Death on the Sound

by Wayne Saunders

  “Mmmm, yes Abby,” was all she said.

  She worked quickly to remove my clothes, and mirrored my actions to her. Her hand found me center as her fingers sought my warm sheath.

  “Mmmm, I like the bare feel,” she said as her lips met mine in a nice sultry kiss.

  We continued for a few more minutes masturbating the other, and decided a shower was in order before we continued.

  Later, as my tongue was busy working along the trimmed center of her she was doing the same to me. I’d added two fingers along with my tongue as I sought her clit. I wanted to hear her when I found it only seconds later. Her hips came off the bed as my fingers worked the wetness inside her. She was having the same affect on me, when she found my clit almost at the same time. We both were in a sexual frenzy to make the other have their orgasm first. Maya’s hips thrust up in to my tongue, and my fingers went from two to three sheathed inside her. She did the same.

  Our moans and dirty talk filled the room as we told each other what we wanted. I easily found Maya’s clit and began to suck on it, hearing her moan of pleasure as I did. We were writhing together on my bed our heads buried in the other’s crotch. It was a screaming crescendo that announced our orgasms as our tongues and fingers performed their magic. It was a total accident, but we both were sated and panting slightly from our oral journey. Maya turned as I took her in my arms.

  “I think we both get high marks,” I said caressing her hard nipple.

  “We did do well, didn’t we,” she said.

  We lay in each other’s arms talking about our sexual likes and dislikes. The discussion was making us both very horny again, but Maya quelled our discussion with a discussion terminating kiss,

  “I think we should get some sleep. We’ll continue this when we have a weekend to delve deeper,” she said snuggling up to me.

  “Probably a good idea,” I said.

  As I lay in the dark listening to my new lover’s soft breathing, I was more sure now than ever that I’d done the right thing. Felix even jumped on the foot of the bed to give his seal of approval, as well. All was right with the world.

  Chapter 15

  We were up at six. Well, Maya was up I was watching her naked body move around the bedroom searching for her makeup bag. I finally got up, as Felix gave me his morning meow. He knew breakfast was close at hand. I walked into the bathroom and hugged Maya from behind, kissing her on the neck.

  “I’ll refrain from kissing you on the lips until after the brushing of teeth is done.”

  “Always the thoughtful lover,” she responded, giving my bare butt a pat.

  We dressed and had our breakfast, then paid homage to the guard cat before we left for the day.

  “Good luck with the DA Abby. Call me if you get a chance.”

  “I will and in the light of day, what we decided last night is the right thing to do.”

  “I think so too Abby.”

  Maya started up the ramp to the gate and waved to me as I trudged up the hill to catch the bus. She’d offered to give me a lift, but I was still a bit pensive about getting out of her car in front of the patrol officers that were in the middle of their shift change. No use poking the bull. In time, we would get there.

  The meeting with the DA went very well and Friday was the day for arresting Gino. It was not an easy decision to make. It would be a very public arrest, and in the busiest part of the city. There were many chances for issues to unfold, but we had no other choice.

  “Abby, are you sure we can trust this Tate person? His rep isn’t the best in the world,” said the DA.

  “I looked him straight in the eye as he was telling his story and I believe him. How about you Tom?” I said, turning to my partner.

  “I’m with you Abby. I think he was on the up and up.”

  “Okay, you two, the arrest warrant is being typed up now, and I’ll page you with the time and place tomorrow, before nine.

  Gino Canutillo’s office was downtown in a high rise bank building, trying to make him look like a regular businessman, and not the hoodlum he really is. The rest of Thursday would be spent tracking him, and projecting his schedule for Friday so he could be intercepted and arrested. We had to make sure where he was before we struck. If we were wrong he could escape, and be gone for good.

  Tom and I left the DA’s office at ten fifteen and headed back to our office. The day went quickly as Tom and I put the finishing touches on our case books for Sharon Keller. I was dotting the last “i” when my phone rang. I glanced up at the clock, it was one twenty.

