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When Doyle came it was hard, it drained him yet he kept pumping for many minutes he even managed to cum twice more, never changing to some new position, they didn't need to this was all they needed at this time. When he finally stopped he felt like a man who had run a marathon.

He kissed her a little longer, feeling something deep within, not a worry, nor was it concern or fright. It was just a burning want to be with her and keep her safe forever. He had cared for other cops but nothing like this, as sad as it was if he had to choose between Rae and Kirsten as to who would live, Kirsten would be standing there beside him when the dust settled.

He rolled off her and lay there for several minutes before speaking, this had to have been the longest he ever went without talking to her. "That my dear partner was just what the Dr. ordered." He said breathing deeply. He turned to his side and looked at her naked, beautiful body lying there. He ran his finger from Davis's collarbone all the way to her pelvic bone. Feeling her heat on his fingertips, the wetness of her skin. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Impossible to describe.

"We have a long road but, a clear path along it. Tony will fall in line or he will fall, Jimmy and Jenn will get life I'm sure. Or damn close. Then we will resume our duties and... Well, I guess we will decide our next move then." He didn't want to talk shop, but he also hated silence and seeing that he never once fucked a woman where there was this deep of a feeling. He felt weak, that he wasn't in control, he feared she would see that and lose faith in his ability to get them all through this. But he had to. He had no choice. There were too many pieces in play for him to fall apart now.


Tony was just about to sign the statement pointing Gabby as the leader along with Jimmy and Jenn, that he had been a plant of Doyles many months ago. He no longer trusted Doyle though. He seemed to know that once out, he would be on such a short leash that any problems would result in his death. Davis had surprised him, he was sure Davis was a straight shooter, but she showed him that she was just as dangerous as Doyle, not as crazy, but that almost scared him more. Doyle's temper made him predictable, Davis was anything but that.

"Tony this is the only way. Gabby's not coming to save you. Jimmy and Jenn will turn on you, this whole thing is time sensitive we need to have this down before they act. They are meeting with the DA in two days. Don't fuck this up." The lawyer said. Though this lawyer worked for Doyle, not Tony. That was one of the conditions of the deal, Doyle's scumbag asshole lawyer oversees it all.

"'Bout you cuz. This the right thing?" Tony asked his own lawyer who was taking the back seat in this one.

"Not the right thing no. But Mr. Tanner is not wrong about it being the only choice left to you." He said. Tony shook his head.

"Fucken' cops man." And he signed the statement. "How long?"

"Three days max I promise you!" Doyle's lawyer said getting up and walking out.

"I trust you man, not that motherfucker. How long?" Tony asked his own lawyer.

"Three days. He's not fucking you. I looked at it all, it's ironclad as long as you don't deviate. And put fucking Doyle out of your mind. You do that you serve max that's ten years. No bail, no parol nothing and trust me your crew is loyal but not ten years loyal." Tony nodded and watched his lawyer leave then he was brought back to his cell.

Doyle's demand that Jimmy and Jenn be kept in the dark for as long as possible was coming through. This would secure their incarceration. When they act it would be far too late to make any difference in the case.

KC
 
When he came, Doyle seemed to pump forever deep into her sex. She had never seen a man last for so long and she knew that it was because it was her. Somehow, she knew that his own wife had never seen her own husband exhibit such stamina. In a weird way, it pleased her. She knew that they were perfect together, each completing the other. She had killed for him and his way of life and she knew that he would kill for her. And she knew that he knew that sexually they owned each other. They both had very high libidos and whenever and however he wanted her, he had her. And yet, she had a job to do and did it well. As did he. And the innocent deserved to be protected, and protect them they both would.

His kiss was needed, and her lips welcomed his. Unspoken, it conveyed what they both felt. She had never even seen a picture of his wife and he had said very little about the woman, but she already knew that in his heart, Kirsten held higher importance. She would never throw it in the woman's face, but she really didn't care what the woman thought of her, or if she even gave Kirsten a thought.

Since they had entered her apartment, neither of them had said a word, the connection between them deep and unspoken. Until this moment. After a minute or two, his words broke the silence.

That my dear partner was just what the Dr. ordered.

As his finger traced the outline of her body, she felt his cum sticky between her legs and she smiled and reached a hand to his face, resting her fingertips on his cheek as her thumb traced the outline of his lips.

We have a long road but, a clear path along it. Tony will fall in line or he will fall, Jimmy and Jenn will get life I'm sure. Or damn close. Then we will resume our duties and... Well, I guess we will decide our next move then.

He probably would have continued talking but she hushed him up by pulling him to her for another kiss.


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She stood in the background and watched Doyle handle Tony and his lawyer and the lawyer that Doyle was supplying. Doyle's reach was amazing, but she would admit that somehow, not really surprising. She said no words. It was not her place to speak really.

As the deal was struck, she noticed Tony periodically cut his eyes over to her. There was fear in his eyes. She found that she liked it. She didn't trust him and he knew that if she had her way, he would eventually go the way of Gabby. It was for sure that he knew that his days of having her and Doyle strip for a meeting were over. At one point, he glanced at her and found her staring at him unblinking. Sweat broke out on the man's forehead.

