The Reign of Rain Robinson

by Roy Glenn

  If I’m asleep and you want some, just put it in me, I’ll wake up, Mileena told him once and it has become their policy. Carter lay next to her, looking at her ass and stroking himself. Once he was hard, Carter moved close to Mileena and lifted her leg. He ran the head along her lips a few times and then eased into her slowly.

  “Good morning,” Mileena mumbled after a few of Carter’s deep strokes.

  He kissed the back of her neck. “Hey, baby,” Carter whispered as he thrusted deeper inside of her and their bodies began to move in the sensual rhythm that was their lovemaking. Mileena immediately went to bucking that ass as he pounded away from behind. When she felt his body jerk, Mileena tightened her muscles around Carter’s length. He fucked Mileena harder and brought her to a gut-wrenching orgasm.

  He flipped Mileena over and entered her in a single thrust. She stared into his eyes, eyes that had driven her crazy since the day that she first looked into them. It was the same for Carter. Mileena’s eyes were driving him crazy and looking into those eyes while he was deep inside her made Carter want her even more than he already did. And that made him fuck her harder.

  Mileena moaned with pleasure while continuing to push back against Carter’s hard deep thrusts. Carter fucked her harder and faster and Mileena matched his power and intensity with each stroke, and it was in that moment that she started to cry. She loved Carter with all of her mind, body and spirit, and even though the love they made felt so damn good, Mileena felt conflicted.

  Conflicted because although being with Carter Garrison, the man she loved, the only man she had ever truly loved, was all she really wanted, but the reality was that it wasn’t going the way that she wanted it to go or thought it would go, and that fact made her very unhappy. And in that second, Mileena’s unhappiness resulted in her pushing back against Carter’s thrusts and soon, Mileena was screaming.

  “I’m cumming!” she shouted, and Carter was dropping his load right along with her.

  Chapter Ten

  Since they had been assigned the case, Kirk and Dawkins had spent the better part of the previous night reviewing the case files and the biological evidence presented by their lab; semen, blood, vaginal secretions, saliva, vaginal epithelial cells that were collected from the victims. Each of the victims had abrasions, bruises and lacerations on their mouth, throat, wrists, arms, breasts and thighs; the detectives studied those to try and understand the rapist’s methodology.

  However, while the two new partners did detective work, there was something else going on. When Dawkins wasn’t looking, Kirk was checking her out. Admiring her rich caramel skin, the slope of her nose, her long lashes and those pouty lips that he’d been digging since Sanchez first introduced them.

  But Kirk wasn’t the only one sneaking glances. While Kirk was going deep into the evidence, Dawkins was deep into checking him out. She had heard about Kirk long before she was introduced to him.

  He was Kirk.

  Like Sanchez said, Kirk was one of the best. His record with cases involving Mike Black aside, Kirk’s closure rate was one of the highest in the department, and the detective felt honored to be working with him.

  And he was so fuckin’ fine, Dawkins thought as she looked at him and admired his intense and focused brown eyes and the way that he looked at her. It’s probably the same stare he uses to make suspects cower in the interrogation room. But right now, those eyes were focused on her and they were making her wet and warm and that made her want to open up, and she wasn’t talking about her emotions.

  When Kirk had a question, instead of asking it right away, he’d look at her until she looked up, and then he’d ask his question. He’d listen to her answers, as well as the questions that she’d ask in response to try and get a sense of what type of detective she was.

  “Or were you a great undercover operative simply because you’re beautiful,” Kirk said softly as he was looking at her.

  Dawkins looked up. “Did you say something, detective?”

  “No. I was just thinking out loud.”

  “Anything you care to share?” Dawkins asked.

  She didn’t hear everything he said, but she was pretty sure she heard him say, you’re beautiful. So, she was interested to hear what he would say because if he remotely came on to her now, she’d probably pull him into an empty room.

  “I was thinking about the external trauma to the victim’s mouth, throat, wrists and arms being consistent with extended confinement.”

  Dawkins put down the file she was reading. “What about it?” she asked because what he was thinking about, if that’s really what he was thinking about, was important, and she wanted to know, and she needed time to decide whether she was going to ask about what he was referring to when he said, you’re beautiful. Again, an empty room was probably close by.

  “Well, we know that the bodies were most likely killed somewhere else and dumped at those locations. What we need to be looking for is something that is going to lead us to the actual crime scene. That, most likely, is the place he keeps the girls until he decides to kill them,” Kirk said, and Dawkins decided not to ask her question. But she would get back to it at a more appropriate time.

  “What do you think his trigger is? I mean, we know that he kept this last girl a week; did she do something to make him kill her, or does he keep them for a specific amount of time before he kills them?”

  “And since we don’t know when the other girls were taken, we have no way of knowing.”

  “We don’t even know for sure if he keeps multiple girls at the same time.”

  “Sorry, don’t know that either.”

  Dawkins exhaled and sat back. “I wonder why he does it.”

  “No single thing explains the motivation; anger, power, sadism, sexual gratification—”

  “And the list goes on. But then we have to take into account the perpetrator’s beliefs about things like family honor and sexual purity, his attitude towards male sexual entitlement, even his own past experiences of physical or sexual abuse can come into play with a serial rapist like this.”

