by Justus Roux
“Someone killed him. I know. I found that out when I went to ask him a few questions.”
“Why would someone kill him?”
“Who knows. Maybe a disgruntled tenant, random scumbag, who knows. It certainly put a crimp in things.”
“Monica talked with Detective Dane. Of all the people she runs into him at the crime scene. He said he will keep her updated.”
“What did she say to Detective Dane?”
“That she was coming to visit her friend Adam…”
Fuck! Michael wanted to scream. What the hell was that little bitch doing there in the first place? Didn’t he say he had this covered? Adam was the one he thought might go snooping around. He never consider that Monica would be the one who would do that. That fucking little bitch. Now that damn detective will no doubt look into Adam, he wouldn’t be much of a cop if he didn’t.
“Are you alright?” Nicole asked.
“Monica shouldn’t have done that she could have gotten hurt.”
“I know that is what I told her.”
“I will see if anyone from the charity foundation might have gotten access to Adam’s apartment, though I’m not quite sure how I will go about that yet. It’s worth looking into.”
They changed the conversation. Nicole felt better he could see it, but his mind was spinning.
After lunch he took her shopping for artwork to put in his apartment. He let her choose two pieces. She seemed pleased with her choices and he had to admit he kind of liked the abstract art she picked out. They went back to his apartment where she decided where the paintings should go.
“Are you sure you are okay with me decorating your apartment?” Nicole said.
Michael rushed up to her and lifted her up in his arms. “I told you that I like it.” He carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed then he climbed on next to her. “Move in with me,” he said, smiling down at her.
“I would love to but I help Monica pay rent on our apartment.”
“You can still do that.”
She grabbed a hold of him and pulled him down to her. She kissed with all the excitement she felt. The thought of waking up beside him every morning…she wanted to burst with joy. She pushed him away until he was lying on his back. She slowly pulled up his t-shirt. He helped her take it off of him.
“Your body is perfect,” she said softly as she kissed down his chest. His body was so hard, yet his skin was soft. His skin tasted good as she licked down to his belly button as she undid his jeans. He helped her to remove them then he laid back down. She took his hard cock into her mouth and leisurely sucked on it. She wanted to savor the taste of him, enjoy having her mouth filled with his hardness. She felt his hand in her hair gently stroking.
Michael moaned loudly and lifted his hips to drive more of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed him to the hilt causing his cock to twitch in her mouth. Damn, her mouth felt so fucking good. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled urging her to move her head up and down a bit faster. She followed the pace he had set.
“I’m going to cum…” he moaned.
She kept sucking, waiting to taste his cum. She felt his hips lift off the bed then his cum splashing in her mouth. She savored every drop of his cum as she slowly let his cock slide out of her mouth. She climbed on top of him and rubbed her pussy back and forth on his cock coaxing it back to life. Once his cock was hard again he grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deeply in her. She licked her lips wanting to taste him as she rode his cock. Her orgasm was swift and strong. She felt him roll them over so now he was on top. He lifted her hips up so that her legs were propped up on his shoulders. He drove his cock harder and harder into her. She looked up at him, her gaze locking with his. His gaze was always so intense, even more so when his face was etched with pleasure. He used his right hand to rub her clit as he rammed his cock into her over and over.
“Come, woman.” His voice was deep and commanding. “Come for me.”
“Yes, Sir, yes, yes!” she cried out. Her vision blurred for a moment from the pleasure of her orgasm. When her gaze refocused she watched him arched his head back and cry out in pleasure. Her whole body tremble from seeing his pleasure.
He slowly pulled his cock from her and lowered her legs down, then he laid next to her.
“Whew, that was hot,” he said.
“I second that.” She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her body up next to his.
“Well, you going to move in with me?” he asked as he kissed the top of her head.
“Yes,” she said softly.
Neither said another word. They just laid there holding each other. Her thoughts were of the joy of going to be with him all the time. His thoughts was on how he was going to kill that damn detective and rid himself of that fucking nuisance once and for all.
***
“You better not be checking on that lawyer. You get this department involved in a lawsuit and the chief will have your ass,” Rodney said.
“I’m not stupid. I know that asshole Michael Lyons doesn’t make idle threats. I really hate that guy,” Tim said.
“Because all the chicks around here think he is hot or because he is a defense lawyer?”
“The lawyer thing yeah, I hate lawyers, but that asshole is so fucking arrogant…oh I could just punch that bastard in the face.”
“Don’t get your blood pressure up. Oh, here, Bobby dropped this off for you.” Rodney handed Tim a folder.
“Cool.”
“What is it?”
“Just some info on that cold case I was looking into.” Tim couldn’t tell his partner that he to digging up some dirt on Michael Lyons. Plus, he was waiting on those background checks of Adam Matthews and Monica Jenkins. Since he didn’t know which one this was he had to tell a small fib to his partner.
“Well, I’m going to head out and question some people who knew Linda Bennett. Man, this case is getting to me. There are eight more cases similar to this one.”
“I know. Six women and two men all tortured and killed, their bodies dumped all over the Chicago area. This has to be the same person doing this.”
