were right to defend Mrs. Olivet, but it's starting to get ugly. Captain Malone outranks you and he has friends-- shit, we'll discuss all that later, but for now get the case solved, pronto!" "You're right, we can't wait." I said. "We can't let Ikea arrest or harass anyone else. We've got to arrest the killer now, no matter what." "Who? Who is it?" the Chief asked. "Joe Arruzio, of course." "WHAT? Doesn't he have an alibi?" "I'll explain on the phone on the way!" I replied as I rushed down the hallway to MCD to gather the team. Just then Lt. Britt Maxwell of the University Police rushed down the hall to meet us. Her words totally shocked me. "I've just heard from the City Police. Joe Arruzio is dead!" To be continued... Dear Readers, you have now seen all the clues. Can you deduce who the killer is, and what really happened? Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 06 The chronological order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series 1-4. Russian Roulette series 1-2 Case of the Murdered Lovers 1-6 So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers... This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. Part 23 - The Solution "No, that can't be!" I said, reeling with shock. "They found his body just a few minutes ago, and said we should come quickly to examine it. They're willing to let us look at it after what you did to 'that asshole Ikea' this morning." Britt replied. "How did they know about that so fast?" I wondered as we ran to the MCD room. "And why are they so happy about it?" "Ikea's reputation precedes and follows him." Lt. Maxwell replied. "Let's go, guys!" I shouted into the MCD room. "We're going to the City! I don't give a damn if you're not in jurisdiction, you're coming!" People scrambled. We got into a big black police SUV, with me driving, accompanied by Cindy Ross, Hugh Hewitt, Britt Maxwell, Tanya Perlman and Teresa Croyle. She didn't even bother to ask, and just got in the vehicle with us. I don't remember what speed I drove, but Hugh said I exceeded 140 miles per hour at some points. Our blue lights were flashing and our siren running, so the eight various patrol cars that we saw did not try to stop us, though most of them got on the radio and asked where the fire was. Hugh answered back, saying only that they had an emergency in the City. We made record time, getting to the outskirts of the City in under 45 minutes. We got to the scene, an address on the west side of the City. It was an condo complex, fairly nice and upper-middle-class. We were met at the scene by City Detective Robin Ventura and FDA Agent Fred Dixon. There were plenty of City CSI milling about, some of who knew Tanya Perlman and greeted her warmly. I should mention that a "Detective" in the City was not as high a rank as in the Town & County Police Force, so Ventura was the equivalent of a Senior Patrolman in our police department. I looked at the body, which was lying flat and face down. The back of the hair looked like Joe Arruzio, all right, and the body size was the same. His face had been blown away by a shotgun. "Ten gauge." a City Detective said, a big burly black man that I did not know. "The shells are right there." He pointed at an expended shell four feet away. "Keep that." I said. "How do you know this is Arruzio?" 
"Wallet was in his back pocket with his ID. His cell phone was in the front pocket, too." the City man said. I looked at the hands, then to everyone's shock I rose up to my feet yelling "YES!!" "What?" the City Detective said, stunned. Everyone else looked at me. "No wedding ring!" I said. "Arruzio was wearing his when we interviewed him the other day. There is no wedding ring on his finger now, and if you look, there hasn't been one, ever. Even if Arruzio had removed his ring, there'd still be an indentation from all the years of wearing it!" I fairly shouted. "He missed that detail." "So what are you saying?" City Detective Ventura asked. "You guys will think I'm crazy, but I think I can prove it. This is not Joe Arruzio!" "Who is it, then?" Tanya Perlman asked. 
 "Johnny Arugula... Joe Arruzio's identical twin brother!" I said. That got the room buzzing with general shock. I asked the City CSI to make sure they got fingerprints and footprints of the dead man for later comparison to Joe Arruzio's, whose fingerprints were on file with the FBI. "If they're twins, won't their fingerprints be the same?" someone asked. "There are always slight differences, scarring from cuts and such." I answered. "It's DNA evidence that won't help us if they're identical twins." "So if this is Arugula," Britt Maxwell said, "then where is Joe Arruzio?" That question brought a look of shock to my face. "Robin, will you take a team to Arruzio's home here in the City 'burbs? I doubt he's there, but he might be. If he is, consider him armed and extremely dangerous." I said. "Okay, my team and any State people here, come with me!" "Where to?" someone asked. "Nextdoor County." I said. "Back towards where we came from. We piled into our SUV and, followed by Dixon and the burly City Detective in Dixon's car, drove west, back along the highway towards Town. In the county between us, Nextdoor County as we called it, I turned hard right onto a road next to a big bright Chevron service station. Going north, I took a fork in a road, and then finally along a poorly paved road, coming to a stop as we approached a house near the lake, which was on the other side of the hill. Joe Arruzio's car was parked in front of the house. "Anyone not have vests on?" I asked. Only the City Detective didn't, and Dixon quickly supplied him with one from his car. I noted the words "FBI" in large letters on that vest. "Carefully now. This guy may be nuts and I don't know what he'll do." I said. "Hugh, lead the way." Boy! do I wish we had a full SWAT team, I thought to myself. That was coming, though, it was coming. As we neared the house, Hugh crept up to the side and peered inside a window. "He's in the front room." he reported when he got back. "Any guns?" I asked. Hugh said he didn't see any, that Arruzio was just staring forward as if watching TV. He was facing the front door. Cindy, Hugh, Teresa and I crept onto the old wooden porch, incredibly making virtually no noise. Or maybe I just didn't hear anything. With a nod, Hugh kicked in the door and rushed in, followed by us all. "Stop!" Joe Arruzio ordered. We stopped dead in our tracks, our guns pointed at him. A revolver was in his right hand, the muzzle pressed to his own head just in front of his ear. "Drop it, Joe." I ordered. "It's over." "Yes, it is." Arruzio replied. "So... who figured it out?" Everyone else's glance at me gave him his answer. "I congratulate you." Arruzio said, looking at me. "What gave me away?" "You took the shotgun shells with you." I replied. Arruzio nodded slightly. "I see. Well played, Detective, well played. You are everything Wellman said you were, and a hell of a lot more. A lot of people are going to be scared of you when they hear how you solved this case." Arruzio said with a slight nod to me. "Come on Joe, put the gun down. It's time to go." I said wearily, knowing what Arruzio was going to do but trying to stop him anyway. Arruzio nodded to me with a brief smile. "Again, I salute you." he said. Suddenly, my ears were ringing and the room seemed hazy. Joe Arruzio had pulled the trigger, committing suicide. He was dead. Part 24 - The Explanation The pool party at Melina's house was well attended. It was Friday afternoon and absolutely perfect weather. The Chief had given the entire Force the afternoon off, with the exception of essential duty personnel manning the desks and such, and those were rotating in short half-shifts to maximize their time off. He'd also called up the