by C. Soto
Chapter 10
John arrived at Samantha’s house after an exhausting long day. He called her beforehand to let her know he was on his way. He knocked on the door, and what greeted him had his jaw dropping.
Samantha answered the door in red see through lingerie and black heels. This was not what he expected her to be wearing to greet him. He entered through the door, picking her up, wrapping her legs around him and placing each of his hands on her ass and kicking the door closed behind him.
He pressed her against the wall, slowly kissing her neck, murmuring about how she was going to be his undoing. He breathed in her scent, which was soft and feminine and subtly sweet giving off an aroma of flowers.
Samantha grasped at his shirt, pulling it, trying to take it off him. John stilled to allow her to take it all the way off him. She then raked her fingers through his hair as he continued kissing her and rubbing her clit through her lingerie. He could feel how wet she already was.
He growled in her ear, “I love how ready for me you are, feeling how turned on you are. I’m going to own that pussy tonight.”
He continued holding her while he walked back to her room and placed her on the bed while he got undressed.
He grabbed the massaging oil and walked back to the bed. He took her leg and dripped a small amount of oil on her. He started off caressing her foot and then began massaging up her thighs and then towards her ass. Rubbing everywhere but where she begged to be touched. He would hint and tease but never giving in.
Once she was withering with desire, he flipped her over to lay on her stomach and started with her other foot and started kissing her, working his way up to her thighs. Once he reached her ass he lifted her up, so she was on all fours and began devouring her from behind. She was dripping wet. He glided his finger through her wetness and entered his finger into her, continuing his slow torment of her body, until she screamed his name as she found her release.
He leaned up and slowly guided his dick into her from behind. Grabbing her hips as he moved in and out of her at a slowly torturous speed, lingering each movement. She began whimpering begging him to fuck her harder.
He grabbed the oil and placed a drop on her ass and started circling her, applying pressure, and getting her ready to insert his finger. He continued circling the rim of her ass until he inserted his finger into her.
She grinded her ass on him begging for more. He felt his balls tightening as she was gripping his dick. He moved her position, so she was now lying on her back, and he took her leg and placed it on his shoulder and started rubbing her clit wanting her to cum before he did. He wanted to make sure she was well taken care of and satisfied before himself.
Once she was on the edge, her pussy grabbed his dick and he started fucking her even faster, giving her what she wanted. She was holding on to him, telling him she was going to come and then yelled his name, telling him how good he felt fucking her. She came while holding on to him and tightening all around him.
It only took John another moment to release after feeling her come all around him. After a second of his weight on top of Samantha, John rolled over to his back and they both laid there with that collapsed feeling, trying to regulate their breathing and waiting to feel like they could move again.
John looked over at Samantha with a satisfied smile, “Feel free to greet me like that all the time, I will not complain.”
Her expression was warm as she looked in his eyes, “I wanted to chase the darkness of the day away and at least bring the light to your night.”
John felt a warmness spread through his chest and leaned over and kissed her forehead, “Oh sweetie you definitely succeeded, I promise you that, I can’t even remember what I did today after that.” After giving her another squeeze, he told her, “Let's go jump in the shower and then I can tuck you into bed.”
Chapter 11
Emily and Derrick slept from exhaustion from the day and their night of passionate love making. They didn’t even get a full day’s rest and relaxation from traveling, but such is their life on the move, traveling from one place to the next, so they were used to it.
Derrick woke up in the middle of the night from Emily tossing and turning from a dream. Something he had become somewhat accustomed to over the last year. In the beginning, he would hate it as he could see the torture she went through with them and not being able to wake her up or provide her comfort. Now he was a smidge used to them and was always there once she came to.
She awoke a half hour later, automatically reaching out for him for the comfort she knew he would provide to her.
This was a particularly gruesome dream of their first victim Elisa. The killer was stalking Elisa on the day she was abducted, watching her leave her home, taking the bus to go to the mall.
He followed her into the mall and watched her from a distance as she went to the coffee shop first. Once she had her coffee, she ventured into the other stores browsing around. He followed every turn she made. Emily wanted to scream out to her, “Pay attention! Turn around, someone is following you!” It was late when she left the mall and walked towards the bus stop.
The guy swiftly appeared behind her and tasered her, momentarily incapacitating her. He was wearing a balaclava, so she couldn’t see his face as he walked up behind her. His car was parked right by where he approached Elisa. Emily saw his car was silver from when he opened the passenger door and shoved her in the vehicle.
Emily couldn't see from her dream the make of the vehicle since she only saw the door when he opened it.
The dream then skipped to the killer mutilating Elisa’s body with his knife, cutting into her again and again. The dream only showed his arms and not a full picture of him. Her mind was focused on the blood that was spraying everywhere. Her dream self, feeling nauseous at the sight, even in a dream. Once he was done butchering her and he was sure she met death, he bathed her delicately and tended to her dead body as he cut her hair and dressed her up. It appeared to Emily as if he were dressing her up like a doll. From her view as the dream progressed, it never showed his face.