  “Detective, this is Chuck at the state prison. One of my snitches just overheard one of our guards calling what sounded like Gino Canutillo. He told him that Tate had made a statement and the police would be after him. I’m sorry detective, but I thought I’d better warn you.”

  “Thanks Chuck. It looks like our day just got more excitement than we’d planned.”

  I hung up and called the DA. He was needless to say pissed at the half way mark of my call, and if beheading could be brought into the state, the guard would be the first to feel its blade.

  “I’ll call the chief and get the swat teams moving. Our current schedule shows Gino has meetings in his office all afternoon. You head over that way just in case he’s already moving.”

  “Okay, I’ll radio for two patrol cars to back us up,” I said.

  I hung up and called dispatch to have two black and whites sent to Columbia and Fifth Avenue. Tom and I scrambled downstairs and got our car. Tom drove while I contacted the black and whites that were already onsite circling the block.

  “1050, this is 4150. We’ve got a limo backed into the loading dock area. We’ve got it blocked, and unit 4162 is checking.”

  “Tom, go down Fourth Avenue, and let’s check the front,” I said hoping we’d get lucky.

  Tom flipped on the lights, and blipped the siren to get us through a red light. We shot down fourth with three blocks to go. Tom pulled up to the corner as we watched Gino running with a large satchel in hand, and his two body guards scanning the street. As the body guards were closing their doors, Tom shot away from the curb, and pulled in front of the limo. A cloud of blue smoke poured out of the rear tires as the limo backed around the corner, narrowly missing three pedestrians, and headed down Columbia toward the sound. Tom wheeled back and left his own cloud of blue tire smoke as we followed the limo. I radioed dispatch that we were in pursuit, and to notify all units that the downtown area would be the area of pursuit.

  The limo careened around the corner of Third Avenue and headed north. It was mid afternoon, and delivery trucks were scattered on each side of the street. The limo broadsided itself eastbound around the corner at University as Tom was closing the gap. I gave our location. We looked ahead to see a cruiser across the street, attempting to block the limo. The limo plowed into the back quarter of the patrol car sending it spinning to the curb. The limo then turned north up Fifth Avenue. Tom and I now had three patrol cars behind us, and I radioed our last turn as Tom was now two car lengths behind. There were three patrol cars blocking the street at Pike. The limo made another hard left and headed down the hill, west toward the sound. We were barreling down the steep hill, and pedestrians were jumping to the side at intersections as our siren, and all those behind us were giving our warning. By now all main streets were blocked. The limo and we were on a course for the front door of the Pike Street Market, one of the busiest areas of the city.

  We crossed over Second Avenue as a bullet gouged its way into our windshield, but didn’t make it through the heavy glass. Tom closed the gap as we sped closer to the turn at the bottom of Pike Street. When we had turned onto Pike, I’d radioed to clear the streets at the market. We had almost every patrol car in downtown Seattle in the chase or blocking streets and keeping pedestrians out of the chase. First Avenue was a hundred feet ahead as another bullet hit the windshield. The limo was fishtailing wildly as it avoided cars, and delivery trucks that had been abandoned in the street.
Tom slowed slightly to have more control on the corner at the market. It was now dead ahead of us as we watched the limo start its broadside turn around the corner and onto Pike Place. The backend of the limo wiped out a large stack of produce that had just been delivered. There was lettuce, cabbage, and broccoli from one side of the street to the other. Tom’s tires lost traction in the mush of squashed vegetables, and we took our own stack of vegetables out as we jarred to a temporary halt. Tom floored it, and we shot forward as our tires moved onto dry pavement. The limo was a half a block ahead, but was having to slow because of all the parked cars. We were coming to Stewart Street, and I saw a black and white swerve into the path of the speeding limo. The patrolman leaped out and rolled away, on the ground, just before the limo slammed into the side of the patrol car, and started its flight over the hood of the patrol car. The limo had become airborne, and was spiraling in the air like an NFL football on Sunday afternoon. Tom slowed and stopped just as we crossed Stewart. We both jumped out, and started to run. The limo continued its pirouette and slammed through a chain link fence. I slowed my pace as I realized where we were, finally. The limo had just flown into the construction site where Sharon Keller had been killed. Gino was involuntarily returning to the scene of the crime. We both were trotting now, and heard the crash of the limo as it struck the ground at the bottom of the muddy hole. Tom and I skidded to the edge of the large hole, and looked down at the smoke and fire that was just starting below us. Four patrolmen were already mired in the muddy ground pulling at doors and hauling people out. As we watched, four people were pulled out. Two looked like they hadn’t made it, but Gino and his driver were moving and yelling for help.