Police Auxiliary for a "training day" to patrol the streets. After the internecine battles between myself and Malone and Ikea, R&R seemed like a good morale booster, so thought the chief. We were all out on the patio, some in the swimming pool, everyone wearing bikinis or swim gear. Cindy Ross looked HOT in a tiny peach bikini and clear plastic "hooker heel" slides, which she said she'd worn in her Miss Physical America competitions. Melina was wearing a true royal blue two-piece bikini and high heel Candies slides with a blue strap to match. Laura Fredricson was wearing a white one-piece bikini that did not leave much to the imagination and her 5-inch high heel white slides. Tanya Perlman was wearing a red flower-print two-piece bikini and heavy block-heel sandals. Britt Maxwell wore a black one-piece and high heel black pumps. Sally Wellman was wearing a white one-piece with some light green leaf pattern, and she was looking just as fine as any of the other lovely women there. And then there was Teresa Croyle. O. M. G. She was wearing a beige one-piece and leather-strap Candies slides. Her body was absolutely magnificent, perfect hourglass figure with large natural breasts and a mouthwatering ass. It was all I could do not to get iron hard every time I saw her walk by. Hugh Hewitt was wearing a near-thong, showing off his muscular body. I was not quite as revealing in my red swim trunks, and I wore my Tilley hat to keep the sun off my red head, but no shirt... and I caught people looking at the scarring on my left side where I had been shot weeks before. The Chief wore old-school swim trunks and a fishing hat with a bunch of hooks and flies in it, and an old fishing shirt. His wife had not come, as she was out of town visiting a relative. President Wellman had a remarkably fit body for his age, which he showed off with skimpy swim trunks. Fred Dixon didn't get the word: he was wearing short pants. Paulina Patterson, Myron Milton, Lainie Evans, Captain Malone, Timothy Geiger and Gayle Tunnin had been invited but had not come. Paulina and her husband had another function to attend, and Myron and Lainie were flying to an I.T. conference in Orlando, Florida. I was supposed to go, but gave my slot to Lainie. Gayle Tunnin had volunteered to be on duty. Officer Pete Feeley came in later in the afternoon, still wearing his duty uniform after we'd given him a shift in MCD for the day as a reward for his assistance in our "unofficial" activities. The burgers and hot dogs that the Chief and I cooked on the grill were consumed, but it was the Chief's trout and catfish that had people declaring him the Town Champion of the grill. Drinks flowed freely all day, from hard lemonades to beer to, you got it, bourbon and Scotch. I noticed that Britt and Cindy talked a lot, but also noticed that Teresa and Melina talked for a long time together, their faces alternating between intensity and deep sadness. Something told me they were talking about the one thing they had in common: Jack Burke. As darkness began to settle and the air got cooler, we all went inside, sitting in the basement room that led to the patio. Drinks were still being served and only Officer Feeley and Teresa Cunt did not partake of alcohol. Even the Chief was getting a buzz. Finally, Cindy Ross could not take any more. "Okay, guys, it's long past time. I want to hear the story of how Don solved this case." Everyone else enthusiastically agreed and as the room grew quiet, I had the floor. "First, let me tell what happened in chronological order, then how I resolved it." I began. I was sitting on the sofa, Laura on my right side and Lt. Maxwell on my left. Everyone else was on the other sofa, chairs, or standing. "Joe Arruzio called his wife around 8:00pm and said he would be staying in the City. Marie immediately called Jack Burke and invited him to her condo, and he arrived shortly afterwards. At that same time, Arruzio's identical twin brother Johnny Arugula comes up to Arruzio's office. They both change clothes, Arugula into Joe's business suit and Joe into black clothing. "Joe leaves right after that, no later than 8:05-8:10. At 8:30 Johnny Arugula makes a call on Joe's cellphone to Marie, which is not answered. Johnny then goes down to the bar at 8:30, spends nearly an hour buying a round for everyone and making sure he's seen and on camera at that time and for that duration. Johnny then gets a call around 9:30, from Joe on a burner phone. Joe has just killed Marie and Jack. So, guys... what happened next?" Tanya Perlman replied, "They had to meet again, but I don't see how Joe went all the way back to the city and then back to Town." "Yes, so how did that happen?" I asked. No one answered, and I sensed it was as much from wanting to hear my narrative as not figuring it out. "Here's how." I continued. "Johnny leaves the bar and drives Joe's car west as Joe drives Johnny's car east. They meet halfway, likely at that Chevron gas station where the north turnoff is, change clothes again, then Joe drives his own car west to Town while Johnny drives his old car back to the City... with a lot of money in his pockets, I might add. Anyone at the Chevron station who saw a man in a suit and a man in dark clothes... didn't realize they'd changed clothes. "Joe drives back to Town, 'finds' the bodies, calls the cops and starts drinking. Johnny, meanwhile, drives back to the City, goes to a bar and starts celebrating his good fortune. I'll get to that part later. Does everyone understand to this point?" Everyone started talking at once, trying to ask questions, so I raised my hands, palms outward, to get them to slow back down. "Okay, let me explain how I got to that." I said, "First, when I first got to the crime scene, I noticed two things. First, that no one had puked. Now I just don't see how anyone besides Tanya here..." I saw Tanya grin guiltily as I continued "...could have walked in on that scene, especially when it was his wife, and not gotten sick. Hell, I almost got sick. So that's not much, but I'm already wondering about Joe Arruzio's relationship with his wife, and how prepared he had been to 'discover' that scene. "Then there was the missing shotgun shells. If this had been a pro hit, the killer would've left the shells, not bothered to find and retrieve them. On the flip side of the same coin, a pure amateur doing this would've fired and fled. Our killer did neither, but carefully retrieved the shells. I found this odd, and while Tanya and I had already discussed premeditation, this seemed to confirm it -AND- seemed to show that someone was trying to make things appear to be what they weren't... which is always a mistake in committing a crime. "However... from the start Joe Arruzio had a story, an alibi. And it was a good one. But I later began seeing the tiniest of flaws in it: Joe's business meeting was cancelled, that was hardly a matter of celebration in a bar and buying a round. Our later investigations found nothing in business that went particularly well for Joe right at that time; in fact, quite the opposite. So why go to a bar, buy a round, and celebrate something? And why not go home immediately and celebrate with his wife? "Of course, the answer is that he simply wanted to be seen and heard by a lot of people... and videotaped in a way to be obviously seen on the tape. In other words, he was actively establishing an alibi. So I had that in the back of my mind. "And then came our first piece of good luck: Joe didn't count on Old Mrs. Boddiker seeing him.... or someone that looked a lot like him. He may have hoped that any neighbors seeing him from a distance would've been dismissed by the force of his alibi, that we'd think the witness must've been mistaken. But Mrs. Boddiker was close, and she had also heard