Niall sat back and closed the book with tears in his eyes. He hadn't been aware that he'd been reading out loud the whole time, and that all the other occupants in the room had heard, plus one more pair of ears that were hidden at the top of the stairs, well out of sight."I'm going to be sick." Valerie jumped up from the table and ran down the hallway to the guest bathroom where she was violently ill. Detective Sparks gestured with her head to officer Bailey to keep an eye on her lest she pull a fast one."So, I am the one she was sneaking around with.""Yes sir, we ran some test on the cigarette butts and the blanket we found in the old barn we found on Miller's Road and it all came back to you and your wife. The child was also yours sir.""Oh no, oh hell, why?" His eyes searched the room as if looking for answers and fell on Valerie who was escorted back into the room by officer Bailey. "You, why did you have to kill my wife? She was a good friend to you, always there when you n
Back downstairs Niall kept reading his wife's words over and over as the love she bore him became more evident. How could I ever have doubted her he thought? And to think, last nightin our bed. Now he was the one who felt sick to his stomach. It was sheer strength of will that kept him seated.Officer Bailey had finally got the cuffs on Valerie and was leading her from the house when she announced her need for the bathroom. Officer Bailey had the good sense to stay rooted outside the door so he could cuff her again once she was done and then led her outside to put her in the back of the squad car."I guess I'll be going now sir. I'll be in touch in a couple days or so but you have my number if you need me.""Thank you detective and please accept my apologies for giving you such a hard time.""No apology necessary sir, I understood your position."He nodded his head as she turned her attention to the room's other occupant. She hadn't given herself time to be excited at the fact tha
Eileen looked up when he walked through the backdoor and from the swollen eyes and red nose he knew she'd already heard. She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a hand to stop her. "Forget it, I don't want to talk about it right now.""What about lunch?""I don't want anything thanks, you go on home." He walked through the house and stood in the middle of the living room looking out the large picture window at nothing. How had his life gone off the rails?His business was doing better than expected, he had his health and more money in the bank than he could ever spend and right this second none of it meant shit. He felt like nothing would ever be the same again. Like he'd never have another day of happiness.Turning away from the window, he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. He took one look at the bed where he'd made love to her only this morning, just a few short hours ago and felt sick to his stomach.He barely restrained himself from throwing up. No way was he going to
Valerie was gravitating between rage, and moments of clarity. One minute she was remorseful and the next she was filled with such hate she'd try to break the bars of the cell in half with her bare hands.How had she ended up here? She'd planned everything down to the last detail. She'd bought everything under the name of the company, a name that hardly anyone in the town knew or even remembered. It wasn't the same name as the one on the marquee outside the gallery of course, but the name her great grandfather had used for the family business decades ago.It's an umbrella company that the relatives of her generation still uses, comes in handy for tax cuts and things like that. Along with some other less above board dealings that were better left alone.She'd never have expected the local detective and that hick she works with to unravel all her hard work so easily. She thought for sure they'd have written it off as a prank gone wrong, anything but the conclusion they'd drawn; the rig
He turned up his radio to drown out the noise of her screams and rants and pretty soon got caught up in the show that he was fond of listening to, to stave off the boredom that can sometimes set in on those long uneventful nights behind his desk. It was a lot of conspiracy nonsense but he and most of the other men in town got a kick out of it.It was almost an hour later before he even remembered her and he hoped she'd tired herself out enough to give him some peace and quiet. He bemoaned all those times he'd begged for some excitement around here now that he'd had to put up with her.He turned the radio down and listened, but all was quiet back there for the first time since he came in for his shift. "Thank heaven." He murmured to himself as if someone might overhear him, though there was no one there.He started to turn the radio up again when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Had she tired herself out after all? That would be for the best he thought as he made his w
This is why she never lets her stupid heart get involved. If it were anyone else she wouldn't be beating herself up like this. She'd have relayed the news, offered her condolences and be gone already. But here she was, sitting outside his home on a Sunday afternoon panicking like she was about to take the state exam all over again.She realized as she sat there that she was worried not only about how he was going to take the news about his wife's suicide, but how he was going to feel knowing that she'd done it not long after he refused to speak to her.Sergeant Walker had shared that much with her in an aside. The poor man was feeling guilty and scared shitless that he was going to lose his job and his pension for breaking protocol. She'd promised to keep it just between the two of them and didn't bother warning him against doing it again, she was sure this was a lesson he'd never forget.***Riley heard the car pull up outside but didn't bother to get up and look. He'd finally got
VOLUME TWO: MURDER IN A SMALL TOWN Music blared from the stereo as Melissa Sherry, or Mel as sheÕs known to her friends, stood in front of the mirror putting on her lipstick. She shook her panty-covered ass along to the beat as she turned her head this way and that to check out the new color and what it did for her face. She made a face as she slipped the tube back into its cover and turned to the man on the bed with a sultry look. People say she looks like that old movie star, Marilyn Monroe and she loves playing it up. ÒWhat do you think?Ó With her hands on her hips, her perfect thirty-four C tits stood out from her chest and she struck a pose that she knew showed her off in the best light. Not that she had a bad side, she was gorgeous and she knew it. The bedÕs occupant grinned but it was obvious from the way his hand moved up and down his large tumescent cock that her new shade of lipstick was the last thing on his mind. ÒCome over here and get my
Bobby got back to the shop just in time but that didnÕt stop old man Stone from grouching at him. ÒYou bout to find yourself in a whole heap a trouble boy!Ó The older man shook his head after making that admonishing prediction. Bobby just grinned. He knew that almost everyone knew what was going on between him and Melissa, even her husband he was sure. But that was no reason to stop fucking the best pussy this side of town. HeÕd been fucking her for a good three and a half months now, every afternoon like clockwork. She was good to him too. When she was on the rag, sheÕd give him head and let him cum in her mouth, or give up that fine ass without complaining like some do and the best part, she never asked him for shit. All in all Bobby saw no reason to give up a good thing just because of a few wagging tongues. ÒAinÕt you scared? You see what happened to that Davis woman a few weeks ago?ÓÒThat was different, that OÕRourke chick was crazy as cat shit, and that wom
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.