  Kirk laughed. “Or it could be that he is just slap crazy,” he said, and Dawkins laughed along with him and right then and there, as they looked into each other’s eyes, each one knew a fuse had been lit.

  There was one other thing that was going on in the background that night. Detective Bautista had only called once, but she had sent several texts.

  The point of the call and each text was the same; “How much longer are you going to be there?” With her was implied, but not spoken.

  “Hold on,” Kirk said, and put Bautista on hold. “Excuse me, detective.”

  “Tell her I said hey,” Dawkins said as Kirk walked to another desk to take the call.

  “Hello.”

  “Didn’t want to talk to me in front of her?”

  “No. I don’t want to have a private conversation with you in front of her.”

  “How much longer are you going to be there? We need to talk,” Bautista breathed the words that no man ever wants to hear.

  “I don’t know. There is a lot of material to review to get up to speed.”

  “How’s it going?”

  “Like I said, it’s a lot to take in, so I’m gonna go now and get back to it.” Because I’m working, and I don’t want to have this conversation with you right now, Kirk thought but thought better than saying. “So, we’ll talk …” Kirk looked over at Dawkins as she looked at the crime scene images. She is beautiful. “… later. I gotta go,” Kirk said and ended the call without waiting for Bautista to say another word, and you know that made her mad. By the time Kirk got back to his desk, he had two new texts from Bautista expressing her displeasure. Kirk read them and shook his head.

  And what about that makes me wanna talk to you later, Kirk thought and put his phone away.

  It was after one in the morning when Kirk and Dawkins called it a night and made plans to meet at the place where the first girl’s body was found at seven in the
morning. Kirk walked Dawkins to her car, said good night, and headed for his car.

  He drove away from the precinct thinking that he and Bautista did, but really didn’t, need to talk. At least not from his point of view. Only thing that he wanted to talk about was her taking an unnecessary risk instead of waiting for backup. But now that they weren’t partners anymore, that conversation was no longer necessary. So, with that thought in mind, Kirk drove home and was glad that he didn’t give Bautista a key.

  “Otherwise, I’d be going to a hotel,” Kirk said aloud, because there is nothing like sleeping in peace.

  It was just before six later that morning when Kirk’s cell phone began ringing. He didn’t have to look at the display.

  “Hello, Marita.”

  “What happened to you last night?”

  “It was late, and I was tired, so I came home to get some rest. I’m meeting Dawkins at the sight where the first body was found at seven,” Kirk said with his face half in the pillow.

  “You could have come over here and gone to sleep. I wouldn’t have bothered you.”

  “Yes, you would. You wanted to talk.”

  “And you didn’t want to talk to me?”

  “No, Marita, I didn’t want to talk at one in the morning,” Kirk said, but Bautista had ended the call when he said, didn’t want to talk.

  “Good.” Kirk said and buried his head in the pillow, but since he knew what time it was, he kept the phone in his hand. It didn’t take long before the phone rang again.

  “Hello, Marita.”

  “Is she there with you?”

  “Who?”

  “Don’t play with me. Dawkins, is she there with you?”

  “No,” Kirk said, not believing, but yet believing where they were. “Dawkins is not here.” But the idea is appealing.

  “Did you ask for her as a partner?”

  “No, Marita, I did not ask for her as a partner.”

  “Then how did she get to be your new partner? She’s not homicide; she’s an undercover vice cop. So how did she get promoted to Major Case and being your partner on a serial murder case?”

  “We’ve been over this before. It came straight from the commissioner’s office.”

  “I think you did.”

  “Did what?”

  “Ask for her as a partner.”

  Kirk rolled over on his back. “And when did I do that?”

  “When did you do what?”

  “When did I ask for Dawkins as a partner? You think I did, I wanna know when I did it?” Kirk asked, and Bautista said nothing. “Good answer,” Kirk said after a while when she remained silent.

  “Did you at least fight for me?”

  “What?”

  “You said that the order came from the commissioner’s office and I’m asking if you fought for me to be your partner?”

  “No, I didn’t call the commissioner and say, hey Pete, I know you wanted Dawkins on the case for whatever reason, but I think Detective Bautista would be a better fit,” Kirk said and laughed. “It ain’t much, but I plan to retire with a pension.”

  “I’m serious,” Bautista said, but that was when his alarm went off.

  “Look, I gotta go meet Dawkins. I’ll call you later.”

  “When?” Bautista asked, but Kirk was already gone.

  At six fifty-one, Kirk arrived at the location where the first body was found to meet Detective Dawkins. The body was dropped behind a dumpster at a construction site and was discovered the following morning by the project manager. Kirk was surprised to see that Dawkins was already there and she was taking pictures.

  “Good morning, detective,” Dawkins said when she saw Kirk coming toward her. He was six feet tall, with a cinder block chest and salt and pepper close-cropped hair that made him both distinctive and distinguished. But there was a way about him.

  Maybe it’s his bordering on bad boy walk that makes him seem a little rugged, and very sexy.

  She wanted him.