  Tom and I walked around to the top of the ramp. Gino was favoring a nasty looking broken leg, and the driver’s arm was hanging at an unnatural angle. Four medical units were at the curb. There would be a long escort of police cars to take them to the hospital. Jamison’s car came sliding to a stop as he jumped out and ran to where Tom and I were standing.

  “What’s going on? Did anyone survive?”

  He then noticed Gino and his driver being helped up the hill, and his face lit up with a smile.

  “Alright!” he said as his arm pumped into the air in front of him.

  Jamison turned and gave Tom and me a high five as the patrolmen hauled the two survivors by us.

  The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning up our mess from the car chase. There were a few injured pedestrians, but most of all we were all glad that the jerk hadn’t gotten away. I sent Tom home at four. In the excitement of the chase, he’d missed his lunch again, and he looked a bit off. I sat at my desk entering the final notes to Sharon’s case, and my phone rang.

  “Sounds like you caused quite a stir downtown today ran out of things to do?” said my sweetie.

  “Yeah, it was getting slow. There hasn’t been a good car chase downtown for four or five years. How’s the new almost ME doing?”

  “Since, you don’t have anything to do tonight, I thought I’d buy some steaks, and we could barbeque at your place. I know you hate to leave Felix alone.”

  “He does get a bit peckish at the end of the day. How about six?”

  “I’ll see you then and good work today Abby.”

  “Thanks Maya.”

  I hung up and closed up shop. I stood at the bus stop, still feeling the remnants of the high that I’d been on during the chase. There’s always the adrenalin that surges inside you, and the thrill of the chase can’t be matched for a policeman. The down side is sometimes you don’t come out the other side alive. Luckily the statistics are on our side, but lady luck sometimes rolls snake eyes and one of us dies. We that are left behind grieve and cry, but in the end it’s about the chase.

  It was almost May, so my shorts and a T-shirt felt good. I always dress up for barbeques with my dates. Felix, true to form, followed and hounded me until his food was opened and placed before him. I setup the grill and got it heating at five til’ six. At six ten, Maya walked in with a bag in one hand and two garment bags.

  “Are we going on a trip and you haven’t told me?” I asked.

  “No, but since I seem to be spending a lot of my time here, I thought I’d bring some clothes over.”

  “Good idea. You go get your clothes put away, and I’ll start the steaks.”

  I took the bag from her and was rewarded for my harrowing day with a kiss. Sometimes that’s all the reward I need. Maya headed upstairs while Mr. Barbeque and I got the steaks ready for the grill. However, that lasted for about a minute until Felix smelled the lack of evidence; I wasn’t cooking fish. He walked off in a huff, and gave me that look that only disgruntled cats can give as he turned five times, and laid his fat-self down.

  The steaks were sizzling outside as I stood at the sink cutting up a salad. I felt my favorite arms around me as I worked.

  “Excuse me madam, but could you check the steaks while I finish here,” I said.

  I set the knife down and turned into a hug and a pre dinner kiss. I looked into Maya’s eyes, and got lost for a second or two. I swatted her lightly on the butt, and turned her toward the barbeque.

  “Don’t let the steaks burn.”

  We finished our dinner, sleeping cat and all. We talked about Maya’s promotion and my closed case. After two glasses of wine, a hot shower, and some serious fooling around, we lay snuggled in my bed. Maya’s soft purring snore finally lulled me to sleep.