Now, to take care of Jimmy and Jenn. Because of a complaint filed against her, Kirsten was not allowed in any dealings with the woman. Apparently, Jenn was pissed at having a finger shot off. But that was okay. She knew that Doyle would let her know what happened.
 
They were watching Tony close when it was done Doyle clapped his hands together. Captain rice shook his hand and Davis. "Good work! Both of you. Now we only need deal with the couple. Davis as you already know you are not allowed within a hundred yards of Jenn Martens. So you will stay put while that meeting happens." Rice said and walked out. When the room was empty Doyle gave her a quick kiss.

"I'll call you the second we are done. About four hours." He said and walked out. When he entered the meeting room Jenn was smoking frantically she was scared a super pissed off, they seemed to see the writing on the wall and it all said that they were fucked. Jimmy was playing the tough guy act and smiling his shitty smile. It was dangerous to have them together but he was sure this would show their true colors and one would turn soon enough. The DA sat down. Jenn's lawyer was there, Jimmies was there too.

"Thank you for meeting us early." The DA spoke.

"What's the pig doing here?" Jenn spat and blew smoke into the air.

"Detective Jacob Doyle is the arresting officer and handler of our primary witness to the prosecution and the DA's office wants him here. Mrs. Martens the time for pleas is over we are here to inform you that you will be charged with murder one, trafficking drugs. Selling drugs. Assault, lying to a peace officer, evading the law, Attempted murder. The list goes on! We are asking for life without parole." The DA said smiling. Jenn almost spit. Jimmy kept cool but you could tell he wasn't expecting this meeting to go like this.

"Wait just a second." Jenn's lawyer said quickly. "We were told that you would be willing to negotiate!"

"We were till your client told my office. And I quote. Go fuck your whore mothers ass with your plea bargains. Unquote." The DA said in a smug tone.

"My client has been nothing but cooperative here and we demand that we are tried separately from Mrs. Martens!" Jimmy's lawyer said piping up. This was it the moment he and Davis had been waiting for. They had them, Tony testifying, and the lab had come back with their DNA all over the warehouse. Thankfully Tony had not left a single print there. The pair of them were trully fucked.

"Fuck you asshole we were a fucking team," Jenn said in a fit of rage.

"Carson get your client under control!" Jimmy's lawyer said.

"Under control? I'll fucking bury you, you fuck!" Jenn then lost it, Doyle could have had her restrained in a second but he didn't move, She had managed to stab a pen into Jimmy's lawyers arm and throw several punches before the Sheriff's came in and subdued her. Doyle smiled. That was one.

"I'll testify against Tony and Jenn and Gabby, Carmine. Whomever!"

"Tony is not on trial, I guess you didn't hear, he's been a plant for over a year, he's been working for us to bring you and Gabrial Bonner to trial. Detective Bonner has fled the country as far as we know he's in Rio! Or somewhere in South America, out of our reach. That leaves just you two and your team."

Jimmy looked like he was going to cry. Tony had betrayed him Gabby had fled. Jenn was nuts and he was looking at life. "If you testify against your whole team and Jenn, we will look at fifteen, no parole." The DA said. Before Jenn could say a word Jimmy agreed. Jenn needed to be removed by seven guards as she went nuts.

As Jimmy was walking out when all was signed Doyle was waiting. "I'll be there when you get out, so you might want to think of a career change." Jimmy just walked past him. The truth was Jimmy seemed to know he wouldn't last a month with all the connections Tony and Doyle had on the inside.

Doyle raced back to the station and filled in Captain Rice and then Davis. Rice was happy but would be watching them both for a long while. There was something off as he put it. Then he put a file on Davis's desk.

"Triple homicide. You're lead on this one Davis. Pick your team and get it done." Doyle patted her on the shoulder.

"Awesome job Davis. So, boss, do I make the team?" he said. The truth was he was happy that Rice gave her the case to work. She had proven in a short period of time that she was smart, strong and could see a job through no matter the obstacle.

Doyle grabbed the file before she could get it. "Three dead. Two women one man. All known bangers, except for Missy Parker. She was going to Louisville, Sophmore taking economics. No priors no affiliations with gangs nothing. Yet she was shot in the head the same way the others were, the same caliber .45 damn someone meant business, same place on the body In the head close range. Fuck me the press is going to have a field day on this one. College girl killed with bangers. My what the world is coming to. It's a grisly one. They found the bodies three hours ago they want them moved but are waiting for the Detective in charge." Doyle said as Davis snatched back the file in one quick grab. He smiled and got up putting his Glock in its shoulder holster.

"I guess we'll grab lunch on the way?" He said to her as they made their way out. He knew she would read on the way. He had no doubt of her ability on this one.

KC
 
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After Doyle left, she went to finish up her portion of the paperwork on the bust. She and Doyle had talked the night before on just what she should say. She was new to all of this subterfuge stuff so she just played it cool. Tim got called into the Captain's office and she, like the rest of the officers, kept an eye on the glass, watching the reaction of both men. If Tim was innocent, she didn't want him to get blamed for anything.