the shots fired, though mistaking them as doors slamming. "Hearing her story after hearing Arruzio's, I was presented with a contradiction, and by Natural Law contradictions cannot exist. As Ayn Rand wrote in her famous novel Atlas Shrugged, 'When you have a contradiction, check your premises. You will find one of them is wrong.' "I began looking at other information. We had heresay evidence coming out that Marie Arruzio was intending to leave her husband, and that Jack Burke was her kept man; and we had Burke saying that he intended to settle down with a woman." I looked at Melina as I said that. "Now I don't know if Burke intended to stay with Marie, or if he'd just fleece her of her money, or if Marie was not the woman Burke intended to settle down with, but Marie certainly was preparing to get out of the marriage. "And as we dug further, we found that Marie had a trust fund, which had been tapped into a few times. This was coincident to Joe having some financial issues, and also to some drug deals going down. I suspect that's how Joe financed his payback of the loans from his wife's account." "But I thought he couldn't touch that money." the Chief said. "True," I replied, "but I think he either got a corrupt judge to issue a Court order, or he forged the Court order. Likely the first two times was a judge and the last time he couldn't go to that well again, so he forged the documents needed. "So I'm envisioning that Joe is having some financial problems just as he finds out his wife is starting to make preparations to leave him. And Marie would definitely find out about her trust fund being tapped into once the divorce got started. So we now have serious motive, even without the added fact that Marie was having an intense sexual relationship with Jack Burke." "But when Jack Burke's affairs came out, you still didn't look at him... even with Arruzio's alibi?" Britt Maxwell asked. "Ah yes, there's that alibi again. That was key. It had me wondering for a while, too. Of course I knew he'd established it on purpose, but how to break it?" I replied. "But then I realized that it was the premise of the alibi itself, and not Old Mrs. Boddiker, that needed checking. I allowed myself to imagine a 'what if'...", I put my hands up and made quotations in the air as I said it. "... as in' what if Joe went a lot further in creating that alibi for himself?' This is where most criminals trying to create alibis fuck up: something in their beautifully planned scheme goes off-kilter and the whole house of cards comes crashing down. I have an old adage that 'Solving a case is a matter of knowing what the most important question is, and then answering it.' In this case, the question was 'Just how did Joe Arruzio manage to be in two places at once?' Does that not immediately suggest that there are somehow two Joe Arruzio's out there? It certainly requires imagination to this point, but I was willing to consider it, and in so doing consider what Joe's solution to the problem might be. "So by now, with the added good fortune of not having really heard the clutter about Jack's various relationships..." I said, feeling the tension in the room from Melina, and from Teresa as well, "... I had already just about concluded that Joe Arruzio was our prime suspect." "So you were already thinking it was him, from the start?" Hugh Hewitt asked, though I had just thoroughly explained that. "Pretty much, though I did consider that it might be someone else, such as the Olivets or one of the women on one of the DVDs -- or one of their husbands. Boy! would that have been a lot of work to have to go through interviews with all of them! "But to that point... I ran into some real hard questions. How would any of them know where Jack was at that time? Why would they kill him -AND- Mrs. Arruzio, when they could've just killed him in his own apartment? How could they have set up a plan to kill him and then act on it so precisely? And once again, we have Mrs. Boddiker. "So no... I had motive for Marie's murder and just needed to show the opportunity. I just did not see any evidence or anything else pointing to Burke being the intended victim of the crime, at least not yet. "But Burke's involvement did cause me to ask myself if Joe Arruzio had set up his wife's liaison with Jack Burke. If, I surmised, Joe had planned this ahead of time, then it fit well that he'd called her to lead her into thinking he wasn't coming home that night. She took the bait and immediately called Jack." I looked at Britt and Hugh. "That's what struck me while we were in the car coming home from the city... the first cellphone call was the set-up." Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 06 "Jack comes over, he and Marie are having sex, and really going at it..." I said, adding the salacious remark to needle everyone's sexual thoughts and fires, "and then the killer walks in... knowing what he is going to find and what he is going to do about it. Marie of course is not expecting her husband or anyone else. "So as I looked at the whole case, it fit well.. if only we could break that damned alibi. I started putting myself in Joe's head, thinking of ways Joe could create a situation where he was in two places at once: someone on the videotape at the bar, and someone killing his wife. I suspected he'd kill his wife himself, not leaving that to the chance of failure by another. "And this is where we got our second bit of luck: Joe Arruzio got too cute by half. He thought he was being clever when he had his name change and adoption story all ready to go. That story was true, but he made a huge mistake showing me that birth certificate. I don't think he counted on us digging that deep into it. Also, maybe he thought we would not think about or be able to get protected adoption papers. "It looked like he was explaining away the problem of his childhood not seeming to exist, but he had let the cat out of the bag without realizing it... because as we looked further, that's where I found out that Joe Arruzio was one of twin boys and that his brother had been adopted by someone else. And even if they weren't identical twins, which they were, I now had someone who could possibly be on the tape portraying Joe while the real Joe was committing the crime. Last but not least, I also had the name of the brother: Johnny Arugula." "And you didn't worry about this, shall we say, extracurricular investigation into adoption papers coming out during the trial, should you have arrested Arruzio?" the Chief growled. "No." I replied, grinning. "I figured I'd cross that bridge when we came to it. And since you asked, we did come across Arugula's name in the Arruzio drug deals, so investigating him and then finding that he was Arruzio's twin would've probably happened anyway." The chief did not appear very mollified. I continued, "Anyway, about this time, we were all distracted by the noise of Jack Burke and his relationships. That kept Steven Ikea out my way and on the wrong scent, but it put pressure on my building case, because I needed to find Johnny Arugula -but- had to be quiet about it so that Arruzio would not realize that I was onto him. If we could find Arugula, just the fact he looked like his twin brother would put a serious dent in the alibi, but I really was hoping we could find Arugula and get him to talk, to turn State's evidence and reveal the whole plot. "But Johnny was not easy to find, and in fact we failed to find him in time, which was unfortunate for him. Meanwhile, we discovered that Arugula had done drug deals right about the time of his brother's financial problems... and on top of that, Arugula had been an actor in theater plays, meaning that he could easily cast a performance in a bar, portraying his brother on a videotape."
