Valerie reached the gallery just ahead of the cops and opened the doors, turning on the lights and getting the coffee started at the little station she kept in back. She'd had an assistant once, but found that the girl spent more time on her phone than she did working, and since her place was never overly busy except when she was having a showing there was no longer a need.Sonya had always helped out when she needed a hand in the past before the children came, but that hadn't been for a while. As she thought of her friend she wondered how long it was going to take until she no longer did. It was going to take some time she was sure, they'd been such good friends.They'd done practically everything together, except have children. That was the only place they'd differed. They'd gone away to college together, been married close together; there was so much that they'd shared in their lives. So many milestones.She didn't want to dwell too much on it, not now, and especially not with
Detective Sparks hung up the phone a little harder than was necessary. Officer Bailey looked up from his desk where he was busy going over the evidence they'd collected so far on the case. "The mayor again?""It seems Mr. Davis put in a call to his good friend the mayor to get him to ask us to back off." She threw down the pen she'd been twirling around in her fingers. The phone rang on her desk and she picked it up."Sparks!""Detective!" It was the medical examiner who handled autopsies for the three surrounding towns. "Your victim was three months pregnant." The news made her sit back in her chair with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Two victims and another cog in the wheel!"Is there any way to tell who the father was?""Sure, we can run that test but we'll need the father's DNA to match it to." Her first thought was that if the man didn't want them going through his wife's things he damn sure wasn't about to give them any blood to test."I'll see what I can do." Af
Niall sat alone downstairs for a while after the cops and Valerie left. He was trying to make sense of the detective's words that had left him with even more questions now than before. Why had Sonya changed her code? What was she trying to hide?He tried to recall if there had been any changes in her behavior the last few months but nothing came to mind It's true that after baby Abigail was born they'd both sorta spun out of control a little bit.His psychiatrist had put it down to him having a midlife crisis and it was obvious that she'd been suffering the after effects of the birth. But things had smoothed out a lot here lately, and he refused to believe that his loving wife of almost seven years had been doing anything behind his back that would warrant the need for such secrecy."No, they must be wrong." He left his seat and took the stairs two at a time and headed for the room they'd shared as man and wife. The nightgown she'd worn the night before she was killed still laid acr
"What do you think Pete?" She asked as soon as he got into the car beside her. "I think we're going to check out the old barn." She nodded her head feeling a real sense of excitement for the first time since she stood over what had been left of poor Sonya Davis the day before. No matter what the woman had done she didn't deserve what had been done to her.She drove out to the broken down old barn in the middle of nowhere, thinking that maybe Mrs. Ivory was right. She couldn't see the esteemed Niall Davis coming to a place like this. Unless he'd come here to catch his wife in the act. The women hadn't seen any other vehicles on the road that day though, and there had been no mention of anyone else being in the car with her.So that leaves the only other alternative; that Mrs. Ivory had been wrong in her assessment that it had been Niall Davis' car following his wife and it had indeed been whoever she was having an affair with."The grass is trampled here, and look at that." She point
Detective Sparks had gone back to the station with the new evidence, which she'd asked to be rushed. She knew it would take at least a couple of weeks to get any DNA results back from the cigarettes and she was hoping the blanket would give them something as well.In the meantime she wasn't about to sit at her desk twiddling her thumbs though. With the new evidence and the statements from the widows Connors and Ivory she needed to get the ball rolling. "We're going back to Niall Davis.""He's going to complain to the mayor again.""Let him!" She was always amazed at how afraid her subordinates and others were at just the mention of the mayor's name. Where she came from people weren't so deferential to their local politicians; at least not on the surface.The two of them went over the new evidence and their hopes that it would lead them somewhere. They were both tentatively crossing their fingers that this would be the boost they so badly needed to hold on to their case.The Davis
Bridgette had heard it all and was now wondering, as she heard the door close behind the cops if she could use this to her advantage. Would it seem too forward of her if she went down now like she'd planned to, or should she put it off until tomorrow?She wasn't too pleased that she had to put her plan on hold, in her mind if she didn't move now it might be too late. A man like him wouldn't stay single for long even though he'd loved his wife, not with three children to raise. And she had no doubt that there were any number of women waiting in the wings.The phone had already been ringing off the hook and she was sure that well meaning friends would soon be throwing women at him to take his wife's place and it was a sure bet that none of them would think of her for the job.She went back to her room and sat on the bed biting her nails and listening with ears pricked for every sound that came from downstairs. It was hours later that she finally heard him coming up the stairs and from
