JamesOnce they are out of sight, I join Richard, where he is standing by, watching Stanton directing operations.Already two men are marking out an area some twenty yards square, roping it off as they go. The geophys team are setting up their equipment...."Magnetic survey?" I ask Richard. "Ah-ha. The ground was thoroughly disturbed during the original demolition and flattening of the area. Hopefully, this way we can find the cellar before we bring in the Cats and the diggers.""Is that why you're hanging around?""They're my diggers," he huffs, but then, "No, not really. It just feels like something that.... I don't know....""Something that should be witnessed?"He nods. "That's about it, yes."Two ops with their magnetic contraptions start at opposite ends of the marked-off area, pacing in a steady, practised way. "I don't think there's much you can offer here right now," says Richard. "Perhaps you'd be better going to see if Charlotte's alright?"*****At Mi
James"Mr Alexanders! This is a crime scene." It's Will Stanton's voice, sharp with rebuke and anger. "Will you kindly leave immediately." His flashlight aimed directly at me, he is merely an indistinct silhouette against the glare."Yes, of course," I mutter. "My apologies. I was leaving anyway."He walks up to me, footsteps scratching on the stone. "Have you touched anything? Disturbed anything?" And now I can see him, his face etched into hard-edged shadows."No, I was just looking. I wanted to see.... Where they had her.... It's like a living death." I look back to the disturbed patches of earth and his torch beam follows. "Are those…?" I can't finish the sentence.He mellows, sounding more sympathetic. "We think so, yes. Forensics are on their way.... It's hard to imagine, isn't it? Locking up kids in a place like this."Nausea rises, my gut clenching.Jade.... what did they do to you? .... How much of this do you remember?"I'm going to see to the bastards that
JamesAs we step into the room, Charlotte falters and instantly, Michael is there, her hand in his again........ and I follow, staying quiet."It's mirrored glass," says Will. "They can't see you." He nods across to the uniformed officer standing by. "And there are plenty of us around for you."She nods acknowledgement then stands and looks.On the other side of the glass stand nine men, broadly similar in looks and dress, all blank-faced, staring straight ahead.She surveys them, her gaze flicking from face to face, then points "That's him.""You sure of that?" says Will. "You don't want to think about it?""No, I'm sure. That's him."Will head-points Michael to take her out. He's looking tired, strained, with dark shadows under his eyes. But he tugs gently at her hand. "Let's get something to eat, eh?""She's going to make an excellent witness," comments Will after they leave."Yes?""Yes. Very sure of herself. She pulled Lauriz straight out of that line-up.
Richard"James, are you quite well?"He's pale, unsettled, and his concentration isn't on the job in hand. He isn't well. That's perfectly plain, but I'm not sure exactly what is bothering him....Restless, he stands, then sits, then stands again, swiping a hand through his hair.He wants to talk....I wait...."Richard.... I was down there, in that cellar."What the fuck....?"How...?""Never mind. I was there"What is the right thing to say here…?.... Damned if I know...."Not a pleasant place I imagine, a cellar?""No, it's not. But it's more than that. Richard, it looks as though there are.... remains.... down there, buried at the far end...."For a few seconds, what he's saying to me doesn't make sense.Remains…?.... Human remains?"James, you mean…? And that's where Charlotte was imprisoned? And the other children?""Yes, I can't stop thinking about how she must have felt.... "This isn't the James I'm used to. He normally seems so.... unto
JamesThe following morning Richard and Beth join us for breakfast, accompanied by Ross who from God-knows-where produces enormous quantities of oatmeal, eggs and ham, orange juice and coffee. Will joins us but only knocks back cup after cup of black coffee.After half an hour's steady work which leaves the table looking rather empty, both Michael and Charlotte look much revived."I want to go home," says Charlotte."It's pretty rough and ready," says Richard. "You're welcome to stay here. You'll be a lot more comfortable.""But it's not home," she says.Michael beams.That just made his day."There's no reason you can't," says Will. "We know now what we're looking for. So long as you have an internet connection you can do it all remotely.*****Over the next day or so, I try to stay cheerful at home, not to let my grim mood show. And all the while I wonder how to give the news to Charlotte that she can't return to her university.I can expect stiff resistance the
JamesCharlotte hasn't noticed me yet, so silently, I wait.... Her office is tiny, as befits a student trainee. The floor is a very basic vinyl lay and the walls are a bleak institutional beige. Haswell likes her, but she has to earn her privileges..... She'll enjoy them all there more when she gets there....But for all its lowly status, I know my Green-Eyes values this office and what it stands for above pearls..... She earned the right to it and it's hers....Just now, all her attention is locked on her laptop screen. She jabs at keys, swearing in a low voice, but not so low I can't hear what she's saying......... That is not the language of a lady........ She'll have to do something about that if she wants to get anywhere....With a final muttered obscenity....Why are swear words always either sexual or religious…?.... she sits back, arms folded, glaring at the screen, then abruptly spots me, jolting in her seat before her smile unfolds, blooming bright.
JamesI have her, open to me and barely able to do more than mumble.Her legs back over my shoulders as I kneel once more, I take a few moments to enjoy the view; her gorgeous pink pussy, blushing to scarlet and gleaming at the core with the trickle of her juices waiting to be enjoyed. Opening her up, I use both hands to stretch her wide for me as she quivers and trembles under my touch.I think she wants to pant, but through her stuffed mouth she can't. Instead, her breathing through her nose is loud and as I bob up to check she's okay, her chest is rising and falling rapidly.Her clit is begging for attention, so easing back the sheath, I taste the small shaft with the tip of my tongue. She rumbles and trembles and her perfume grows suddenly pungent with a rush of her juices.A finger inside her sodden pussy is hot and slick with her honey and she moans again as I add another finger, then another, stretching her as I delve in for her sweet spot. The inner muscle pulses arou
JamesBack at the house the workmen are packing up and leaving for the day. A solitary drill whines out from somewhere-or-other and Michael is standing at the front with a hard-hatted individual, alternately tracing out some detail on the plans spread out in front of them, then pointing out to the hotel and painting lines in the air. As we drive by he waves and smiles, and Charlotte bursts into a sunbeam smile."Why don't you go through to the hotel and have a bath while we're waiting for Michael. The workmen should have left, and you'll have some privacy." I suggest. "I'll get the meal on.""Don't you want some help with that, Master?" She peers across at where I am chopping onions."No, it'll only take me ten minutes to get it cooking. You go and relax. I can see you're tired."For 'tired'… read 'upset'........ and it's my fuckin' fault again...."Mmmm…" She nods, noncommittally, then vanishes into the bedroom to emerge with towels and a robe. "I won't be long.""Tak