 "Oh, of course!" Britt Maxwell said. "So that is why you were so happy when Myron found those press reports. I was there and had no idea why that was important." "Yes." I said. "It's easy to find things like that once one knows what to search for in the first place. That's our problem as police: we're asked to find the right clues while not even knowing what we're looking for nor if what we find is good or bad information. Just look at that whole sidebar with the Olivets..." "I think it's damn fortunate for the Olivets that you solved this case when you did." Laura interjected. "I interviewed them yesterday, and there's some serious stuff there. It might have been too easy for Ikea and Sanders to convince a jury that either of them had cause to kill Jack Burke." "Let me ask this." Tanya said. "Why did Joe kill Johnny? I was thinking it was to make it look like Joe was dead and so he could disappear into the ethers, but why did he feel he needed to do that, as he didn't know his alibi was broken yet?" "Good question, very good question," I answered, "and to be honest I don't have an answer for that, as we never got to talk to either one of them. But I can guess this: Arugula was in a bad position; only he knew the truth and only he was a danger to Joe. Yet he was already shooting off his mouth about his good fortune... we know that from an informant... and it's possible that he could've asked for more money from Joe. "Either way, Joe saw that his brother couldn't be trusted, and so he killed him also. He might have pre-planned to kill Johnny as soon as possible, and did so quickly after leaving President Wellman's home here in Town and driving back to the City. "Of course, it might have been other reasons. They could've just had an argument and it escalated. Joe might have gotten wind and thought his alibi was breaking down, maybe heard a leak that we were looking for Arugula, and so he tried to fake his death, as you just said.. My gut suspicion is Arugula's big mouth or premeditation. Anything else?" "Yes," Melina said, somberly. "Do you think Arruzio killed Jack on purpose also? Or was Jack just in the wrong place at the wrong time?" "I have to believe that he meant to kill Jack as well as Marie." I said, and saw Melina's face fall. Teresa also looked down at the floor. "And the reason for this is his telling Marie he wasn't coming home, so that she would call Jack over that night. I think he wanted to kill them both, and set it up to make that happen. There may have even been a built-in back up plan: if caught, he could say he shot them in a fit of rage and avoid a more serious criminal charge. That's just a guess, but I think he wanted to kill his wife and her lover." "How did Joe find out he had a twin brother if he was adopted as a baby?" Sally Wellman asked. "I have no idea." I replied. "His adoptive mother might have told him, he might have stumbled onto it or found it through research at any time after learning of his original birth name. I really have no idea how long he knew his brother existed or if they knew each other... though Joe definitely knew Johnny when he was doing his shady financial deals and tapped into Marie's trust fund... because Johnny was arranging his drug deals for him." "Was Jack Burke blackmailing any of the women he made tapes with?" Hugh Hewitt asked. "None of them would talk to us, so I have no idea for sure. I think a lot of these wives were simply trying to keep their husbands from finding out that they were having sex with Jack Burke, and THAT was the reason they wouldn't speak with us, so we can't assume anything there. We never found any money caches or bank accounts or anything that might suggest Burke was bringing in money, so I tend to doubt it without something more coming in to confirm it." After a pause, I asked "Anything else?" "Just one thing." Tanya said. "Bettina Wurtzburg." There was a general murmur at the mention of the brutally raped reporterette's name. "Yes." I said, pausing a moment. "I don't want to sound callous, but that was probably a side issue to the Arruzio case. Someone overreacted to all the press publicity, or they thought something else might come out and wanted to stop it. "The attack itself was a hired hit on Bettina and Ikea, and it looks like my nephew Ned is in the hit-for-hire business. I think Bettina was the target and Ikea was just the source; the perps didn't know who that source was until the attack. "As to who ordered the attack," I added, my voice lowering and becoming harsh, "that is a loose end, but I'll be cleaning it up shortly." I looked straight at Laura Fredricson as I said it. She did not meet my glance, but stared uncomfortably at the floor. "What about that Wurtzburg report about that girl named 'Ivy'?" Cindy Ross asked. "The one where you said it wasn't a police leak?" I loved Cindy Ross, but sometimes I wished she'd keep her damn mouth shut, I thought to myself. "Yeah, that's another side issue, and not related to this case at all." I said. "And it's an area that would be a total waste of our time and resources to attempt to pursue." I looked hard at Cindy, but she just didn't take the hint. "So you know what that's about?" she asked, persisting. "No, Cindy, and I don't want to know what that was about." I said. "I'm not going to do someone else's dirty work for them, and neither should you." Cindy finally started getting the hint to drop that line of inquiry. I don't think anyone else in the room caught on, though I was deeply aware that two persons in the room besides myself knew that full story all too well. *Brrrrinnngg!!!