On someone's desk a phone rang and she heard it being answered. From the body language on Tim, he had been found as having nothing to do with Gabby's dirty dealings.

"Got a lead on Gabby!" The words got her attention and she like the rest of the room turned to see who said it. Banks jumped up as he replaced the receiver on its cradle. The officer made a bee line for the Captain, knocking on the office door. Sticking his head in, he spoke. The whole room stopped to listen.

""Reservations Clerk at Windsor just called. She said that a man answering Gabby's description just checked in for a flight to Toronto. Plane leaves in 20 minutes and he gave the name of B.A. Clayton. She swears that it looks just like him."

"Yeah? Shit! We can't go running over to Canada on a possible wild goose chase. Get a hold of security out there. Have them...no, ASK them to double check the man, check his ID, get a picture of him and send it to your phone as soon as possible. And be nice about. No sense in pissing off the Canadians in case it's a false alarm." Rice looked as if he was gonna start pulling his hair out. Meanwhile, he waved Tim out of his office. As Tim left, the Captain's phone rang and she heard him answer, "okay, how much of it is missing?" She suspected that it was about the missing drugs. And she knew that it wasn't gonna be good. She glanced at her watch - Doyle had been there already a couple of hours and probably had a couple more to go. She glanced up as the Captain called Vick and Kurt. As Vick passed by, he gave her shoulder a reassuring punch before heading into Rice's office.

Things calmed down a bit. Kurt and Vick were on the phones on an insurance scam/possible suicide. Banks got a text and picture on his phone and they all had a quick laugh at it. Yes, the man did favor Gabby. Except that the man was missing an eyebrow and was a little on the pudgy side.

"Spitting image of Gabby. Maybe it's his twin." Several others had a joke or two, trying to let off some of the pressure.

Kirsten continued with her paperwork until some time later when her partner came in and gave Rice the heads up and then informed her. Rice followed him out and dumped the next case on them with her the lead.

And soon they were on their way to the scene. Climbing in and buckling the seatbelt, she told him, "if you stop at a burger place, make mine a cheeseburger with just mayo and lettuce. Okay?"

She opened the file and started reading.

"What was she even doing here? She from here? No. Indianapolis. Why was she here and why with these two?"

She was anxious to get to the scene and look it over. Something was definitely screwy here. Two women. One man.

"By the way, how did old Jenn take it? One happy camper?" She joked with a wry grin. She was starving and needed something to eat while he drove.
 
Doyle filled Davis in on the slam dunk interview he had with Jimmy and Jenn. "I'll tell you we couldn't have wished for a better time for Jenn to go off the rails. haha And Jimmy was practically cumming when the DA offered up 15 over a possible life sentence he fucking jumped at it lock stock and barrel." Doyle laughed. "That is one fucking psycho bitch that is for sure."

They stopped and got a couple cheeseburgers and ate them as they drove. Doyle then handed her an envelope. "There's $75 g's in there. From the other night. Me you and Vick all got the same. Again please do not deposit into an American bank with your name attached to it. haha" Ha laughed. Doyle knew Davis wasn't that dumb but he just couldn't help but remind her. He had been working back channel deals with Vick and Kurt for a few years now and he still warned them.

He listened to her tell him about the sighting, Doyle was happy that there were sightings, the more the better, especially if they were not fabricated by him or his people. The more that came from people not connected to them the better off they were. For all, anyone knew Gabby was fleeing the country or already had. He didn't dwell on Gabby he was unsure how much it was bothering her and didn't want her thinking too hard about it. This was just another reason her being point, in this case, was so important.

They got to the house. It was in a poor predominantly white part of town. High crime, low police presence. They got out and looked around. "Says the house was a rental but hadn't been rented for almost a year. So I'm guessing the gangs have been squatting here for a while." Doyle said as they walked. He knew she would read the same things, this was more for his sake than hers.

The scene that greeted them was right out of the movie Scarface, Blood was everywhere. The three bodies their brains splattered all over a once white wall. A police officer came up and shook their hands. He addressed Doyle first.

"Afternoon, Detective Doyle. I'm Sgt Hollis. Ok, the victims were found by cops at seven this morning. Anonymous tip had been called in. They were found face down in front of that wall. Hands and feet zip tied. They had to have pissed off the B-side boys. They did this I'm sure of it." The Sgt said. Doyle looked up at him. He knew Davis was about to go off on him for jumping to conclusions and he also needed to set the cop straight on how things were going down from that moment on.

"Sgt Hollis is it. Ok first off you don't know shit. We at the 72 don't jump to conclusions before seeing all the facts. Second Detective Kirsten Davis is the point so you will address her first with all findings and answer her questions promptly and without bias or uneducated opinion got it?" Doyle said standing toe to toe with the cop.

"I just thought you were the lead seeing you have always been lead when I've seen you at a crime scene."