“This Linda Bennett one though…her kid has nowhere to go and will have to be put in foster care.”
“Oh shit they didn’t find any family members to take the little girl?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“I’m putting overtime on this one.” Rodney grabbed his jacket and left the office.
Tim opened the envelope, inside was info on Monica Jenkins and Adam Matthews. He looked at Monica’s info first there wasn’t much there. It appeared she has had a pretty normal life. He turned his attention to Adam Matthews file.
“Holy fuck.” Tim stood and grabbed his jacket then headed out. He went to Adam’s apartment, but no one answered the door. He called Monica hoping she might know where Adam was. Tim headed over to Monica’s apartment.
“Detective Dane,” Monica said when she opened the door.
“Hello again, Miss Jenkins.”
“Please call me Monica. Come in.”
Tim followed her to the kitchen.
“This is Adam.”
“Detective, did you find out something about my landlord’s murder?”
“Not yet, but I do want to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure, sit down.”
Tim looked at Adam. This guy was fucking handsome. Hell he reminded him of that asshole Michael Lyons. The wheels in Tim’s mind were spinning. For the last few days he looked up everything about Michael’s past and the fact that Adam did look remarkably similar to Michael…the pieces were starting to click together.
“If you prefer we can talk in private,” Tim said, looking at Monica.
“I will leave you two alone,” Monica said, heading to her room.
“What is this about?” Adam asked.
“Well, two things actually. First I did a quick check on you and I see that you have served some time for assault and battery back wh
en you were twenty one. How old are you now?”
“Thirty four.”
“Well, you see, Mr. Matthews. I can’t help but make a connection between someone who could beat another man so badly that he goes to jail for it and your landlord lying dead in the morgue.”
“What?! You think I did that?”
“It’s not that big of a leap now is it. Who was Simon Rutledge?”
“He was my sister’s boyfriend.”
“Why did you feel the need to kick his ass?”
“You have my file…he beat my sister and I wasn’t going to let him get away with doing that. When I got out of jail I found out my sister went back to this asshole and he was abusing her again, so I kicked his ass again.”
“Why would she go back to such a man?”
“That is a damn good question. She claimed she loved him.”
“Do you talk to your sister anymore?”
“Nope.”
“And why not?”
“It was her choice not mine. I guess she blamed me for that asshole leaving her.”
“Well now that is fucked up.”
“Yep.”
“You had one DUI as well about five years after that.”
“I was in a rough patch in my life. What the hell does this have to do with me supposedly killing my landlord?”
“Where were you that day?”
“I was here. Monica and Nicole can back that up.”
“I also found out that you were the recipient of one of Michael Lyons’ art foundation thing. Is this true?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you know, Mr. Lyons?”
“A few years now.”
Tim’s attention went to the front door.
“Well, I will be God damned. Hello, Mr. Lyons, we were just talking about you.”
“Detective Dane, what are you doing here?” Nicole asked as she came out from behind Michael.
“Hello, Miss Fisher. It is always a pleasure. Since you are here can you vouch for Mr. Mathew’s whereabouts on the day his landlord was killed?”
“Yes, he was here with me and Monica.”
“I didn’t know that Adam knew you through your foundation, Mr. Lyons.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Michael said.
“Well, it’s your foundation that paid the rent on Adam’s apartment. Did you ever talk to the landlord of the building?”
“Oh come on now, Mr. Dane, I don’t have to answer any of your questions and neither do you, Adam. I also got wind of you digging through my past. Do you have just cause to be doing that? Or do I need to put a cease and desist order on you. You are asking to be sued, Mr. Dane.”
“I fucking hate you lawyers. You always have to make everything so complicated.” Tim stood. “Thank you for answering my questions, Adam. You have saved me a lot of time.”
Monica came out of her room.
“And you, Monica, I will keep you updated about the case.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dane.”
“It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Lyons and Miss Fisher. I will show myself out.” Tim left the apartment.
“What happened?” Nicole said.
“Yeah Adam, why the fuck did you answer that asshole’s questions?” Michael said.
“I have nothing to hide. I didn’t kill my landlord so what harm would it do to answer his questions.”
“You are so fucking naïve.” Michael tried to control his temper.
“No, I’m not naïve I’m just honest. Why didn’t you just answer his questions, Michael?”
“That fucker was fishing. He has no clue who killed your landlord. I have dealt with cops my entire career, so I know how to handle someone like Tim Dane. Most cops follow the rules, but there are some like Tim who like to skate the rules. They want to pin blame on someone so badly that they blind themselves to the truth. Then of course you have the corrupt cops who conveniently put innocent people away to serve their own needs. I’m not sure which of the two categories this asshole detective falls under yet, so it’s best just to go through legal channels.” Michael turned to Nicole. “This is one of the reasons I became a defense lawyer, Nicole. I wanted to make sure innocent people didn’t wind up in jail.”
“What about the ones you know are guilty?” Monica said.
“Everyone deserves a fair trial, Monica. Innocent until proven guilty.”
“Is Adam in trouble?” Nicole said.
