The Reign of Rain Robinson

by Roy Glenn

  “This guy’s been at this a long time,” Kirk said and stared at the pictures. Some of them were taken recently and those included the seven murdered girls that they were assigned. But it was clear that some were taken years ago. Some of the girls had torn clothing on, while others were naked, and most had visible signs of the abuse they had suffered.

  “I’m gonna call and get a team down here,” Dawkins said and was reaching for her phone when Kirk stopped her.

  “No, don’t call them,” he said, still staring at the pictures.

  “What do you wanna do?” Dawkins asked.

  “Wait for the bastard to come back.”

  Chapter Twenty-five

  “What are we gonna do about the door?” Dawkins asked as they came out of the basement and headed for the door.

  “Get to him before he gets to it,” Kirk said and closed the door as best he could behind them. The detectives walked back up the street to their car, got in and then they waited.

  Waited for hours.

  With nothing else to do, they talked about the case for the first couple of hours. During that time, they were able to get some information about their suspect. The house was owned by a Mrs. Juanita Anderson, deceased, who was survived by three children, Jenifer, Sheila and a son; Fredrick.

  “Whose whereabouts are currently unknown,” Dawkins began. “And have been unknown since being released from prison after serving five years for a rape conviction.”

  “That’s our guy,” Kirk said calmly, but he was burning inside and had been since he stood in front of that wall and looked at those pictures. He couldn’t wait to catch this guy, and Dawkins knew it. The fact that he didn’t want her to call it in and the look in his eyes and on his face told her that she needed to watch her new partner and be prepared to have his back.

  “So, why’d you become a cop?” Dawkins asked

  “It’s a long dull story.”

  “We seem to have plenty of time.”

  “You really wanna know?”

  “Yeah.” Dawkins leaned toward him and smiled. “I wanna know you, William,” she said and as promised, Kirk went into a long dull story about the neighborhood he grew up in and wanting to make a difference.

  “What about you, Rachael, why’d you become a cop?”

  Dawkins sat back. “I needed a job.”

  “That’s it?”

  “I know it’s not as lofty and noble a reason as yours, but that’s it.”

  Kirk laughed.

  “After I graduated college, I applied for every job I could. They called me first.”

  “And you needed a job.”

  “And nobody else was calling,” she giggled. “So, I took the job and here I am, a decorated detective.”

  As it began to get late, the topic of discussion turned from police work to food and the fact that neither of them had eaten since they had coffee and donuts that morning. Kirk got out and stayed out of sight, while Dawkins went to get them something to eat. When she came back, she had burgers, fries and a box of coffee.

  “They say it keeps it hot for hours, and we might be here a while,” Dawkins told Kirk when he got in the passenger seat.

  And as Dawkins predicted, they were there a while, so they talked and eventually their conversation got around to the day that they spent together.

  You know, how funny their exchange with Rain was:

  You wanna hear what I got, or you want me to just handle this mutha fucka for you?

  The robbery, the shootout, and Dawkins saying:

  This last one is mine.

  And naturally, that eventually led to them talking about what happened next and how good it was.

  Oh yeah, this is gonna be good.

  And that led them to the conversation that neither Kirk nor Dawkins wanted to really have, but they both knew they had to, and since they were sort of on the subject and had plenty of time …

  “What’s up with you and Bautista?”

  “She’s not speaking to me,” Kirk said simply and hoped that would end it but knowing that it wouldn’t.

  “I saw that quite clearly. And still I ask, what’s up with that, detective?” Dawkins asked and since he had plenty of time, Kirk told her about the fight they had.

  “It ended with her saying fuck you,” Kirk said, deciding that it was best to leave out the and that bitch part for obvious reasons, “and slamming the door on her way out.”

  “Okay,” Dawkins said, and even though she had a bunch more questions the she wanted to ask, she kept them to herself. Knowing that she would get back to them in a more appropriate setting, she slowly eased back into talking about how good it was between them. The flirtatious, and at times, explicit conversation had Dawkins wet and wanting him and that was when she noticed his dick print and began thinking …

  How unprofessional would it be?