  “Morning.” He was impressed for two reasons. First, because she had beaten him there and he was trying to get there before her. And she was taking pictures with a real camera.

  There was another reason Kirk was impressed, but it had nothing to do with police work. Detective Rachael Dawkins could dress her ass off. But there was a good reason for that; Jada still let her use all of her clothing accounts.

  “How are you this morning?” Dawkins asked.

  “I’m good,” Kirk said and took a step closer to her. “What about you?”

  “I’m tired and I need coffee.” She pointed at his cup. “And I notice that you didn’t bring me one.”

  “I didn’t know you wanted one, but next time, I will be sure to bring you a cup.” Kirk looked around the site. “So, any conclusions so far?”

  “Not yet, I basically just got here.” She held up her camera. “I wanted to get some shots of the scene and compare them to the images we have. See if anything jumps out at me.”

  “Good idea,” Kirk said, and the two detectives looked over the scene for a while before they were satisfied and were ready to move on to the next drop site.

  “Before we go, detective,” Kirk said and leaned against a nearby truck. “I think we need to talk about the big elephant in the room.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Jada West,” Kirk said casually.

  Dawkins exhaled, walked over and leaned on the truck shoulder to shoulder next to Kirk. “What about Jada West?”

  “Tell me about you and Jada West.”

  Dawkins looked deeply into Kirk’s intense eyes while she contemplated her answer. “Truth?”

  “Truth.”

  “The truth goes both ways now, detective,” Dawkins said. “Fair enough?”

  Kirk chuckled, because he knew she wanted to talk about Mike Black. “Fair enough.”

  “Truth was, I’ve come to like Jada West personally. At this point, I consider her to be a friend of mine. But I’m a cop, detective, and I’m a good cop; my record speaks for itself.”

  “It does. Near as I can tell, you’re a good, and more importantly, an honest cop.”

  Dawkins smiled. “Thank you for acknowledging that.”

  “You’re welcome. You were saying?”

  “I’m saying that I did my job. But you said you wanted to know the truth, so here’s the truth. Even though I knew exactly what she was doing, Jada West was smart enough not to do anything in my presence that I could make a case on.” Dawkins laughed a little. “I had no evidence to prove that Jada West was anything other than a shopaholic party girl.”

  “Couldn’t make a case?”

  “And I was sitting right next to her and I couldn’t get anyone to say a word about her and that was before she fell in love with the other big elephant in the room.”

  “Huh?” Kirk looked at her confused. “Who are you talking about?”

  “Mike Black.” She paused. “Oh, you didn’t know?” Dawkins laughed. “And you call yourself a detective.”

  “I am a detective,” Kirk said. “But I didn’t know that.”

  Dawkins laughed. “Jada fell in love with that man the first time she saw him.”

  “No shit.”

  “No shit. So now, let’s talk about you and Mike Black.”

  “What about him?” Kirk asked, but since he knew what she wanted to know, because it’s what everybody wants to know, why not just tell her what she wants to know. “He didn’t do it. A fact proven by the fact that she is alive, therefore, he couldn’t have killed her.”

  “True. But you didn’t know that at the time, but we’ll pass that for now.” She paused at smiled. “The word is that they arrested Black at the crime scene … blood on his hands … right next to the gun … and the body. They’re talking slam dunk and here you come.”

  “But you see, that’s why he couldn’t have done it.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because Mike Black is smart enough not to kill his wife … in his kitchen …
with his registered firearm … and get caught bloody by a couple of rookies kneeling over the body. That just wasn’t the type of killer Mike Black was. And I’m a cop, a good, honest cop, so yeah, I could have done nothing and let Black go to jail for all the murders that I was sure he committed but couldn’t prove.”

  “But you just couldn’t do it.”

  “No, detective, I couldn’t. So, I did my job.”

  “The homicide cop had to solve a homicide.”

  “But that’s not what you wanted to know, is it Detective Dawkins?”

  “No, Detective Kirkland, that is not what I want to know.”

  “Okay, here it is. I not only like Mike Black, but I respect him.” Kirk stood up. “And a part of that is because even though I knew exactly what he was doing, I never could make a case against him.”

  Dawkins stood up. “Couldn’t make a case, huh?”

  “Nope, not without compromising my integrity and falsifying evidence,” Kirk said as he walked away. “Black and Jada West, huh?”

  “Hot and heavy until his wife came back from the dead.”

  “No shit.”

  “No shit,” Dawkins said as they approached their cars.

  “Come on, detective, ride with me,” Kirk said, and then held the door open for her.

  “Thank you,” she said and got in the car. Kirk shut her door and then walked around the car to get in. “You know what, detective,” she said when he got in the car.

  “What’s that?”

  “I think I’d like for you to call me Racheal.”

  Kirk smiled. “Okay. Racheal, it is.” He started the car and drove off.

  “So, does that mean that I can call you William?”

  Kirk looked at her. “I prefer that you didn’t, but I won’t have you brought up on charges if you do.”

  Chapter Eleven

  It was afternoon by the time they had visited and evaluated all of the places where bodies were dropped.

  “So, what now, detective?” Dawkins asked as they drove away from the sight.