"There's that uneducated opinion I just warned you about. I have in the past been lead yes. But now my partner is lead, address her." It was clear to everyone in the room that the Sgt was an old-school cop and very skeptical of females in charge. Doyle knew that Hollis had better watch his step. Hollis turned to her and addressed Davis, walking her through everything they found when they entered. How the bodies were removed and then showed Davis the mountain of photos that were taken on a nearby laptop. There was a party there, all signs pointed to it, The house was a mess and stunk of not only death but, weed, cheap liquor, and vomit, he looked in the wastebasket and saw a lot of vomit in it.

"Yo Davis we have a sloppy one here. They left their vomit behind. Also, I only see one spent .45 casing in plain sight. And lastly, there are two soiled condoms beside the couch. I think everyone dashed when the shooting started. The vomit is either a man or woman that couldn't hold their booze or it's a result of the killing. I think we will be here a while. You there. Get everyone out except for the first on the scene, the CSI. Tell everyone they are to stay outside until The Detective in charge tells them otherwise. We will be here for a long time to get a runner for food and cordon off the block, no one in or out without Detective Davis's say so." Doyle barked at a nearby cop. Davis was in charge but the Sgt wasn't wrong Doyle had been lead so many times that old habits die hard. He made sure everyone he talked to knew who was in charge so there wouldn't be any more people addressing him over her. "So Davis your thoughts on how we should break this one down?" Doyle asked again doing his best to make sure she knew he saw her as the one in charge.

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She could smell the copper even before she stepped inside. The place looked like something out of a slasher movie. Her eyes were staring hard taking in everything with a critical eye. Right off the bat, something bothered her. But before she could say anything, a police officer came up and introduced himself.

Afternoon, Detective Doyle. I'm Sgt Hollis. Ok, the victims were found by cops at seven this morning. Anonymous tip had been called in. They were found face down in front of that wall. Hands and feet zip tied. They had to have pissed off the B-side boys. They did this I'm sure of it.

She gritted her teeth, trying not to light into the man. Doyle came to her rescue.

"Sgt Hollis is it. Ok first off you don't know shit. We at the 72 don't jump to conclusions before seeing all the facts. Second Detective Kirsten Davis is the point so you will address her first with all findings and answer her questions promptly and without bias or uneducated opinion got it?"

"I just thought you were the lead seeing you have always been lead when I've seen you at a crime scene."

"There's that uneducated opinion I just warned you about. I have in the past been lead yes. But now my partner is lead, address her."

The man colored at Doyle's words and then showed Davis around the crime scene. Showed her the photos taken. Doyle pointed out the vomit. Then he started clearing out everyone but the CSI. But she needed a moment of the quiet. She turned to him and said, "Get everyone out including CSI. I want CSI waiting on the porch." She turned to Sgt Hollis. "You, head to the right. Check out every house on this block. You," she pointed to another cop standing nearby, "head left and do the same. At the end of the block, cross the street and meet up here across the street. Ask how long people have been squatting here, if they saw anything, heard anything, etc. Now go. Everyone else wait outside." She spoke sotto voce to the CSI photographer. "I want you to photograph the crowds. I want to know whose watching us. Let me know if anyone seems to be running or trying to avoid being photographed. Doyle, come on."

With just her and Doyle in the room, she stood for a moment at the front door, her eyes viewing the scene. Doyle stood back behind her, letting her work as she did best.

The whole thing looked familiar. Déjà vu. "Doyle, this scene has been set for us. Like a movie. Even down to the .45. The one casing that they missed. Not hidden by blood or lost in a cushion. As if we were so stupid that we would miss it." She stopped. "This was set just for us. Going for maximum mess. Why is Missy here? She doesn't belong. Almost like she was to throw us off the scent. So who was the real target? Just who are these other two? Do you recognize their names? Carla Beeson and Andy what? What was Andy's last name? Are they familiar to you?"

She glanced through the rest of the house before telling Doyle to let the CSI in. She stood back and waited to see if they would find anything else.

"I want that entire trash container taken back and checked. I'm thinking that they have maybe hidden something in the bottom. Get someone with a strong stomach to check it. We don't need any more added to it."

She stepped over to one side with Doyle. "Thoughts?"
 
Doyle listened to what Davis had to say about the scene. He followed her orders and had the room cleared of everyone but her and Doyle.

\"Doyle, this scene has been set for us. Like a movie. Even down to the .45. The one casing that they missed. Not hidden by blood or lost in a cushion. As if we were so stupid that we would miss it. This was set just for us. Going for maximum mess. Why is Missy here? She doesn't belong. Almost like she was to throw us off the scent. So who was the real target? Just who are these other two? Do you recognize their names? Carla Beeson and Andy what? What was Andy's last name? Are they familiar to you?"