“No. You and Monica give him an airtight alibi, so that should stop Tim in his tracks.”
“Adam…” Monica sat at the table. “I didn’t mean to overhear what you and Mr. Dane were talking about…”
“This is a small apartment.” Adam chuckled. He really didn’t want to pick at that emotional scab, but it looked like he had no choice. “I served time in jail when I was twenty one. My sister was being abused by her boyfriend and I put a stop to it. Not the greatest time in my life and I’m a bit ashamed for having a criminal record.”
“You shouldn’t feel ashamed about that. You were only protecting your sister,” Nicole said.
“That explains why Tim came over here to question you. Your criminal record paints you as being prone to violence even if your reasons were justified,” Michael said.
“Well great. First they drag me in for questioning about Mindy’s murder now they think I killed my landlord.”
Michael tried to hide his smile. This couldn’t be working out any better. He had no idea that Adam had a criminal record it never occurred to him to look. This will make setting up Adam that much easier.
“I have to stay here tonight. Is it okay if I pack up my stuff later and bring it to your place?” Nicole asked.
“Sure, I understand.”
“Wait, you are moving in with him?” Monica said.
“Yep.” Nicole grabbed Michael’s hand. “Don’t worry I will still chip in my share of rent and hanging out with you guys.”
“Don’t you think you two are moving a bit fast?” Monica didn’t like the idea of Nicole living with Michael. She looked at Michael…damn this guy gave her the creeps. There was no way she was going to let her friend move in with him.
“I don’t think so,” Nicole said.
“I will leave you to talk with your friends, Nicole. I got some work to finish up,” Michael said as he leaned down and kissed Nicole. “I will see you at work tomorrow then we will discuss the best time for you to move in. I don’t want to rush you.” Michael turned his attention to Adam. “Don’t be talking to any more police officers. They want to ask you questions you tell them you need to speak with your lawyer then you call me, alright?”
“You know more about this stuff than I do, so I will take your advice.”
Michael just smiled at Monica and didn’t say a word to her. He kissed Nicole one last time then left the apartment. He went to his car. He sighed when he saw Tim sitting in a car a few car lengths back.
“Alright, asshole, if this is what you want.” Michael started his car and took off. He kept looking in his rear view mirror to make sure Tim was still following him. Michael headed to the warehouse district. This time of night most of the truck drivers and warehouse workers will be going home. There might be a few truck drivers lingering to get their loads delivered or pickup tomorrow. Michael was counting on this.
Michael smiled when he saw Tim still following him. He pulled down Fulton Street to one of the warehouses. There were two semi-trucks parked on one of the lots, one was idling the other wasn’t. There was no obvious security on this lot. Michael pulled up alongside of the semi-truck that wasn’t idling. He got out of his car and walked around to the front of it and leaned up against the hood.
Tim pulled up a few feet in front of him and got out of his car.
“Why are you following me?” Michael said.
“Why are you at some warehouse?”
Michael stood straight. “I knew you were following me and I wanted to see how long you planned on doing it.”
&n
bsp; “Alright enough games. There is something not right about you. I thought at first you were just a major asshole who was full of himself, most of you pretty boys are. Yet, the way you were so cold, so uncaring about that child murderer, that didn’t sit right with me.”
“Ah, were you disappointed that I didn’t break down in tears after hearing what that asshole did to those kids.”
Tim closed the door to his car and moved closer to Michael.
“I wanted to get anything on you. Hell I didn’t care if it was just an unpaid traffic ticket. I wanted the pleasure of putting your smug ass in cuffs.”
“Oh, that explains you snooping around in my past.”
“That’s another thing, how did you know that.”
“Your partner told me.”
“What? Why would he do that?”
“He knew you are like a dog with a bone and you would keep harassing me until you got your precinct sued. He was trying to protect you from yourself. He assured me he would make you stop.”
“Yeah, I am like a dog with a bone and you want to know what this dog dug up.”
“Sure, this should be interesting.” Michael casually put his hand in his dress pant pocket and grabbed his pocket knife. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it in his hand as he flipped it open then he casually placed the hand with the knife on the hood of his car.
“When you were fourteen your best friend died in a freak accident. When you were sixteen a young woman was found dead near your family’s vacation home. Strange that she was murdered just like these eight people around the Chicago area had been.”
“And…”
“Just before you went to Yale, your girlfriend…” Tim grabbed his little notebook and flipped it opened. “Jenny Thompson was murdered.”
“The point of bringing up painful memories is?”
“Oh, I’m not done. While you were attending Yale, eight women and two men were brutally murdered again just like the victims here in Chicago. A Maxwell Stevens was convicted of their murders, who oddly enough, lived in the same dorm you did. A Kim Nichols was also murdered, be it differently than the others around that same time. She was seen with you on occasion. And another thing that was rather odd Maxwell Stevens looked remarkably similar to you. And I will be damned, but the winner of your saving the arts bullshit foundation Adam Matthews also bears a striking resemblance to you. I also did a search of unsolved murders with the same M.O. as the ones here in Chicago and there are ten of them. I bet if I dug up your flight history I can put you in each area those murders happened.”