In her dream, she first only saw his arms, then the back of him as he was carrying the body to the bathroom to clean Elisa up. She knew she should be used to it. It was like her dreams never made it easy for her. Always giving her bits and pieces at a time. Making her work for it.
While she relayed all the details of the dream to Derrick, he turned on the digital recorder. Eliminating her needed to record the details later. This method worked well for them and was more efficient.
This was also quicker, as when they were done recording everything from her dream, Derrick’s job was to chase her dream away. A job in which he loved.
He gently removed her nightgown and took her nipple in his mouth and began lavishing her with his tongue, while he began torturing her other nipple with his hand. She soon began whimpering his name, pleading with him for more. He knew what she wanted, but he would make her wait a little longer.
Tonight, Emily was not a patient woman, she needed him then. She reached forward and pushed him to his back where then she took control and took him in her hand and guided him towards her entrance. She sank down on him as he hissed at how good she felt.
She thought to herself, He wanted to torture me with foreplay, not tonight! She lifted and slammed down on him, enlisting a groan from him. She lifted as slow as possible delaying the feeling before she quickly went down on him again. He tried placing his hands on her hips to control her movements, but she quickly grabbed his hands and placed them on her breast while she continued to slowly ride him at her pace.
She then entered a slow and tender pace, feeling each stroke of him gliding in and out. As she was riding him and he played with her nipples, she reached down and started playing with her clit.
Derrick loved when she did that, playing with herself while his dick was sliding in and out of her. He could feel she was near, and that thought alone got him worked up ready to burst. He could feel her tight
ening around him, squeezing him like a vice.
After a few more minutes, Emily released and collapsed on top of him, reeling from her high. He then moved her hips a few more times and quickly came after her.
He slid out of her and held her in the position she was in. Rubbing her back and after a few minutes she rolled to her side and tucked herself against him laying her head on his chest while he continued rubbing her back.
After a few moments, they drifted off to sleep with Derrick holding Emily in his arms.
Chapter 12
Sunday
The next morning the team met in the conference room to begin their day. As promised, James bought Tammy breakfast and coffee since it was his turn. He got her a French Vanilla Latte that she liked. She literally glowed when he handed her the coffee like he gave her something priceless. She took her first sip and sighed, ahhhhhh… yes… He thought, did she just orgasm at coffee?
Emily relayed her dream from last night of Elisa’s abduction. They would have the IT team search the cameras for any silver vehicles that entered the couple’s neighborhood and see if they could capture the license plate. Derrick also put in a call to the shops that Elisa visited to see if they had cameras pointing towards the door.
The team discussed the events that they needed to accomplish for the day. They still needed to review the ViCap results and wanted to interview Elisa and Laura’s family and friends themselves. They had to see if they knew anything additional or maybe now remembered something surrounding each ladies’ disappearance.
James and Tammy would take Laura’s family and John and Derrick would interview Elisa’s family and roommates. They would meet back afterwards then review the statements and review the results from ViCap.
They also needed to go to the police districts personally to get the files. This area was busy in Tampa, and they didn’t want to waste time waiting for personnel to get a free moment to get it over to them.
John, Derrick, and Emily went to Elisa’s parents’ house first. They pulled up and viewed the brick house. It was moderate size in a middle-class neighborhood.
As they walked up towards the steps, Mr. Adler opened the door, having seen them arrive. John noticed the man looked worn down, appearing as he was barely holding on by a thread. Which he thought, His daughter dying a month ago in a brutal murder would do it.
Mr. Adler invited the team in, and they followed him into the living area. John glanced around at the pictures of Elisa hanging up, documenting her life as she grew up. The last one captured was where her life would end. The young age of 21, she should have had her whole life ahead of her. An everyday reminder to her parents that she would no longer be coming home. There would be no more memories for them to capture and proudly display. All they had left was this timeline on the wall of where her life existed, proof that she was loved.
The house had an eerie feel to it, like the love and warmth died out with Elisa, and now all that was left was the sorrow that could be felt by any who entered.
Mrs. Adler sat on the couch with a kleenex sniffling, her eyes bloodshot red and swollen. Looking at the most recent pictures on display, John could tell the last month aged both the parents.
These were the heartbreaking moments he had to endure while working a case. Not only did the murderer take away the victim, but they took away a family unit.
John first thanked Mr. and Mrs. Adler for agreeing to meet with them and go over Elisa’s whereabouts leading up to her disappearance. “Do you know, was she having issues with anyone?”
Mr. Adler replied, “No, our girl got along with everyone. She was in school, living at an apartment on campus. We talked to her frequently and visited her regularly.”
He reached over and held Mrs. Adler’s hand, “We’d bring her and her roommates’ groceries and she never mentioned anyone bothering her.”