  And was about to pull up her skirt when she saw the car lights in her side mirror. “Car’s coming,” she said.

  “What were you getting ready to do?” Kirk asked as the car passed where they were parked.

  “They’re slowing down.”

  “Yeah, I see that, but what were you getting ready to do?”

  “They’re stopping in front of the house,” Dawkins said and glanced at Kirk. “Something unprofessional,” she said, before returning her focus to the car. “Think that’s our guy?”

  “He’s getting out,” Kirk replied, and glanced at Dawkins thinking that he would have been down to be unprofessional right along with her. “And he’s looking around.”

  “That’s our guy.”

  “Patience.”

  They sat impatiently as the man walked slowly around to the back of the car. He looked around again and then he opened the trunk. After looking around one more time, he bent over and leaned in.

  “Is that a body?” Dawkins asked.

  “Let’s go see,” Kirk said and was out the car and rushing down the street toward the house. As they got closer, it was clear that he was carrying a girl’s body and the detectives drew their weapons.

  “Police!” they both shouted.

  When he turned and saw them coming, he ran and tried to make it to the house with Kirk and Dawkins behind him. When he noticed that the door had already been kicked in, he went inside and put the unconscious girl down. As quickly as he could, he tried to drag the couch in front of the door, but it was too late for that. When Kirk and Dawkins burst through the door, he tried to run for the kitchen.

  “Police!” Dawkins shouted.

  “Make sure the girl is all right!” Kirk yelled and ran in the kitchen after him. He got as far as the door before Kirk grabbed him and spun him around.

  With a firm grip on his coat, Kirk reached back and punched him. And Kirk kept on punching him in the face, over and over until his face was a bloody mass.

  “Kirk, stop!” Dawkins shouted excitedly when she came in the kitchen and saw her partner beating their suspect.

  As Kirk swung away, she rushed up behind him. “William!” she shouted again.

  And after hitting him twice more, Kirk stopped and let the man’s beaten and bloody body fall to the ground.

  As Kirk stood over the body, breathing hard and with blood on his hand, Dawkins knew that this was the part about having her partner’s back.

  “He shouldn’t have resisted arrest,” she said. “I’ll call and get a team down here.”

  “Right.”

  Chapter Twenty-six

  It was Sunday afternoon, and like most American families, the Ray’s were about to sit down for dinner. And since they were expecting a guest, Pam was pulling out all the stops. Although she was an excellent cook when she felt like cooking, this wasn’t one of those days. So, Pam called Cuisine and asked Chef Aja if she would mind making something special for the occasion.

  The master chef always relished any opportunity to do for The Family that had taken her in, protected her in her darkest hour, and had been so good to her. Aja prepared stuff veal breas
ts with lemon, parsley skillet-roasted fingerling potatoes, seared mushrooms with garlic and thyme, broccoli, and spinach soup with avocado toast.

  “Everything is ready to serve,” Pam said, glancing at the clock on the wall in the kitchen.

  Bobby put his arms around his wife. “Relax, food is ready, and the table is set. Everything will be fine.”

  “I know.”

  “Besides, it’s not like she hasn’t been here before, you know,” Bobby said and nibbled on her neck.

  “Don’t start, Bobby,” Pam said with a smile and wiggled out of his embrace. When Bobby almost died, they each realized what they had in the other and they have been hot for each other ever since. “And I know she’s been here before, but this is her first time having Sunday dinner with us and I want everything to be perfect.”

  Outside the house, Tenikka parked her Benz in the driveway and got out. It was her first time being invited to have dinner with her new family, and she was excited. She rang the bell and when the door opened, it was Pam that let her in and welcomed her. For the first time, Tenikka felt like she was a part of the family, and not her father’s unwanted child, and she had Barbara to thank for it. But there was to be two more surprise guests for dinner.

  “Who lives here?” Venus asked as RJ put the car in park.