Niall knew he'd had too much to drink but who could blame him? As if dealing with the death of his beloved wife wasn't enough, he now had the doubts that the cops had planted in his head to deal with. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember any red flags, nothing to say that his wife had been having an affair.Granted, he spent long hours at the bank, but surely he would've noticed something. She was always there when he came home and he couldn't remember a time when he called her that she didn't pick up the phone.It's true that they'd hit a rough patch almost two years ago, but she'd been dealing with post partum depression while he was going through his own issues with the onset of a midlife crisis. But they'd both weathered the storm with the help of their individual therapists and a marriage counselor. Not to mention the support of their friends.As his mind went to their closest friends he thought of Riley and the bond that had seemed to form between the other man an
Detective Starks answered her phone the next day. It was Saturday yes, but she didn't foresee herself having another day off for a long-long time. She planned to work right through the holiday if she had to, and that's why she'd rushed the guys in the lab the day before.For as small as their precinct was, they had a network at their disposal that could get them results faster than some places in the big city. That's one thing she could say for the mayor, he sure did have his resources.The D.A's office was a very big help in getting things moving quicker as well. They didn't want news of the first murder in the town in more than fifty years spreading too far and wide. Tourism was very big here after all, with people coming from all over the country not to mention the world, to enjoy their classic settings and historical sights.If news of an unsolved murder made the rounds on one of the biggest holiday weekends, one that the town relied on for an uptick in revenue, let's just say i
Celia sat stupefied, ignoring the snickers and murmurs from those around her. He would pick the day when the station was fuller than usual to drop his little bombshell. She dared not look around to see who all was close enough to hear what heÕd said, and besides, her cheeks were flaming red. Not a good look for a detective. She barely tasted the rest of her food as she shoveled it into her mouth for something to do with her hands. At least his theatrics had taken her mind off of the sickening confessions of Don Simpson. She had a few jurisdictions to call and knew she was going to be here all day. She passed the task of calling around to a few of the others and went back to the interrogation room. By the time she left there that night, she had a crick in her neck, and her mind was numb. Thankfully Stella had clammed up and refused to talk, which worked in CeliaÕs favor since she wanted to be the one to question the other woman. Because of what had happened with Val
ÒShe wasnÕt always like this. I donÕt knowÉÓ Don rocked back and forth on the chair in the interview room down at the police station. It felt like heÕd just lived through a lifetime, but in actuality, it had only been a few hours. The female detective looked way too confident, and he was beginning to think that this was the end of the line for him. Just his luck, heÕd moved to a small town to get away from big-city cops who seemed to have more knowhow, only to run into an ex-New York detective. They donÕt get much bigger than that. And this one seemed to know what she was doing. HeÕd sat across from enough law enforcement officers to know when he was dealing with a pro or a dud. He was still trying to wrap his head around StellaÕs behavior. Why had she gone off the deep end now when sheÕd always gone out of her way to be careful? Never letting anything so much as slip in the past. He needed to throw up in the worst way, but the last time heÕd asked, the detective had poin
What the hell? Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey ran for cover when Stella Simpson pulled the gun neither of them knew she was carrying while Don sat at his desk looking lost as if he had no idea what was going on around him. He was only aware that in the last few minutes, things seemed to be going downhill fast. A day that had started out like any other had suddenly turned to shit seemingly in the blink of an eye, and for the first time, instead of making things better the way it always did, his stepmotherÕs presence seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was true that outside of his sexual fetishes, he hadnÕt grown much and had always been dependent on the older, more mature woman to handle such things. All of this was going through his mind as things began to unravel around him, and he couldnÕt seem to get a grip on reality even as things were happening right in front of him. The loud recoil of the second gunshot seemed to drag him out of his stupor, and he