“Did she ride public transportation regularly?”
Mr. Adler replied, “Yes, it was too much of a hassle to have a car on campus, so taking the bus was the easiest option.”
“Had she ever mentioned anyone creeping her out on those bus rides?”
Mrs. Adler responded, “No, she never talked about having issues with anyone or anyone giving her trouble on the bus.”
“Thank you, do you by chance have her roommates’ names and numbers that we could contact, to see if they have any additional information?”
“Yes of course, let me get that for you.”
Once they received the information, they thanked the Adlers for their time and again expressed their condolences on their loss. Mr. Adler responded, “Just make sure you catch this son of a bitch, so he doesn’t murder anyone else’s daughter. He has to pay for what he did to my little girl.”
The team walked towards the car, hearing behind them the Adlers breaking down as they were closing the door. Their lives shattered forever. Hearing on the news night after night of a killer on the loose and the story of their daughter being played over and over.
Derrick, John, and Emily made it over to Elisa’s apartment to interview her roommates, Jenny and Pam. They walked in the apartment; it was typical of any college apartment. They had the standard furniture that came furnished with the apartment. The kitchen had an island that mostly served as a kitchen table. A little messy but not disgustingly so.
The girls were in their PJs and had solemn expressions as they invited them in. Everyone sat down on the couches, and they expressed their condolences and introduced themselves. Emily began the questions, and asked the girls, “Do you know if anyone was bothering Elisa lately?”
Jenny responded, “No, not that she told either of us. She was studying for exams that were coming up. This was her senior year, and she was graduating. She was in the library most of the time, and I can’t imagine her having an issue with anyone there.”
“How did she mostly get around?”
“She took the bus. I mean if it were too late, and she was alone she would take a rideshare or Taxi. If we were together on campus and the bus was not running, we would walk back here since it isn’t too far. If we went out though, we would take rideshare or Taxi to and from.”
“Did she notice anyone following her recently or anyone that gave off a bad vibe to her?”
“No nothing like that, she was usually in class or at the library, like I mentioned. I don’t know who would have done something like this to her. It had to be random.”
Emily didn’t think so from her dream last night. The guy had been watching Elisa. She encountered him at some point, now the task is figuring out when.
Since Elisa mostly took public transportation, Emily thought to herself, Did the killer ride the bus looking for victims? She didn’t think it would be a college student, as how would he have known the other victims?
Derrick spoke to the girls, “Could you write down all the known places with dates and times that Elisa went to for a month prior to her disappearance? Also, the mode of transportation to the best of your recollection.”
Pam responded, “Yes of course, let me go get a notebook.” The girls spent the next twenty minutes going through their phones and writing down everything they could remember.
While they did that John asked, “Would it be okay if we look in her room? Hopefully, something is in there that could be helpful to the case.”
Jenny immediately responded, “Yes, of course.”
They walked in Elisa’s room while the roommates worked on the list.
The room didn’t hold much but her textbooks and clothes. They didn’t see anything of significance that would lead to a clue of who was stalking her. They did find an old bus pass and asked the girls if it would be okay to take that.
The team hoped she had an account set up and the Transportation Department could provide a printout of all her rides. If the buses also had surveillance, that would help them dig into Elisa’s rides on the bus and her interactions with the other riders. The IT unit could search if there was anyone on the same bus repeatedly
, or if anyone were paying her special attention. The hard part about that would be she lived on campus. So many people would be on the bus and might have the same schedule if it went by class times. They thought her abduction may have something to do with the bus angle, due to her being left at a bus stop.
After getting the list from the roommates, they went back to the field office. There they met up with James and Tammy and reviewed the notes from all the interviews. Tammy and James also had a list of the last known whereabouts of Laura from their interview with her parents and co-workers from what Laura told them about her activities.
She had a car, so she didn’t use public transportation like Elisa did. Her car was found outside of a bagel shop with a flat tire. She was supposed to be on her way to work. No one knew what happened after she was seen leaving the bagel shop. The surveillance showed her leaving, but then she went out of the camera’s view, and she was not seen again until her body showed up
This was pissing John off, not knowing how the killer was selecting his victims. Elisa rode the bus, Laura had a car, and the husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Nicks had a car. So where did this son of a bitch meet them?
How did he get Laura into his car after she discovered a flat? Did he taser her like Elisa? Was he that brave in broad daylight with cars passing by? Since Laura was never seen again and didn’t make it to work, the answer was obvious that he was.
Derrick called over to the City’s Transportation Department and gave them Elisa’s account information that was listed on her bus card. They stated they would pull her account and send the information over. If the buses she rode on had cameras, they would send those over for review also.
The team needed some type of break that would give them the answers that they needed. They felt like the dumb cat that couldn’t figure out where the mouse was hiding to catch him. They knew the killer's timeline; he would take another victim shortly. They didn’t know if it would be a single lady or another couple, but they knew time was against them.