  “I grew up in that house,” he said, and Venus’s eyes bucked wide open. “Come on.”

  RJ got out of the car and Venus sat frozen in her seat thinking, Am I really about to meet his family?

  RJ opened her door and held out his hand for Venus. “You coming?”

  Venus nodded her head, accepted his hand and got out of the car. “Am I about to meet your family?”

  “Yes.” RJ rubbed the back of his neck. “I know this is unexpected.” He laughed. “For me too, because I didn’t plan on coming here. But while we were riding, I started thinking about it being Sunday … and Sunday dinner.” RJ took a step closer to her. “I know I should have asked you if this was cool, and if you don’t wanna go in, it’s cool.”

  “It’s cool, really. I just wasn’t expecting to meet your family,” Venus said. “If I had, I would have worn something else.” She was wearing a Rebecca Taylor wrap print ruffle dress that Venus got off the last chance rack.

  RJ took her hand in his as they walked to the door and took out his key. “Trust me, Venus, they are going to love you,” RJ said, as he opened the door.

  The first person that he saw was Bobby. “Hey, Pop.”

  “What you doing here?” Bobby asked RJ, but he was looking at Venus.

  “I came for dinner.”

  Bobby laughed. “You never come to dinner anymore,” he said smiling. “And who is this lovely lady?”

  RJ put his arm around her. “This is Venus Phillips.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Ray.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too, Venus.” Bobby looked at RJ. “She’s beautiful. I see you inherited my taste in women.”

  “And I see where RJ got his good looks,” Venus replied.

  Bobby laughed. “I like you. You might be all right,” he said and led the way to the dining room where everybody was just sitting down, and Pam was bringing out the food.

  “Hi, Mommy.”

  “Oh my God,” Pam said startled. “This is unexpected. Why didn’t you call and let me know you were coming?”

  “I wanted to surprise you.” RJ took Venus’s hand and they walked toward Pam. “And I wanted you to somebody, Mommy.”

  They stood in front of Pam and RJ put his arm around her. “This is Venus Phillips.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Ray.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too, Venus,” Pam said.

  “And these are my sisters, Tenikka, Barbara, Brenda and Bonita; this is Venus.”

  “Hi,” Venus said and received a chorus of hellos from the sisters.

  Pam took her hand and began walking Venus toward the kitchen. “RJ has never brought a woman anywhere near this house. I couldn’t tell you one woman’s name if my life depended on it.” She laughed. “And then one sunny Sunday afternoon, he shows up here with you … in time for dinner. I want to know all about you, Venus Phillips,” she said with a smile. “Come on, you can help me bring out the rest of the food.” Then Pam stopped and looked Venus in the eye. “You aren’t one of those women who are useless in the kitchen, are you?” she asked bluntly.

  “No, ma’am. I can cook,” Venus said quickly.

  Once Pam and Venus brought out the rest of the food, everybody sat down, Bobby blessed the food, and then looked proudly as his family shared a meal together.

  After they left dinner, RJ dropped Venus off at her car and she went home. When she got there, Sterling was waiting. He snatched the keys from her and confronted Venus about where she’d been all day.

  “I was out shopping with Patra,” Venus lied quickly.

  “If you was shopping all this time, why ain’t you got no bags?” Sterling asked.

  “I didn’t see anything that I liked. So tomorrow, we’re gonna ride out to Deer Park and go to Tanger Outlet. And then I got my nails and toes done, and then we went to dinner at Rainhas Churrascaria.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s an all-you-can-eat Brazilian steakhouse. I don’t know what your problem is,” Venus said defiantly.

  “The problem is I been calling you for hours, and I get voicemail every time.”

  Venus quickly reached in her bag, pulled out her phone and shoved it in Sterling’s face. “The battery is dead,” she said, knowing that she had turned it off while she was having sex with RJ and she hoped that Sterling wouldn’t try to turn it on. Venus also hoped that he wouldn’t call Patra to verify any of her story.