* Teresa's cell phone rang and she answered it. "You'll have to excuse me. I need to go." she said, practically running out of the room. "Me too." Officer Feeley said. "I'm returning to duty tonight." He made his goodbyes, then followed Teresa out the door. "Yes, it's dark and about time for this old man to go home and hit the hay." Chief Griswold said, getting up. "I'll see everyone Monday morning." He came over and extended his hand to me, which I shook. "Damn good work, Detective." Chief Griswold said. "I'm envisioning something also: a Lieutenant's bar... and in your very near future." "Thank you, sir." I said, almost meekly, as everyone murmured assent. Wow, Lieutenant! With the tension of the discussion of the case now fulfilled, the party began devolving into quiet conversations. Not surprisingly, a tremendous sexual tension was beginning to fill the air. Melina was the first to act. She got up and came up to me and took my hand to pull me up. "I'm glad I married such a brilliant man." she declared. "I'm claiming wifely privilege, and delivering your well-deserved reward personally. Everyone please continue the party, and there are spare bedrooms for you." With that, my wife led me out of the room to the master bedroom. "Well, so much for that." Laura said wistfully, and then walked up to Hugh. "Speaking of rewards, I've been wanting to reward this war hero for a while. Come on, soldier." Hugh quickly got up and followed Laura. Things happened quickly after that. Tanya and President Wellman disappeared, then Sally Wellman straddled Fred Dixon, who was sitting in a chair. "I can't wait to find out how a young Federal agent lays pipe." she said huskily, lowering the straps of her bikini to reveal her breasts to him. As Dixon began sucking Sally Wellman's melons , Cindy wordlessly walked over to Britt and took her hand, leading her out the door leading to the upstairs bedrooms. ------------------------ Early the next morning, Saturday, I woke up. Melina was lying next to me in bed, sound asleep. I remembered the night before. Melina had fucked me about as passionately and hard as she ever had in our years of marriage after thanking me for finding Jack's killer and avenging his death. Those were the first words spoken of what hung silently between us, all that had happened with Jack Burke... both years before and in the last few months. I got up out of bed and put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I quietly walked around the house, checking up. It was an interesting tour. In the next bedroom, I quietly opened the door to find Cindy and Britt lying under the sheets, Britt spooned warmly in Cindy's embrace, both sleeping. I quietly closed the door and continued down the hall. What greeted me next was stunningly hot. Tanya Perlman was lying on her back on the bed, her shapely legs wrapped tightly around President Wellman. He was on top of her, steadily pumping his large cock into her cunt with relentless, powerful thrusts. Tanya looked like she was about to come apart and just explode in orgasm as Wellman fucked her with deep intensity. He was aged but was still an impressive collection of muscles, and he had surprising stamina as he fucked the lovely younger woman into sheer ecstasy. I watched Wellman tirelessly fuck Tanya for several minutes, realizing from the look in both of their eyes that there was something special going on between them. They were not fucking, they were making love. I tore my eyes away and moved on. Sally Wellman and Fred Dixon had found a blanket and were wrapped up on a sofa together in the basement room. I wondered where Laura and Hugh were, and saw movement on the patio, outdoors. Looking out the basement door window, I saw Hugh lying on a poolside deck chair, with Laura on top of him. Both were naked in the chilly air, and she was vigorously riding him. I saw his big eight inch cock sliding wetly and deeply in and out of Laura's vagina, her cuntlips clinging to his organ as she slid up and down his length, her fine asscheeks loudly slapping his thighs each time she impaled herself on his turgid meat. Hugh was kneading and sucking Laura's big tits as they copulated. The sight of beautiful Laura riding a big cock combined with the memory of Wellman and Tanya making deeply passionate love had me aroused. I returned to my bedroom. Melina was asleep, lying on her stomach with a pillow under her belly. Her luscious ass was raised slightly, mouthwatering, inviting. I was iron hard as I slid onto the bed and mounted my wife, lying on top of her, feeling her firm asscheeks pressing into my groin as my cockhead searched for her slit. "Mmm, lemme sleep." Melina murmured. I said nothing but finally the head of my bare cock found its target, and I pushed down, sinking my meat into my wife's warm, wet cunt. She was wet enough and quickly lubricated even more as I began to gently pump in and out of her, again enjoying the feeling of her magnificent ass pressing into my abs and groin. God! it felt so good! "Mmmf... sleep..." Melina mewled. I just continued pumping her, exulting in the heat and wetness of this rare bareback fuck of my wife's slick slit. I knew that she was pregnant and that my sperm would be of no value in fertilizing her eggs, but I thought about her getting knocked up, which led to thoughts of Laura being pregnant with my baby. As always, the thoughts added steam to my strides and I began to thrust more deeply and powerfully into Melina. I fucked my wife for well over ten minutes in this position. She did not move much, but dozed as I enjoyed the pleasures of her pussy's tight fit around my hard male meat. I did not care if she moved around or not, but simply enjoyed the pleasure for myself, the pleasure of fucking a woman's cunt. God, life was good.... Finally, I felt my nut rise and the pain build. I began driving into Melina with shorter, faster thrusts, pushing my groin into the sweetness of her incredible asscheeks. "Uhhhh..." I groaned as the first spurt of semen burst out of my cock and deep into my wife's sodden twat. I pushed hard into her asscheeks as my next pulses of ejaculate shot into her. Finally, I was spent, both mentally and physically, and I withdrew my cock from Melina's vagina and collapsed onto my back on the bed next to her. After catching my breath and resting a few minutes... okay, half an hour... I got up and showered and went down to the kitchen to cook everyone breakfast. Laura was already there getting things started. As Laura and I swiftly worked together to get the big breakfast prepared, I had no way of knowing at the time, but that wonderful coupling I'd just enjoyed minutes before would be the last time that Melina and I would have sexual intercourse as a married couple. Part 25 - Tying Up Loose Ends Oh, think that's the end of the story? Nope, not by a long shot. I had a loose end to tie up. And on Bettina Wurtzburg's behalf. It was early Sunday morning, not quite 7:00am as the door to Laura Fredricson's office opened and Henry R. Wargrave stepped into the room. "I came as soon as