I wonder what it is that sheÕs thinking about so deeply? Celia thought as she watched the older woman closely while she seemed lost in thought. In the last five minutes, a myriad of emotions had crossed that rather expressive face that she was sure had once held immense beauty but was now weathered by life and time. She did her best to hide her true feelings about the conclusions sheÕd drawn in the last few minutes, but she may have thrown up a little in her mouth a time or two. Had the woman always acted like this with her stepson in the presence of others? Had no one else ever noticed the ick factor here? Nowhere in her research had anything even remotely close to what was glaring her in the face been mentioned or even hinted at. But it was obvious from the ease with which the older woman did it and the nonchalant way in which her stepson accepted the action that it was not a new thing between them. There were too many questions running through her mind now that
Stella Simpson was indeed in the habit of touching her stepson wherever and whenever she chose, but the move was a subconscious one on her part this time. Like Don, she too hadnÕt been expecting the cops to show up again so soon. Unlike him, though, she didnÕt think they were mindless idiots, but neither did she give them credit for being this quick on their feet. SheÕd expected a bit more digging and a few more questions maybe since they didnÕt have anything else to go on, but nothing like the questions sheÕd overheard through the intercom. She wasnÕt expecting things to take this turn and hadnÕt been prepared. Though things were still not as bad as they could be, she was trying to prevent just that from happening. She knew that Don had a tendency to become flustered rather easily and that her touch is one of the only ways to calm him down and keep him grounded when he gets like this. It was a bit risky in front of the cops or any stranger for that matter, but it was be
Don Simpson was caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the two officers who showed up at his office door out of nowhere unannounced. TheyÕd caught him slipping, as the young people like to say since heÕd been sure that heÕd warded off the female detective the day before. His secretary looked a bit askance at him as she ushered them into the inner office before closing the door behind them. ÒDetective, what can I do for you? I thought we already established yesterday that I donÕt know the young lady in question, so wouldnÕt be of much help with your investigation. Come in, come in.Ó He made a grand gesture of inviting them in as he gave them his best shit-eating grin. The one that every good lawyer worth his salt had practiced in his mirror at least a thousand times give or take. It pretty much says weÕre all on the same team, nothing to see here and has gotten him out of many a scrape with the boys in blue in the past. The fact that she was a woman shoul
Gil wasnÕt looking too good when the detectives showed up at his door. HeÕd not too long gotten off the phone with Bobby, whoÕd called to give him a heads-up that they were on their way to see him. He didnÕt quite know how to feel about other people knowing what heÕd done on the very night after his wifeÕs dead body was found. He didnÕt want people in the little town, thinking that he hadnÕt loved his Mel because he did. He also had the fleeting worry that the New York detective might find his actions suspicious and start sniffing around his tail instead of going after the real killer. According to Bobby, she wasnÕt the type, and from what heÕd seen so far, heÕd have to agree. Still, what heÕd done could be misconstrued and damn sure frowned upon if it got back to the wrong people. By the time he opened the door to Detective Sparks, and Officer Bailey Gil was in a state. HeÕd worked himself into a tizzy worrying not only about what heÕd done but also about the fact that h
By the time Celia reached her desk Riley, and his antics were the last thing on her mind. She was back in detective mode and was sure that she was on the right track. SheÕd spent most of the time after leaving Don WilsonÕs office, concentrating on who the mystery guest had been, but now her focus had shifted back to her reason for going there in the first place. She was sure that sheÕd found Don Simpson and the fact that heÕd changed his name and was now using an alias was only one of the reasons she found him suspicious. As a detective whoÕd been trained by the best, she knew all of the signs to look for in a suspect. Some of them are sophisticated enough to get away with lying, but a greenhorn like Don wasnÕt savvy enough to pull the wool over her eyes. She couldnÕt quite put her finger on why exactly she didnÕt peg him as her killer; the vibe just wasnÕt there. But she knew from his squirrely actions under her questioning that he knew something or was involved in some
Don stepped gingerly from the shower, the welts on his ass and back burning like fire with each move he made. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure heÕd enjoyed all evening and into the night, though, so he wasnÕt about to complain. Not only had he had one of the best fucks of his life, which was saying a lot considering, but that hot detective didnÕt seem to be on his scent. SheÕd given him a bit of a stir showing up like that, but in the end, he was able to keep her from guessing the truth. It still remains to be seen if heÕd have to pick up stakes and leave town in the near future, but for now, he didnÕt feel the rush to do so, not like last time when the cops were on his ass, and he had to bail. Standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel over his wet chest down past his middle that was growing a little soft to his cock that was still on full alert. In the bedroom next door, his tormentor was waiting, ready to soothe the pain left by her vicious beating.