  Sterling nodded his head and then handed the keys back to Venus. He didn’t believe a word that she had said, but he decided not to press the matter. He was well aware that if something was going on and Venus was fucking somebody behind his back, and he had a feeling that he knew who it was, that he would find out sooner, if not later, and then he would kill them both.

  Later that night, and with a plan in mind, Sterling took Venus to The Four Kings. They hung out for a while and then Sterling said that he was going to do some gambling, and left Venus alone. She waited about five minutes and then she got up from the table and went to the office. When Venus got to the office, RJ was in there with Marvin. After Marvin spoke to her, he left the office.

  Venus had changed into an Aurora floral-print silk mini dress that she began coming out of as soon as RJ locked the door. As they kissed and continued undressing each other, they maneuvered to the desk. She had been wet and wanting him since they left the motel and was thinking about it all through dinner with his family.

  I was so wet, he was so hard, and he fucked me in the bed, on the way to the shower, in the shower and then he dicked me down again when we got out of the shower.

  RJ hoisted Venus up on the desk, and then he thrust himself inside of her. Venus leaned back on her elbows and was working her hips into each hard thrust. RJ slammed into her powerfully, holding her waist tightly and it wasn’t long before she felt it coming.

  He kept sliding in and out of her, making her walls clench and release in spasms so hard that all Venus could do was grab him and hold on tight as his deep thrusts came faster and harder until his body jerked, and he released.

  After he left RJ and Venus alone in the office, Marvin headed for the bar. As he got closer, Marvin saw somebody that he didn’t expect to see, but he certainly enjoyed the view. Serek’s wife, Sataria was at the bar sipping a cocktail and looking magnificent in a black and white Carolina Herrera off-the-shoulder ruffle dress that fit each delicious inch of her. Marvin stopped to check out the view from a distance. He looked around for Serek and then he went back to admiring the way her legs looked in the Jimmy Choo Lancer pumps that Sataria was wearing for a while and then he made his approach.

  Marvin stood next to her at the bar and leaned close. “Hel
lo, Mrs. Pearson.”

  Sataria glanced at Marvin and smiled. “Hi.” She turned to face him and took a step closer.

  He looked around his spot and then he pointed to the bartender. “I’m surprised, but very happy to see you here, Mrs. Pearson.”

  “Please, call me Sataria.”

  He looked around again for Serek. “Then you have to call me Marvin.” He leaned closer. “Is Serek with you?”

  “No, Marvin, Serek isn’t with me,” Sataria said and leaned close to him. “I came to see you,” she said as the bartender placed a glass of Chivas 12 on the bar in front of him. Marvin had made sure that every bartender that worked for him knew what he drank.

  “Did you?”

  “I did,” Sataria said.

  “Then you have to let me buy you a drink.”

  “I was hoping that you would,” Sataria said sweetly.

  When Venus came out of the office and returned to the table, Sterling was there waiting for her. “Come on … get your shit … we’re leaving,” he said the second she appeared.

  When they got in the car, Sterling wasted no time confronting her.

  “I didn’t want to believe it,” Sterling said and nodded his head. “I tried my best to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you fuckin’ this nigga, ain’t you Venus?”

  “No, baby,” Venus said and tried to laugh it off. “Don’t be silly. Why would I—”

  Sterling slapped Venus. “Don’t lie to me!” he shouted.

  Venus held her face from the sting and lied again, “I’m not!” she shouted, and Sterling slapped her again.

  “Don’t lie to me!” he shouted, and Sterling slapped her again and kept on slapping her. Venus tried her best to block the onslaught of blows as he continued shouting. “Don’t lie to me!”

  “I’m not lying to you!” Venus shouted and began to swing back … windmill style.

  Sterling was laughing at her until the first time her hand touched his face. It was a mistake … and Venus knew it when he stopped laughing and punched her in the face.

  Punched her so hard that her head hit the window and bounced off. He hit her harder and this time when her head hit the window, it didn’t bounce back. Venus was out cold.