Chapter 17
Leila’s first call was to Gerald, but there was no answer. She left him a message with the number to her cell and asked him to return the call to her phone instead. Peggy was second on her list, but the old bag was rude and short. No, she would not be willing to meet with Leila this afternoon, as it was bingo night. Peggy got to the local catholic church bingo hall a couple hours early to chain smoke and gossip with the other old busybodies around Stillwater before the games began. And that was that. Leila had better luck when she rang up Kacey Jo.
Kacey Jo worked part time at the Cut’ N’ Curl salon in Stillwater and promised to fit Leila in between her evening appointments. It was rumored she could also be found some nights dancing at the Stomping Ground gentleman’s club over in the next town called Sweet Water. Leila didn’t know the girl too well as they often worked alternative shifts and Kacey Jo only worked at the bar part-time. But
Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo. When she had first run away from the Blackwood pack, she’d considered trying to change her appearance. Had even dyed her hair for a while. But that was really pointless when your ex could track you by your scent. She still had the nightmares sometimes, even after two years, of what would happen if Ulric found her. His punishment would be severe, and then he would also turn her over to the pack when he was done with her. She would never have the chance to escape again, if she even survived the punishment of the pack in the first
Being in town only a month, Leila didn’t know all that much about Gary Kline. He was closing in on forty-five and had thinning hair he dyed to get rid of the grey peppered in what was left of it. He kept his face shaved and he was surprisingly thin in comparison to most of his bulging belly friends. It was attributed to runs and an occasional trip to the gym as he’d often spouted off at the bar about how his wife made him eat “grass and rabbit food.”He had used to be a fisherman for a living alongside his buddies who drank with him every Friday night. But fishing hadn’t made enough money to appease his wife, Denise who was a stay-at-home mom for their three, rowdy kids So, Gary had taken a job at the steel plant instead. Apparently, an increased salary wasn’t the only perk of the new job.Leila knew even less about Heather Derringer. Nothing in fact, she just hoped Gerald was right about Leila being able to recognize her by
Chapter 20Her stakeout would definitely happen tonight, but right now, Leila’s work here wasn’t done. She returned to her truck and moved it closer to the building now that the lot wasn’t as crowded. She waved to another bar regular she noticed, though she pretended to be on her phone to avoid a conversation with the man. His name had also not been on the list of patrons there that night. It was times like these Leila wished her truck wasn’t a piece of shit as she cracked her windows and fanned herself. Sweat was sliding down into the cracks and crevices of her body and she could feel her bare legs sticking to the seat.Right now, she should have been in the post-coital bliss of fucking Sterling for the first time, perhaps even having a round two. She had been so close to her orgasm, it should have been a crime when the sheriff interrupted, coitus interruptus, that bastard! And Leila hadn’t even been able to properly taste Sterling either
Chapter 21 Heather left Leila with lots of things to think over, but for now she decided her best course of action was go home, feed herself, get some rest, and prepare for her stakeout at the bar tonight. If Gary Kline really had nothing to hide, then he wouldn’t show up at the bar to try and find those fake security tapes. Perhaps her diligence would pay off in other ways too. Maybe Gary would lead her to other clues? It seemed a long stretch, but if the man was spooked enough, guilty of more than just an affair, maybe he would go searching the pond to retrieve a phone for evidence per say?Leila grabbed some takeout on the way, as she was in no mood to mess with cooking, or anything that required much effort tonight. She was already feeling the effects of the mental and physical exhaustion her body had been put through over the last few days. She knew that poor Sterling was experiencing it even worse no doubt, but like hell was she goi
As Leila crept closer towards the building to get better video of Gary Kline trying to pull a B&E into the Stillwater Bar, she had an important decision to make. She could call the cops and rat him out, but that would also drag her ass deeper into this whole mess. That would put her name on another police report, another potential opportunity for Ulric Blackwood to hunt her down.Well, that logic could go fuck itself, because she was already past knee deep in this shit creek. Besides, as soon as she cleared Sterling, she would hit the road. This could be a crucial piece of evidence for Sterling’s defense. Because even if Gary was only guilty of adultery, it sure looked suspicious that he was breaking into the bar alright. It would definitely cast some doubt into a jury’s mind, if things went that far. Make it even harder to prove that Sterling Mount murdered Clyde Morten beyond all shadow of a reasonable doubt.As she watched Gary finally resort to usin
Leila watched from her truck parked across the road, as Sheriff Thorne bungled his way through his half-assed investigation, or more correctly called in some back-up to do most of the leg work. She wasn’t leaving that lot until the police left. She decided to make good use of her time though. Starting by a detailed email to Sterling’s lawyer along with a copy of her video.Next, she decided to have another look at the Facebook page to the bar, as well as any other social media sites connected to the joint. Her tedious, blurry-eyed search was rewarded though, as after a couple hours of staring at a tiny screen, it was clear that Gary Kline was accounted for at the window of Clyde’s murder.His friends surprisingly were an active social media bunch, for middle- aged men, but perhaps that was just because they were extremely intoxicated that night. Photos, short videos, and even some tweets seemed to give Gary an alibi during the time of the murder. One
When Leila emerged from the bathroom, heading to raid her laundry basket, she expected to see Zenia sprawled unladylike in her kitchen chair the way she’d left her. But Leila stopped short when someone very different and most unexpected grinned at her from the kitchen. Sterling stood in the doorway, with a shy smile, one hand in his Levi pocket, and the other clutching a bouquet of flowers. It took her a moment to recover her senses and realize this was in fact real life and not the start of the best erotic dream ever. She was dressed the part in nothing but a towel, and so was he in hip hugging jeans accentuating his glorious backside, and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned a generous amount down his chiseled chest. She blinked a few times to make sure he was still standing there.“I’m sorry to show up here unannounced like this, but I just had to see you, Leila. I hope I’m not being too forward. I can go if you want. I just wanted to make sure y
Sterling’s nimble fingers danced up Leila’s inner thighs causing her body to shiver. She swallowed thickly as the anticipation of his touch on her throbbing bud was nearly too much to bear. But the sexy bar owner hadn’t been joking when he’d said he had no problems taking things slow. He smiled up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, before he lowered his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The softness of his kisses against her creamy thighs stole the breath from her lungs. His touch was so soft, his lips so featherlight, goosebumps adorned her skin in his wake. Despite the heat in the room, the fire in his eyes, Leila found herself quivering atop the table.His hot tongue glided a line gently up her inner legs, getting ever so close to the cusp of her moist slit. His thumbs traced idle circles on the outside of her thighs. The combination of which, the damp heat of his tongue, and the firmer pressure of his fingertips, was nearly enou