It took poor old Barney a good half an hour to make it out of the woods and down the hill and then another ten minutes before he came to the O'Rourke farm. He was out of breath and panicked by the time he knocked on the door and then rang the bell.The housekeeper Mrs. Cline answered on the third hurried knock. "I'm coming, I'm coming, keep your shorts on." Her heavy New England accent came through the thick wood of the door as her footsteps clipped along the marble floor.She flung the door open to see poor Barney looking as though he was about to keel over. "Why Barney Doss, whatever is the matter with you? Come in, come in." She stepped back to let him enter and he held his hand up to stop her."Call the police Eileen, there's a body in the woods. I think someone's been murdered." Her mouth fell open in surprise as she tried to make sense of his words."A murder? But there hasn't been a murder here in over fifty years." She felt the way any middle-aged woman without family would
She stood, and looked around at her surroundings. It had been a while since she'd been here herself. Although there wasn't much in the way of crime in the town of just a little bit over three thousand, just the occasional runaway cow, or a cat caught in a tree, she still somehow found her days very well occupied.There were the calls from the elderly who imagined every sound, every creaking floorboard to be an intruder or a harbinger of imminent death, and those were plentiful. Or the rare dustup between some tourist and one of the locals who took offense to what they saw as their town being disrespected. That can be for something as simple as spitting chewing gum on the sidewalk.For all its lack of anything approaching adventure, or even a nightlife, or any of the things a young woman like herself would appreciate for that matter, she loved it here, in this little haven she'd found after working for a few years in the big city. The move had been a bit of a culture shock for sur
Every once in a while Detective Sparks would look back to where the yellow crime scene tape was still visible, trying to get an idea of where the victim had fallen from, though it didn't look like the fall had been a long one. No broken bones that she'd noticed.But from the way the body had landed it looked almost like she'd been dropped, or thrown through the air. It could almost be mistaken for an accident, just an accidental fall, except for the acid in the water.Though that too could've been an accident, it didn't ring true, and what are the chances? That would be one hell of a coincidence and she didn't believe in those.Because she was paying such close attention, looking in the brush and foliage, she didn't miss the trip wire that someone had stretched across the path.Thinking that this had been deliberate and seeing the evidence of it were two different kettle of fish and so it took a few seconds for her mind to process what it was that she was looking at. This didn't be
The door opened at her third knock, interrupting her thoughts and Eileen Cline, the housekeeper invited her in. "Come in please Detective. Since you're here after all this time I'm guessing old Barney was right, you've found a body. Is it murder then?""Thank you Ms. Cline, and yes, there is a body, but the case is still in its early stages yet so we won't know more until we've done a thorough investigation." And if I tell you any more than that I'm sure the whole town will know have heard every word of it before I've driven away from this place.She was till getting used to the way things worked here in Briar Reef. The grapevine in a small town was almost as effective as the Internet and moved at just about the same speed. And with news of this magnitude she had no doubt that it would be making the rounds long before she got a handle on what was going on herself.She saw Mr. Doss sitting on a chair at the old woodblock table in the kitchen and made her way over to him. Poor old guy
Niall Davis was just about to call his wife. He'd been in meetings all morning and hadn't had a chance to check in on her and the kids. It's something he never forgets to do and he was sure she'd be wondering what was keeping him."Nancy?" He picked up the phone and spoke to his assistant who sat at a desk just outside the doors to his executive office."Yes Mr. Davis?""Has my wife called?""No sir, she hasn't would you like me to call her now? Oh wait a minute sir."He heard her greet someone who'd walked into the office. "Sir," she came back on the line, "the police are here, they say they need to speak with you." The police? What could they want?"Send them in." He hung up the phone and got to his feet as they came through the door, led by his assistant. He came around from behind his desk with his hands in his pockets."Hello, what can I do for you? That will be all Nancy." He turned his attention to his assistant who nodded in acknowledgement and left, closing the door beh
She was dead tired by the time she walked out of his office and out onto the street. Both physically and emotionally drained. It was almost three thirty by the time they got back to the station house and there was still tons of work to be done.She looked over her notes at her desk as she ate a stale tuna salad sandwich from the deli at the grocery store and took sips from her bottle of lukewarm water. "Pete, did you get that list of people I asked you for?""Yes I did boss." He tore off a sheet of paper from his notebook and walked over to drop it on her desk. "That's it? Just the O'Rourkes, the housekeeper and the nanny?" She looked up at him skeptically."All I came up with so far. It seems the lady was a very private person just like her husband said. If she hung around with anyone else no one knew. Other than her charity and her husband's partners at the bank there doesn't seem to be anyone who she was close to." He shrugged and walked back to his desk across from hers.She lo
Detective Sparks made her way up the stairs and heard the children at play. She cleared her throat to announce her presence and the other woman looked up at her entrance. The young nanny looked just as she'd expected, a brown haired Irish lass with light green eyes."Hello!" Her Irish accent was thick, her smile charming and Detective Sparks wondered at the folly of women who hire women like that to live in their house with their husbands and children. Not that she thought all pretty young girls had ulterior motives, but just one look and she was already picking up on the fact that this one at least, was a lot more than she seemed.Maybe it was the New Yorker in her that made her so cynical but whatever it was, her senses were already on high alert. All the same, she knew better than to pass judgment on someone just based on gut instinct alone."Hello, Bridgette, I'm Detective Sparks I'm here to ask you some questions about Mrs. Davis." The nanny looked down at the children, a boy
The farm was no less beautiful in the setting sun that it had been earlier this afternoon. She could see it from a different angle this time and noted that it was a shorter and more direct drive coming from the Davis estate. Unless of course your aim was a secret hideaway closer to the woods. 'Don't go there Celia' she chided herself.If Sonya Davis were having an affair with Riley O'Rourke, would she have gone to all that trouble to go into the woods? There were more than enough places scattered around the farm to go to if that were the case. And more comfortable too no doubt.They hadn't found any soiled mattresses hidden away, or a tent set up for secret trysts; nothing that would lead anyone to suspect someone was having sex out there. Not even an indentation in the grass. Surely they would've left some kind of evidence behind if this is something that had been going on for a while.Her eyes searched out the landscape; she could see silos, barns, some of them older and probably
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.