Doyle looked at the few notes he had made of the case thus far. "Andy Wingham. I don't know them no. Andy was from what I read a tough guy for a gang calling themselves the Ravens. Carla was busted for possession and prostitution a few times but I never dealt with her. Always beat the rap or served a few days, nothing ever major, same with Andy, a few minor arrests but nothing that would make him do any real time. I'll ask around but can't promise anything. My scene was always drugs. Vice was Vick's thing I'll see if he knows her. Her picture sure doesn't look like a 22-year-old, she's lived a long life in few short years." Doyle said of the state of her. Even with half her head missing. "She's been beaten very recently too. Look at the bruising, her nose was broken, her eyes are swollen as shit, yet Missy other then the bullet to the head is fine as is Andy. Shit partner this is fucked up. Your right, this is all kind of wrong. But why do it at all? Why bring Missy here. That just draws more attention to the scene. A clean-cut white girl with nothing to do here. Had it been three scum bags the pressure to find the killer would have been far less. They are asking for this to be nationwide!" It was a sad truth that killing a person who comes across as innocent will bring down more pressure on you then just killing a known criminal. Like killing a celebrity.

Doyle barked at the CSI to get into the garbage with the vomit to check Davis's theory then he went out to check that the uniforms were doing their job and to look at the crowd, he wanted to see for himself who was watching. Of course, the whole block was outside watching them. This only made their jobs a lot harder.

KC
 
"Maximum show. Get as many cops interested in it. Like we're being led around by the nose. Galls me." She mumbled to herself. Doyle had stepped outside to survey the crowd and she stood there watching the coroner bent over the bodies doing his job. It was obvious that they were dead. The fact that the back of their heads were missing was a dead giveaway. However, rules were rules and the bodies, unless they had been still alive, could not be removed except by the coroner. Kent Draper, the coroner, looked up at her.

"Somebody really didn't like this woman, did they?"

"That's how it looks, doesn't it?" She answered him. "Can we bag their hands? And we have condoms here. Be interesting to see if any of them had sex, consensual or not."

"No problem." He quickly wrapped up three sets of hands. Walking around the living room, she told a technician, "Be sure to check under and around that couch. In fact, I want all the furniture checked, under and behind. And careful reaching in behind the cushions. In a place like here, there could be syringes. Be careful but be thorough."

That stupid bullet bothered her. No blood on it. What was it doing laying out like a calling card? Calling card? She wondered if Doyle was finding anything outside.

Carla Beeson. Andy Wingham. Missy Parker.

She walked in the bedroom. The bed was a mess, stained with semen and other bodily fluids. She watched a tech bag the bedding. The mattress looked pretty worn.

"Turn the mattress over." The tech grabbed the saggy thing and with gloved hands lifted the mattress.

"Shit!" The whole underside of the mattress was covered with blood. Either this was where Carla's initial beat up happened, or maybe there was someone else that got it?

"Take this whole bed apart. I want the mattress and box springs to go back to the lab." She was going to be snowed with evidence. But she still had the feeling that this was all for show.
 
Doyle stood out on the ratty, rundown porch for over twenty minutes surveying the growing crowd. He saw many concerned faces, many people just seemed curious, there were a lot of people he would have considered bangers but none were giving off the tells that told him that they knew anything.

"Officer, I want you and three others taking pictures of the crowd. Let me and Detective Davis know of anyone that puts up a particular fuss about it." Doyle told one of the cops that were standing by the newly arrived coffee truck. It was tacky but kept the cops on the site and kept them alert.

When he was satisfied that the ones canvasing the area were doing a good job and that the crowd would offer no real insight into the case he went back in. Davis already had the whole CSI team going through the house with a fine tooth comb. It was nice to work with a partner that cared again. It got him caring more too. Phil always wanted results but had grown lazy, truthfully the entire 72 station had grown a little lethargic over the years. Maybe he was to blame seeing he was one of the worst for finding the easy way of doing things. Not anymore though, along with a great body and is a dynamo in the sack, Davis was smart and got people around her wanting to do better, be better and he was no exception.

He surveyed the room, the more he thought about it the more he hated it. She had brought up a scary scenario. "It was staged for us!" The fact that it was so gruesome told him that they were dealing with a real nut job who was openly challenging them. But would it end with the deaths of these people, or was the perp, just getting started.

Doyle heard her call him into one of the bedrooms. Heading in he saw the upturned mattress. "Aw fuck me are you kidding?" Doyle said looking at the blood. "The original beating of Carla?" One of the CSI's said repeating Davis possible thoughts.

"Not a chance, I mean ya it could be but it would be in addition to something worse. A broken nose wouldn't produce that much blood. But there's no blood spray on any of the walls so maybe a knife? Or a bullet super close range." Doyle said. He knew Davis was thinking along the same lines. The CSI just reaffirmed it for them.

"Ya, the blood is soaked right into the mattress. She would have bled out from this much blood loss. And with the blood by her body, she definitely died there."