I got your message--" he said, then stopped short. It was not Laura but me sitting in her chair behind her desk. Comfortable chair, too, but I didn't have time to notice. I was dealing with a very, very dangerous adversary. "Come in, Mr. Wargrave. Have a seat." I offered, my hand in my pocket. Wargrave slowly walked up to the desk and peered at me. "It's a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in one's pocket." he said. I smiled, taking the gun out of my pocket and laying it on the side shelf of the desk next to the chair, my hand not drifting far from it. "True enough." I said. I was dealing with a Master here, and I knew it. I was nowhere near this man's league, and even if he did have erectile disfunction, he was still a very powerful man... power I could feel reaching out to me across the desk. I was very glad I had the gun within reach. This was not a game for the weak. "I was expecting to see Dr. Fredricson." Wargrave said. "She texted me to come." "No, it was I that texted you." I replied. "We have a serious issue to discuss, Mr. Wargrave. Please, have a seat." Wargrave complied, sitting in the chair opposite the desk. "Congratulations on solving the Arruzio case." he said. "I was shocked when I heard about Joe, but I was even more impressed how you unerringly drove to the Truth." "Thank you." I said. "And that is what I want to talk to you about." I straightened up in my chair a little bit. "Mr. Wargrave, I really do not appreciate people ordering gang rape attacks on reporters and police officers in my Town. I do not appreciate it at all." "Oh, you think I had something to do with that?" Wargrave replied, his eyes steely and cold. "I'd love to see you try to prove it." "I'm sure I could find the evidence if I really needed to." I said. "The Government keeps a lot of phone records these days. One day all that is going to become public and then there'll be a huge scandal..." After a pause, I then added, "But I am not interested in proving anything in Court, Mr. Wargrave. What's done is done, but having a female reporter raped is crossing the line. I don't want that line crossed again, or... I might just have to cross a few lines myself." Wargrave's face hardened. "Do you have any idea just who you're talking to? Do you think your little crowbar is any match for what I can bring to the game?" I willed the spasm of fear down; I certainly did know that I was dealing with a billionaire, a man with deep connections in this Town, this University and, much worse, with elements of the Federal Government that I did not care to think about. Wargrave had made his billions in illegal arms trades on behalf of the Central Intelligence Agency. I was playing an extremely dangerous game, but I was willing to roll the dice and play it. "I know who you are, Mr. Wargrave. Which is why we're having this friendly conversation in private and in the only room in this county that I am sure is not bugged, and not at the police station." I said. "At the same time, I don't care who you are or about your billions or who you deal with. In this town...MY town, Mr. Wargrave... I don't expect to see people brutalized for just doing their jobs. It... irritates me." I stared flatly at Wargrave, hoping that he couldn't read the quaking fear in the pit of my stomach. "You are a brave young man." Wargrave said, his head slightly nodding. "Okay, I hear you. I'll continue to protect the interests of this great University, but I'll acknowledge that it's your Town, and County, your rules, and will keep well within the lines... as long as you continue to do the excellent job you are doing, of course." "I appreciate that." I had won, and had just been told to take my win and go home. But I wasn't done. "There is one other thing... the person who you hired for that attack. I want to find my young nephew Ned. Where can I find him?" "Like I said," Wargrave said. "I did not hire him, and while I understand your desire to apprehend him, I cannot help you there." I knew he was telling the truth, that he must've used layers of intermediaries and that Ned was only the last in the line. Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 06 Damn, I thought, my mind wandering, if only slightly. Another great chance to find Ned possibly gone. "Forget about that punk." Wargrave said, reading my thoughts. "He'll fuck up soon enough and you'll get him." "He's not just a punk, Mr. Wargrave." I said, somberly. "He's a very dangerous threat... to you and your University... as well as to me. Exceptionally dangerous." "Ah, the 'Moriarty' to your 'Sherlock', eh?" Mr. Wargrave said, smiling. "You flatter the punk." I said. "And if memory serves me correctly, it was Professor Moriarty who warned Sherlock about loaded firearms in one's pocket." Mr. Wargrave grinned, barely able to keep from laughing out loud. Then, just as quickly, the humor in his face vanished. He peered at me again, that penetrating glanced that seemed to reach deep inside me despite my defenses. "You know, son, this town is much too small for you. You need to get into the Big Game." I laughed sardonically. "No thank you. I'm happy right where I am." Wargrave remained serious. "The chair was held out for you once before, and the word 'no' is not in their lexicon." "No idea what you're talking about." "Ha!" Wargrave said, shifting comfortably in his chair, his short laugh full of sarcasm. "Then I'll refresh your memory. You say you know about me, but I also know who you are... Mr. J.D.T. of the C.I.A." "I'm not with the Company!" I said sharply. Wargrave smiled, a short thin smile that bore into me, having easily seen through my mistake. "Not yet. But you will be. As I said, they don't take 'no' for an answer. If they want you, they'll have you." Wargrave stood up. "And they want you, son." "Thank you for your time, Mr. Wargrave." I said, ever more glad that the gun was still within my reach. Wargrave nodded, then turned and left. As the tension released, my body began shaking almost uncontrollably as I stood up, my hand quivering as I picked up my gun and holstered it. I had just survived the most physically dangerous moment of my life. And I had won. Well, I was letting myself think I had won, and so was Henry Wargrave... --------------------------- "No!" Jeanine Olivet wailed. "I won't give it up!" "It might be