Bridgette had heard it all and was now wondering, as she heard the door close behind the cops if she could use this to her advantage. Would it seem too forward of her if she went down now like she'd planned to, or should she put it off until tomorrow?She wasn't too pleased that she had to put her plan on hold, in her mind if she didn't move now it might be too late. A man like him wouldn't stay single for long even though he'd loved his wife, not with three children to raise. And she had no doubt that there were any number of women waiting in the wings.The phone had already been ringing off the hook and she was sure that well meaning friends would soon be throwing women at him to take his wife's place and it was a sure bet that none of them would think of her for the job.She went back to her room and sat on the bed biting her nails and listening with ears pricked for every sound that came from downstairs. It was hours later that she finally heard him coming up the stairs and from

Detective Starks answered her phone the next day. It was Saturday yes, but she didn't foresee herself having another day off for a long-long time. She planned to work right through the holiday if she had to, and that's why she'd rushed the guys in the lab the day before.For as small as their precinct was, they had a network at their disposal that could get them results faster than some places in the big city. That's one thing she could say for the mayor, he sure did have his resources.The D.A's office was a very big help in getting things moving quicker as well. They didn't want news of the first murder in the town in more than fifty years spreading too far and wide. Tourism was very big here after all, with people coming from all over the country not to mention the world, to enjoy their classic settings and historical sights.If news of an unsolved murder made the rounds on one of the biggest holiday weekends, one that the town relied on for an uptick in revenue, let's just say i

Nettie could have no idea that the murderer, hadn't been on sight when the deed was done, that it had been a setup, a trap laid for the unsuspecting Mrs. Davis. So when the cops showed up not long after she made up her mind to do what she must.No one had to know that she'd been the one to do it; she'd get their word that they'll keep her name out of it, or else she wouldn't tell them what she knew. But she for one was hoping to get the whole ordeal over and done with, put it behind them.Niall had awakened feeling a bit under the weather so the last thing he wanted to see before he even said hello to his kids was the cops at his door. "Look officers, I've had a rough night, and I'd like to spend some time with my children. If you want to see me again contact my attorney."Detective Sparks knew those words meant she had no recourse but to turn around and go back the way she came. It didn't matter what she'd come here to say, once the person invoked their rights, whether they'd been

Back at her desk Detective Sparks was faced with another dilemma. The journal used a pass code instead of a key and she was sure she was about to face the same dilemma as she had with the phone and was still facing there in fact.She sat behind her desk turning the thin volume over and over in her hand while officer Bailey did some follow up calls. They were still trying to pin down the distributor of the dummy clown which she'd been surprised to learn was a more common product than she'd thought.Hundreds of thousands of the things had been bought in the US alone and she was sure it would take them forever to get through them all. Luckily for her, she thought, was the fact that she could just cut the little strip of leather that closed the journal, something she didn't want to do unless it was absolutely necessary."Let's see here!" She tried the numbers Niall Davis had given her before, their wedding anniversary, and gave a loud yelp of pleasure when the strap fell open. "I'm in!"

Bridgette was feeling much better this morning than she had the afternoon before. She'd got Niall to cum in her during one of their fuck sessions the night before, in his marriage bed no less. He'd already pulled out of her three times that afternoon, but that night she'd clamped her pussy down around him just as she felt him get ready to pull out and he'd had no choice.Sure she wasn't fertile yet, not for a few more days, but now that he'd slipped up once and the earth didn't move she didn't see any reason why she couldn't get him to do it again.Niall on the other hand woke up with mixed emotions. After the nanny left his bed in the wee hours of the morning because he didn't want his children seeing her leave his room, he'd lain awake staring at the four walls.The anger he'd felt the day before that had sent him running into her arms, was fast fading beneath the grief his heart still felt for his wife. Why had he been so quick to believe false accusations against her? There must