There wasnÕt much that could be done until they got word back from the M.E., so Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey spent the next few hours combing through the victimÕs life for the past few years. It wouldÕve been much simpler if the two men in the womanÕs life werenÕt so obviously innocent Celia thought as she interviewed them one after the other. But she didnÕt see either of them for the job unless one of them was a very good actor. She was even more bewildered when she spoke to them both together. The way the husband would look to his wifeÕs lover to answer a question he didnÕt know the answer to left Celia thinking that there was more to the relationship between the three people than the town gossips knew. Like, maybe theyÕd had some kind of relationship the three of them together, or the husband was one of those men who came to terms with such things for the sake of holding onto the woman he loved. And there was no mistake about it Gil Sherry had loved his wife.
Celia felt the warmth in her tummy and the little blip in her heart when she saw him come to the door to greet her before sheÕd even turned the car off. She tried keeping the sappy smile off her face but failed miserably as she climbed out of the car and made her way towards him. Riley lounged in the doorway with his shoulder propped against the jamb and watched her coming towards him. Sometimes, like now, he realizes just how fucking gorgeous she is, and it gets him in the gut each and every time. The thing that he likes most about it is that she doesnÕt seem to know. Celia felt gauche and unsure of herself as she reached him and stood there, not knowing what to do with herself. Give her a dead body, and sheÕs right at home in her element. But having a man look at her like that, especially this man, the one sheÕs been crushing on since moving to the little town, and sheÕs all thumbs and stumbling feet. Right now, she couldnÕt even seem to find her tongue. Riley sn
Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them. But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the long red pointed nail of her finger as she tapped his chest with it before trailing it down towards his burgeoning cock that was now straining for release from the confines of his slacks. He knew it wouldnÕt be that easy. ÒDid you fuck that little slut with my cock Donnie?Ó He swallowed hard when her hand cupped his cock and squeezed ever so gently before exerting more pressure. ÒUmm, nice and hard for me.Ó She rubbed her hand up and his down his length as a wet spot appeared behind the zipper of the ligh
ÒYou canÕt be serious, why would you want to know about him?ÓÒIÕm not really interested in him as a person just in what he means to you and if heÕs someone youÕre still in contact with. I donÕt mind telling you that IÕm a territorial fuck. IÕm not the kind of guy who can be cool with his woman staying friendly with someone sheÕs been to bed with.Ó ÒHeÕs married with a kid, and we havenÕt seen or spoken to each other in years.Ó ÒWhat about the others?Ó ÒWhat others? He was my only serious relationship; I told you that when you asked before.Ó TheyÕd touched on past relationships during one of their many nightly phone conversations, so she couldnÕt see why he was bringing it up now. Then Celia decided to go on the offensive. ÒWhat about you?Ó ÒWhat about me? ÒYou and Sonya? Was that really as innocent as you two claimed?Ó Sonya had written about how helpful he had been in her journal, but there was no hint of anything sexual, something Celia had
ÒHello, Simon, you behaving yourself?ÓÒRi? WhatÕre you doing here? Never thought IÕd see you set foot in my place.ÓÒIÕm here to collect something of mine.Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó ÒNo, just her when sheÕs done. IÕll be over at the bar.Ó Riley walked away without another word, and Celia looked back at the club owner to find him looking at her with a light of merriment in his eyes. She knew he was trying hard not to laugh and felt her cheeks tint with heat as she searched for an explanation to give him. ÒSorry about that. HereÕs my card, please cont
SheÕs feisty! Riley thought as he followed Celia into the house. It was a nice change from what he was accustomed to. In fact, everything about her was new and exciting, not least of all was that mouth of hers. ÒSo, did you get what you were after with Simon?Ó ÒNot really, I keep running into dead-ends. For a town this small where everyone seems to know everyone elseÕs business, my victim seems to have lived a double life that no one else knew about.Ó She blushed at her words, realizing that she could be describing his now-dead wife. TheyÕd talked about that situation before, but Celia always got the feeling that he wasnÕt interested in getting too deep into it. He mostly told her about their life together, how they met, stuff like that. But when it came to the actual murder, though he didnÕt shy away from the discussion, she got the feeling that it wasnÕt his favorite topic, and she canÕt say that she blamed him. Riley saw the look of unease of her face and the
I canÕt believe IÕm doing this, Gil thought. One minute the three of them were sitting around the living room talking, and the next, they were in the guestroom of his little two-bedroom home about to fuck. He looked at Bobby, who seemed to read his mind. ÒTrust me, Gil, this will take your mind off things.ÓÒBut Mel just died.ÓÒI promise you that she wouldnÕt have mind. As much as that girl loved to fuck, I bet sheÕs somewhere cheering us on. Come on; itÕll help us both to get over this feeling of doom.Ó Bobby wasnÕt sure if what he said was true. He was drunk and horny, and there was a willing woman in the room. If he were sober, heÕd probably ask himself why this chick would come and offer up herself like this, but as clouded as his mind was, all he could think about was fucking his hard cock into something soft and warm. His Mel was gone! Every time he thought of it, his heart squeezed in his chest. AinÕt it the truth that you never miss the water Ôtil the we
Detective Sparks hit the ground, running bright and early the next morning. Riley had already been up by the time she rolled out of bed, and though it was hours earlier than the norm for her, she thought she could get used to awakening like this every day from now on. There was something rather wholesome about waking up to the sounds and sights of a farm that she never got in the city or anywhere else. Since she was way ahead of schedule, sheÕd headed to her new home office to get some work done. Now that sheÕd had some time to sleep on it, things were finally starting to gel for her. She went back over everything from the night before and made notes to follow up on later. By the time she felt the heat of the rising sun coming through the window, she felt better about the direction the investigation was going in. She still didnÕt have much more than when she started, but things were looking promising. She was sure that once she got a line on this new job that thing