LOGINFatigued and restless, Cole's frustration reached its limit. He had been up all night, trying desperately to find some clue he had overlooked in Maria's murder."There has to be something I missed, damn it!"He had gone over all the documents and photos a million times. This time, however, he had more incentive than ever to crack the case. If he could somehow figure out who might have killed his wife Maria, and do so before midnight, he could simply decline Zafira's offer, and she would go away. Rather, he hoped she would stick to her word and disappear. He looked at the clock: 3:46 p.m. There wasn't much time before midnight.The sudden knock on his apartment door startled Cole.Who could that be? Hopefully not Zafira, though she had already proved to be the type not to knock.Looking through the peephole, Cole saw someone he didn't recognize. A man about his age with a goatee and dark hair, wearing a black suit, waited patiently. The reversed collar and prayer beads dangling from his
Cole came home after sunset to his empty apartment. He hung his trench coat on the hook on the kitchen door. The kitchen lay in shadow; only a small bulb above the sink provided light. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer. Maybe he could relax.He had just popped the cap and taken a swig when he noticed the unusual chill in his apartment. This wasn't the first time he had thought to call the landlord to fix the heater, but the temperature outside wasn't all that cold before he came in.Cole stepped toward the thermostat, and then stopped suddenly. A foreign scent tickled his nostrils. He recognized that smell, but it shouldn't be in his apartment - a mix of lavender, cherry blossom, and cotton candy. It was the same odor in the room where he found Travis' body. Cole's mind stirred uneasily.He looked around his untidy quarters. Case files and evidence photos lay messily on every available surface. Nothing seemed out of place or missing. The windows appeared to be sh
Cole saw the woman he was looking for, with huge bat like wings sticking out from her back and a long tail dangling behind her, sitting on top of what looked like a shriveled up corpse. Her glowing red eyes glared at him, sending a chill down Cole's spine."A pure soul," she whispered.The woman dashed toward the back wall made of glass. Cole fired three shots before she jumped through the glass to the ground below.Cole ran to the ledge and looked down. There was no body. No one could have survived much less walked away from a fall like that. Did she... fly away?"What the hell did I just witness?"Cole was miserably stoic the next morning when he gave his full report to his captain."I know what I saw, Captain," Cole said through clenched teeth. He desperately tried to defend his position after last night's events."This is a complete cluster-fuck, Detective Harvey," Captain Finnegan roared. Cole was on the receiving end of a thorough ass-reaming. "We have the dead body of a prime s
Travis gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon. He looked down at his penis. It was still rock hard, even after the best blowjob he had ever received. No way was he missing this opportunity."There's plenty more where that came from," Travis said, his ego running rampant.She smiled devilishly and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto his lap. Travis felt the tip of his cock poke the molten hot wetness of her labia. His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive.The heat and wetness from her pussy weren't the only things Travis noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip."Do you like them?" she asked with a sex-laden voice.Travis reached out to touch her back, his
The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.Travis turned his back to the woman and approached the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.When Travis turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared
"You want to order a drink, or are you going to sit there all night?"The female bartender's abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance."Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'll have a Coke, please."The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. "You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night."Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn't the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30's, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five-o'clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor?"I have to be at work in a few hours. Can't go in hammered, can I?"The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke.Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department's Bureau of Detectives, he was