your baby, Tim." Laura added hopefully. "No!" Olivet said sullenly. "It might be Jack's, it's likely that it is, and I don't want any part of any baby of his coming into this world!" The Olivets were in Laura's office. It was Sunday afternoon. I was in one of the side rooms, listening in on the conversation with Laura's permission and at her request. Next to me was Nurse Jones, the beautiful black woman from University Hospital. Instead of her normal white attire, she was wearing a tight fitting gray uniform, so that that she could wear her gray high heel pumps that she knew I liked to see her in. Jeanine Olivet was pregnant, and the timeframe for her conception was right smack-dab in the middle of the time she and Jack Burke had been lustily mating. She and her husband had argued almost violently over keeping the baby. Tim wanted no part of it, especially if it was Jack's child. Jeanine was determined to keep it, not saying out loud that in her deepest soul she wanted it to be Jack's baby and that she wanted to have Jack's child more than anything on earth. "I'll tell you what." Laura offered. "We'll set up some paternity tests, and at least we'll know what we're dealing with. I don't want to see you make a bad decision and throw away your marriage over this." Olivet was sullen but nodded agreement. Jeanine was a bundle of nerves; she was between a rock and a hard place, loving her husband and not wanting to lose him, but completely unwilling to give up the child growing inside her. Laura pressed a buzzer and Nurse Jones went into the office. Laura instructed Nurse Jones to take blood samples and cheek swabs from Tim, while she took Jeanine to the examination room to take samples that only a doctor could take. Laura was a degreed and board-certified medical doctor, and a good one in the areas of gynecology and psychiatry. After the tests were done, Nurse Jones came back to me. I produced some samples. "Nurse, will you secretly add these three tests?" I asked, giving her a paper of instructions for what I wanted with the vials. "What's in it for me?" the beautiful nurse said, her eyes boring into me, filled with lust. "Let me see..." I said, taking her into my arms. "Maybe a long... hard... night." I then kissed Nurse Jones, our tongues twining deeply for a long moment. The nurse had to break the kiss. "You make me too hot." she said. "I'm about to come... and just from a kiss. Okay, I'll do it. And then I'm going to fuck your brains out, baby." I had three tests. The results, if what I expected them to be, would be shocking... and would change lives. And I would have no problem giving the beautiful black woman the delicious fucking that she was craving... Part 26 - Epilogue A week later, getting home from work, I entered the house, "Melina's house". I immediately felt that something was wrong. Going quietly up the stairs, I found her in the bedroom, sitting at the end of the bed. She was wearing a frilly white blouse and black skirt and black high heel pumps. Her eyes displayed emotion, emotion that I rarely saw, though she had not been crying: her makeup was perfect. "Hi Don." she said as I silently stepped into the room. "We need to talk." "I know." I said. Knowing. "I think it's time..." she started, then continued with a rush, "I... I want a divorce." I just nodded. I had expected this for a while now. "It... when Jack came to town and I saw him," Melina continued, obviously wanting to talk. "It... it brought up a lot of old feelings and memories, especially after I slept with him again. I don't know... maybe I should never have married you; it might have been better for you that way." "No." I said, stepping closer to her but still maintaining a distance of a few feet. "I don't regret marrying you for one minute, and I never will." Melina looked up at me. "I don't regret it either, not really... but being with you was never the same after being with Jack. I never wanted to hurt you or anything... well, even though he's gone now... it's not fair to you or right for me to pretend this marriage isn't over." A tear was forming in her eye, and while I felt pain for her emotions, I knew deep down in my innermost soul that she was right. Even as my wife was speaking of divorce, I was already thinking of my future... with Laura. It may not have been "our time" before, but that was about to change, I realized. Whether or not that was part of Melina's decision, I didn't know. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Do you love Todd? Or someone else?" Melina shook her head, getting to her feet. "I love Todd a lot, but I'm not *in* love with him... do you know what I mean?" I nodded as she continued. "I still love you, and I always will, but not the way I once did. I'm sorry." "I understand, Melina. I really do." I said. "And we both have to do what is right for each of us." "I have to say this." Melina said, getting it out before she stopped herself. "I've got to get it off my chest, even though it will hurt: I was in love with Jack. From the moment I met him. Back in school, I was going to break up with you and marry him, he'd asked me to. Then he got arrested for that rape charge and they ran him out of town...." She paused for a long moment, as if remembering or realizing something, then caught herself and continued. "I never believed he committed that rape, but he ran away and left me behind. At least... at least you were still there for me. "But when he came here a few months ago and I ran into him while shopping, I realized how I really felt, how I'd truly felt all these years. About him, and about you, and us. You've been there for me... but I'm sorry, it's not enough anymore." "I know." And I knew there was more, but Melina apparently wasn't ready to talk about it. "And I'll still be there for you, even if we're not married anymore." I wanted to hug her, if only to say goodbye. But she ended the conversation her way, more brusquely. "Thank you. Well, I'll let you pack what little stuff you have here. I'm sorry. For everything." She walked past me rapidly, her eyes fixed firmly downcast to the floor, and exited the room. The silence had never felt so empty. ----------------------- "The tests you ordered, Professor." the college-aged girl said, laying down several folders on Laura's desk. She was one of Laura's graduate students.