Davis filled him in on all that she found while he was outside. Fuck what he wouldn't give to be alone in her bed in fact anywhere other than here right then. He shook his head and got back into the game. "Ok, we know that they were partying here. So far none of the neighbors are saying anything that helps us. The owner has been left a dozen messages. I think when we are done here we go see him. He and his daughter live in same... Well fuck me they live two blocks from me." Doyle said looking at the address of the owner. Says he owns a dozen such places all over the state actually. I'll do a little digging to see if they are all in such poor areas. Also, try and find out what kind of landlord he is. His name is... Henry Pierce, Daughter is Alyssa. Wife died five years ago started to rent about the same time. He's 59 she's 32. And that is all we have on them so far. From what I've read I don't think they look like the killers but we should see them anyway." Doyle finished and put his phone back in his pocket.
"An hour of sex all your choice, for your thoughts on this shit!" He said flirting a little, the CSI was now out of the room getting a large sheet of plastic for the bed.

KC
 
"I've got a feeling that CSI is gonna hate me. But what we miss now is compromised. We've got three dead, a possible fourth one out there somewhere. If that's a case, could there be even more dead that we don't know about? And why these 3. They were lined up like ducks in a shooting gallery and murdered. And that stupid bullet casing. Could it be a calling card?"

She knew that Doyle probably thought her crazy, pondering out loud. She heard the coroner's office removing the bodies to the morgue for autopsies in the living room.

"Doyle, have you heard of any other killings where there was a bullet left as a calling card? I know that I'm clutching at straws but that stupid bullet bothers me. Look at all this blood! It practically paints the room, out there. In here. Yet that bullet casing is placed in the one spot that doesn't have blood on it. That stupid casing didn't bounce or roll. It had to be placed there. On purpose. A calling card that says, 'Lookie, Police, I was here. I did this.'" She took a breath.

"I take it that nothing jumped out with photographing the crowds?"

Ok, we know that they were partying here. So far none of the neighbors are saying anything that helps us. The owner has been left a dozen messages. I think when we are done here we go see him. He and his daughter live in same... Well fuck me they live two blocks from me. Says he owns a dozen such places all over the state actually. I'll do a little digging to see if they are all in such poor areas. Also, try and find out what kind of landlord he is. His name is... Henry Pierce, Daughter is Alyssa. Wife died five years ago started to rent about the same time. He's 59 she's 32. And that is all we have on them so far. From what I've read I don't think they look like the killers but we should see them anyway.

"Yeah, we can go there after we leave here." She stopped for a moment, thinking through things. His voice sounded in her ear.

An hour of sex all your choice, for your thoughts on this shit!

So that only Doyle heard her, she quietly whispered to him. "If we had the time, I wish you could throw me up against the wall and fuck my brains out."

She heard the technician coming back and moved away before she jumped his bones. "I need to check out the bathroom." She took one look in and said, "Shit!"
 
"Ah fuck it, that's there job, the geeks can suck it if they say a word I'll put them in line," Doyle said defending her decision to go through the house with a fine tooth comb. Then he thought about the bullet casing. "Not that I recall, I've worked more than a few murders in the decade I've been here. I'll look into my past cases. Especially cold cases. So that's four murders now. An anonymous call, we know the place was used as a party house but we have no idea who was here when the killings happened. It very well could have been just five people, one being the killer! But to get them subdued and lined up like that. And this fuck was a tough guy, yet no bruising no injuries, just the bullet to the fucking head. So that tells me that there were more than one that walked away. Unless he helped the killer and then was taken out last and joined the others in this mess." Doyle said trying to think it all through.

"If we had the time, I wish you could throw me up against the wall and fuck my brains out." When she said it Doyle's cock went rigid. But they both knew the case and the dead deserved their full attention right then. Davis would get his soon enough.

She walked over to the washroom just up the hall and opened the door. "Shit!"

Doyle cringed his erection gone as fast as it came. He had enough of this place and all the bullshit this case was dropping into their laps. He walked up and looked over her shoulder. The toilet was straight out of Trainspotting. Had he not lost almost all his sense of smell he was sure he would have thrown up everywhere. The small fan was working double time to keep the smell at bay. There was also a bundle of towels on the floor keeping the smell in. "If this fucking house didn't stink so fucking badly to start with there would be no way we wouldn't have missed this, the piss in the toilet is at least a week old judging from the strong stink. There's fucking vomit all over the linoleum. Just like downstairs though this shit isn't as recent." Doyle said and turned away. "Sargent, get the fucking Sargent in here now!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He looked back in. "The toilet is over fucking flowing, the sink is clogged, I pity the asshole that would have to use that shower. There's blood on the seat too. The window is ajar..." He was saying more to himself than his partner.

"You called me!" Hollis said walking up to them.

"Sure fucking did I thought you said that the first on scene checked every room? Did they check the fucking bathroom? Cause we weren't informed of this shit show! Had we been we would have had a fucking hazmat-suited team of CSI in there combing through it!" Doyle said angrily. He knew Davis was lead but he wasn't going to give Hollis a break on this one. They were now looking at a possible serial killer and yet the cops on sight weren't doing the basics of their job.

"Yes sir, well I was told they did, what I mean is I wasn't aware they had not gone through the house properly," Hollis said backing away from the scene.

"Well round them up and have them explain to you why they didn't do their jobs. You do fucking understand why it is we need you all to do your jobs right?"

