Two sides of a coin; my suspect is my undoing.

01:

Julia

My legs gave up immediately I opened the image. What the hell is this?. I was supposed to finish this case and head back to Los Angeles without trouble.

I inhaled deeply, maybe it was just a photoshoot but the tingling sensation between my legs told me otherwise. 

Whoever had taken this pictures must have been close. I zoomed the picture, my face reddening In embarrassment.

In the first picture I was dry humping the guy, my head rolled back in pleasure. The next picture had me choking on my saliva.

His fingers were between my legs and our lips were a breathe apart. I groaned in embarrassment. Why is this happening to me?.

 Two questions barged my thoughts; who was the guy in this picture and who took these pictures?.

I squinted my eyes at the captain that “stay away from him”. The hell. It must have been his girlfriend or something.

I mentally facepalmed myself for drinking too much vodka. I remembered absolutely nothing from yesterday- only except I felt very light headed which I would like to think was from being drunk.

Tony had dragged me to the club in celebratory mood for my birthday- He had been stubborn to my persistent refusal. 

 I never celebrated my birthday in Los Angeles, except uncle T was around; Tony reminded me of him, always berating me for being too uptight.

Well, this was one of the things that happened when I “wasn't uptight”.

I looked at the picture the second time. The idiot had blurred the guy's face. Maybe he had a reputation that shouldn't be toyed with. 

That would be worse for me. I felt like covering myself in my sheets but I had work; a murder case to be specific.

I hurried to the bathtub, discarding yesterday's clothes.

………

Raymond

I felt my fist connect with his jaw erupting a loud howl from him. “Please, he whimpered in pain, “I will tell you”.

“Good, I grinned, “start taking”.

“They offered me something I couldn't resist, please don't kill me…

Why couldn't this motherfucker go straight to the point. 

I wrapped my hands around his neck squeezing tightly. “Wrong answer, tell me how those idiot got access into our surveillance”?.

He struggled against my grip but I held on till I was sure he would talk. He spluttered, blood and saliva drawling down his clothes.

“If I te..ll you, please spare me.

He must be drunk if he thinks he would leave here alive. He shouldn't have contemplated that before backstabbing the group.

“I asked you a question, now answer it”, I gnarled, suppressing the urge to break his bones.

“Kain”, he screamed, “he said he wanted to take a look at the surveillance.

That snake, I knew he was up to no good, he better run before I got to him. 

“Can I go…now”?.

I glanced at his battered face and nodded.

“You mean I sho…uld walk out”?.

“I suggest you run”.

It took a second before he took for the door. His breath coming in short pants. He didn't make it to the door.

The spear I threw caught him mid-run. His blood spluttering out of his mouth then silence.

I walked past his dead body without sparing it a second glance. The committee would send a huge package to his family and that will be the end of it.

Jay caught up with me, almost immediately I stepped out of the room towards the garage.

“Where have you been?, Your father has been blowing your phone’’.

I gave him a small smile, “I was taking care of something important, what's up with my dad”?.

“He called to tell you to be present tomorrow for the investigation of Evelyn's death, no excuses accepted.

I nodded before easing myself into my car. I hope this was not one of his attempts of bringing the family together.

My relationship with them was better apart.

“Heading to the club”?. Jay's question broke into my thoughts.

“Yes, I need to blow some stem off”. 

“Fuck some girl senseless you mean, take it easy man. He said, slapping me on my shoulders.

I shrugged, “they can't seem to get enough”. A small smile broke as I remembered the petite body from last night.

She didn't look like one of the strippers or someone who frequented the club. One look at her and I knew she was drunk as hell.

She had approached me smiling sly, “hello, she whispered slyly, “you look badddd… and I want something bad”.

I thought she wanted money until she lapped on my legs, straddling me.

I wondered if it was the vodka that made her come to me, if she had been sober would she had dry hummed me.

She had blue eyes, that made me want to edge her till she cried. It had taken every power I could muster not to bend her over and take her right there.

I had fingered her though, feeling her warm pussy wet my fingers. I adjusted feeling my cock twitch in pain.

She had left me with no name or identification, just blue balls.