"Thank you, dear." Laura replied. The first couple of folders clearly revealed the paternity of Jeanine Olivet's baby. "But what are these?" she asked herself as she opened one of the other two tests, tests that she had not ordered. It soon became apparent that Don had put these tests in with hers, she reasoned. And there were only two extra folders, but three extra tests charged on the invoice: the folder for the third test was not in this batch. But Dr. Fredricson did not yet notice that... the conclusions of the tests in her possession were surprising enough. In the first, Todd was with little doubt the biological son of Elizabeth and... Michael Burke. "How did Don know to test for that?" she asked herself out loud, stunned. The second folder shocked her even more. She reached for the phone to call Don... ---------------------- Two days later, I was at the home of Jeanine Olivet. Her husband Timothy had moved out, partially to avoid the calls from his parents, but also to wait for the paternity test results, which Laura not yet revealed to him: it was 99% certain that Olivet's wife Jeanine had been impregnated by his brother Jack Burke. She had called me on the phone and asked me to come visit her. The maid Dolores answered the door, smiling prettily at me as she admitted me. She was a lusciously cute Latina girl, and I felt the stirrings of desire in my loins. Jeanine was in the living room, rising to meet me as I came in. She looked absolutely stunning. Her dark hair was combed straight and running down her back. Her lipstick was glossy and inviting her shapely mouth to be kissed. She was wearing a green dress, fashionable but not overly expensive, and it and the push-up bra made beacons of her large breasts. Sheer black pantyhose clung to her shapely legs down to her black, patent-leather, high-heel, closed-toe slingbacks. I was already getting half-hard from the sight of her, and the smell of her perfume. "Thank you for coming, Don-- may I call you Don?" she said, emphatically huskily. "Can I offer you some coffee or tea?" "No thank you, and please do call me Don. How can I help you?" I said politely. "Call me Jeanine, then." she said. "I asked you to come over to personally thank you for coming to my rescue when that asshole was beating me up in your police station." "I'm sorry about that." I said, "but it did give me an excuse to throw a few punches into his lousy face. Are you okay?" "Of course." she said, smiling brightly. "And my baby is fine, also. And that's the reason I'm not suing that bastard, since it might come out that you beat the crap out of him." "I appreciate that, but don't worry about it." I said. "You'd do me a great favor suing the living hell out of him, and he deserves it, too." "Well, I'll think about it." she said demurely. "But I'd rather reward you another way. Come over here." she said. I walked over to the sofa as she sat down upon it. When I stopped too far away, she reached out for my hand and pulled me towards her... until I was standing right in front of her. Jeanine reached up and began undoing my belt buckle. 
"Take off your jacket, Don." she said. "You're going to be here for a few minutes." Jeanine unzipped my zipper and expertly fished my cock out of my pants. "Oh my, very nice." she said. Looking up into my eyes, the gorgeous woman pulled my hardening cock down as she opened her mouth wide. "Unnnnh!" I gasped as her mouth closed on my meat, her lipsticked lips closing around the shaft near the base and sliding back up towards the crown. Her eyes bore into mine, then back down to her work as she sucked my cock back into her mouth and began giving me head. Oh my fucking God! I was thinking. I'd had some tremendous blowjobs... most women's mouths were warm and wet but not all that different, though Laura and Melina had stood out for me. But neither of those women held a candle to Jeanine's oral talents. It was more than just physical, there was something about Jeanine that made getting head from her just damn good! Maybe French women do have something extra, something better, when it comes to sucking cock... "Jesus Christ, that's good!" I said, my breathing becoming rapid and my cock aching with rock-hard tautness. Jeanine was working my cock in her mouth expertly, sliding her lips back and forth, but working her tongue as I'd rarely felt before. She deep-throated my length several times. Her eyes gleamed. "Mmmm," she said, letting my cock pop out of her mouth. "I can see why you're called the 'Iron Crowbar'. I don't think I've ever sucked a cock as hard as this one." She went back to work, fellating me with incredible intensity until my knees were about to buckle. 
"By the way," she said, lashing my meat with her tongue between her words. "I heard that... you're getting a... divorce." How did she know that? I wondered, as the papers had not even been filed yet, and I'd told no one except Laura yet. Jeanine continued. "I just passed... my bar exam... mmmff.... and I want you to be my first case. Pro bono. That's my real reward for your helping me. Would you like that?" "Unnnh!!!" I gasped. "Hell yeah. Just keep sucking my cock like that!" My head went to the back of her head and I gently but firmly guided it back and forth as I fucked her beautiful face. Just as I was about to let go and come, she pulled back. "Don't come yet, Don." she said as she pulled her panties down her lovely legs and off. "Climb on and fuck me." I lowered my pants to my knees as I mounted her. She had hitched up her dress but was still clothed, but that didn't matter. I mounted her and her hand guided my cock right into her sopping wet pussy. "Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, that's so good... oh yeah..." she groaned as I began pumping my seven inches in and out of her with a hard but steady rhythm. "Ohhh, so nice and big!" she moaned again. As for me, it felt great... though when it came to fucking, Jeanine was not in Laura's category or even Melina's, while Jeanine's mouth had been the best to ever envelop my throbbing meat. But make no mistake... she was all woman and her cunt was hot and wet and clutching my cock. I was wondering to myself just how in the hell could Tim Olivet walk away from this? But I didn't care; his loss was my gain, and I began fucking his wife harder and faster, deeper and more passionately. Out of the corner of my eye, over the back of the sofa, I noticed Dolores pretending to work but furtively watching and listening to me fuck her mistress. I made eye contact with the pretty maid and smiled at her. She smiled back, a pretty but shy smile, and kept on working, watching and listening. I heard Jeanine groan and moan, and felt her cunt spasm on my cock; she was coming, if seemingly mildly. Looking down at Jeanine's beauty and knowing the maid was watching added to my lust-fueled excitement and I felt my nut rising. "Oh, I'm going to come soon, baby." I said. "Do you want me to come in your mouth or your cunt?" I asked, enjoying the incongruity of using such filthy language in this nice home with this beautiful, elegant lady... who was lying beneath me rutting on my cock like a cheap slut. "My mouth." she said. "I want to swallow your cum." I pulled my cock out of Jeanine's slick cunt and moved up to her mouth. My balls struck her chin as I sank my cock into her waiting, open mouth. That special heat and wetness enveloped me... and took me over the edge. "UUUHHHHH!! I'M COMING!!" I shouted as the first large spurt of pent-up semen rocketed out of my cock and splashed against the back of Jeanine's throat. She began gulping as more intense pulses followed. The spasms of my cock diminished fairly rapidly after the first couple, and I finished up, taking my cock and rubbing Jeanine's cheeks and glossy lips as her tongue worked to get the last of my ejaculate. "Mmmmm, that was really delicious." Jeanine said. "Now... when do you want to get together to talk about the details of your divorce?" Finis