"Their just a few gang bangers! No one will miss them!" Hollis said. Both Davis and Doyle turned on him like a couple of devils.

"Excuse me!" They said in unison. Though a week ago Doyle would have been there laughing about it with Hollis, not since Davis joined up with him though. Now it was all business.

"Listen to me Sgt, They deserve no less than the best possible work from every one of us then the richest movie star got it!" Doyle said in a threatening tone.

"Got it sorry. Fuck. Ok, I'll get to the bottom of this!" Hollis said and walked off.

"Let's bounce and let them sort it out," Doyle said leaving the horror scene of a bathroom behind.


He walked out and looked at the CSI team wrapping the mattress. "You boys better get suited up, the bathroom needs a good going through. See you boys tomorrow. Call Davis with everything of note!" Doyle said to them. They both gave him the finger He gave a chuckle.

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"Just a minute, Doyle. This toilet has not been flushed for several days? When do you not flush a toilet? When it's stopped up. So if the piss is about week old, has it been stopped that long?" She paused, thinking. Stopping a CSI tech, she asked, "Who is the CSI head?" The man pointed over to a woman supervising the dismantling of the bed.

"Excuse me, uh...?"

"Dr. Casswell. Ellen Casswell. You lead here?"

"Yes. Sorry. Detective Kirsten Davis." She smiled quickly at the woman. "We've got a stopped up toilet in here. I need to know what is stopping it up."

"Really? You don't ask for a lot, do you?" The doctor gave her a wry grin. "With what we've got here, we're gonna be swamped with work as it is." She stopped to answer a question from a tech before turning back to Davis. "Okay. Anything else? The sink in the kitchen?"

"I'll check it on my way out. Thank you." She grinned at Doyle and took a glance into the kitchen. It was surprisingly free of blood. There was plenty of other stuff - bottled of booze, half eaten pizza, cartons of Chinese food, Burger King wrappers. She wrote down the name on the pizza box and took a quick picture of the receipt for the Chinese food and the hamburger place before the tech could bag them. For the condition of the house, it was in relatively good shape.

"Any basement?" She asked Hollis as he suddenly appeared. Doyle must have scared the shit sufficiently as the man was all 'yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am' to her all of the sudden.

"No ma'am, it's a slab house."

"Okay,I want that back yard combed. And I mean, parted and combed. Also, check the attic. Has that been checked?"

"The attic? Uh, no ma'am. Is there an attic?"

Both she and Doyle looked at the man as if he were dumb as toast. Kirsten raised an eyebrow in question. "Just how did you become a police officer? 99% of these old houses have an attic. Why don't you just trot up there and check it out yourself. It will be good experience for you." Doyle couldn't miss the sarcastic tone she gave the man. The look he gave her spoke volumes.

"Surely this is not that man's first crime scene," she mumbled to her partner. She could feel her body aching for him, but the job came first. Thank god he understood. And she knew that he knew that she craved just what he would do to her once they had the time.

"You ready to get out of their hair and go see the landlord. Maybe he'll be home by now." She and Doyle started walking to the car. News cameras were pointed towards her and Doyle, straining to try and get their attention from behind the policemen and yellow crime scene tape.

"Detective Davis! Detective Davis!" She whirl to see Hollis gingerly leaning out of the upstairs window. He motioned her back.

By the time that she and Doyle got back in the house, Hollis was coming down the stairs. "You need to see this for yourself, Detective."

"Another body?"

"No ma'am, but it's creepy."

She headed for the pull down stairs that led to the attic. It was a dusty smell that greeted her nose as she stepped onto the attic floor. It has a half finished look to it, basic wood floor and dry wall up for the walls. Sunlight shone through the small bare window. She had expected maybe forgotten boxes. Or even some dust bunnies. Instead, the floor looked freshly swept. She kept her distance to avoid contaminating the scene, but between the window and the flashlight, she could easily see what had bothered Hollis.

Written on the opposite wall in big letters in what looked like lipstick was,

A GIFT FOR YOU
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

On the floor in front of the words was a shiny bullet casing.

"Fuck!" She cursed under her breath.
 
Doyle knew he needed to break a lot of old bad habits but he so wanted to get out of there. He waited for Davis to deal with the lead CSI. She was good very good and Doyle knew she would have better luck with her than he did Ellen hated how Doyle would bark at her team and call them the geek squad or the virgin cop squad. When it had been he and Phil they had been so hard on a couple of them that they found new cities to work in. But like so many cops they heard the stories about Doyle and his circle of friends and were scared shitless to report him for actual fear of their lives.

Now it was Davis though and Ellen seemed to take to her better. Davis told Ellen what she needed then they were off to the kitchen, she yelled at Hollis a little, did a little work then they were almost out the door. Hollis called them back and what they saw in the attic pissed off and excited Doyle and he knew Davis's excitement was up too. This was it, a direct challenge for them to catch him.

"Oh, it's on mother fucker. Hollis no one up here till the Geeks have been through it! All are tagged and photos were taken. You guard the door. Sorry to say but they have about ten hours still down there then they'll get up here. No cop is to leave, no one is to talk to the press without Davis or Capt Rice's ok. Got it?" Doyle said leaving the attic. They made it to the car Doyle ignored the cameras as did Davis and soon they were flying out of the area.

"They are challenging us. They are pitting themselves against us!" Doyle said not able to hide his excitement. In the military, he was always pumped before an operation. Now it was all the same feeling. "We have probably at least four dead. Two known bangers and one college kid with zero priors. I don't get it." Doyle admitted, he knew he brought a lot to the team, but wished he was smarter at this part of it. His golden goose was his many CI's, his many high ranking officials on the take, his willingness to do what others weren't and lastly his complete lack of caring if a criminal lives or dies. Without that emotion, he was able to stay alive where many would have died. But the break down the real Sherlock Holmes shit that was where he was weakest. Seeing the picture before anyone else. But that was just one more thing that Davis brought to the team. Phil was basically an exact copy of Doyle in the brains department. He was clean yet in many ways dirty, He was lazy and he didn't care really about anyone as long as he made it home at night. Much like Doyle though Dole cared about keeping people safe, he just went about it in an almost criminal fashion.

Now here he was and now more than ever he needed to work to keep innocent people from dying. "Davis do think it's possible that Missy was brought into the scene to show us he'll kill anyone! I mean had it been three bangers it would have looked like a gangland killing right?" He asked his partner. He was curious where her thoughts on this all were But he had learned in a short time that unlike himself she spoke only after she thought it through.

They were now about ten minutes out when Doyle got a call, he normally wouldn't let a partner hear the conversation but he trusted Davis so much that he put it on Bluetooth. "Doyle!" He said.

"Jake Becca's missing and... Well just get to her place now!" Rae said into the phone.

"She's not missing! She's probably out with her loser piece of shit boyfriend working off an epic coke binge." Doyle said to his wife.

"Fuck you, asshole!" She screamed into the phone. Doyle turned off Bluetooth and put the phone to his head and pulled over. He signaled to Davis to write down what he said.

"Calm down. And lower your fucking tone, I'm not hard of hearing. What makes you think she's missing. Just last year you had me call in favors to find her because she was missing then too. Turned out she was with her loser boyfriend sleeping off AN EPIC COKE BINGE!" Doyle began and finished by screaming into his phone. "Fine Davis and I are in the area we'll be there in ten stay put." And he hung up and slammed his phone down. "Sorry about that. We need to make a pit stop. Rae said she was sent a package that told her that Becca is missing." He said to Davis and sped off towards Becca's place.

When they got to her condo Doyle led her up to the tenth floor and they knocked. Rae answered. "Thanks for taking the time... Fucking asshole. Davis sorry to drag you into this but seeing this retard can't think his way out of a toilet stall I'm glad your here. Now before you start in on me fucko. Becca went missing a few days ago, that day we saw you. She went to work and didn't come home. I remembered her past times and left it alone and would have still left it alone but this showed up for me just a half hour ago." Rae was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a tight tee. She had her hair up in a high ponytail The condo was messy and stunk of a man's cheap aftershave and weed. There were the telltale signs that drugs were consumed in this place.

"Davis," Doyle said and pointed to the envelope. he put on a glove and picked it up. It was addressed. 'To the cop's wife!' He opened it up. "Rae please tell me you didn't touch what's inside with your bare hands?"

Rae shot him a scathing look. "Fuck you!"

Doyle smiled and looked inside. There clear as day was a shiny .45 caliber brass casing and three photos. He pulled them out carefully. the first was of Davis and himself at the crime scene they were just at. It was taken just when they arrived there before they had even entered the house. The second was of Doyle, Rae, and Becca talking the other day. The last was Davis walking with Doyle out of Tony's place the night Gabby was killed. He looked at Davis but said nothing.

"That's Tony's place right! You just getting a rub and tug?" Rae said in a low tone. Doyle knew she was baiting him and trying to get him mad.

"Yup, I figure one of your many rent a cock was deep in your lose asshole about that same time." Davis could see that these two had a very volatile relationship.

Rae just gritted her teeth and walked over to the living room and picked up a bong. "Ya, that's it get high! Forget there's a problem. Fuck any wonder how you and your sister lived this fucking long. We'll look into it stay at the cabin with Link and you are not to leave, no matter what. You have no job, so no worries there. Don't call your parents either I don't need them slowing down the investigation by calling me a million times. Give me the address her boyfriend lives. And no more fucking drugs for fuck sake!" Doyle said to her. He hated Davis seeing him like this with his wife but this bullet and pictures changed everything. They were now without a question the targets of the killer's obsession. He dialed a number and walked out of the room into the hall leaving Rae and Davis alone. Rae put the bong down and sat on the sofa.

"Sorry about that Davis. I know we are done! Jake and I, we've been growing apart for over a year now. But Becca is my sister and I love her. We aren't perfect but she doesn't deserve to die!" She said. "Though we hate each other more than anything Jake is the only man I trust and by extension, I trust you too! So please get her back to me!" Rae said.


Doyle walked back in. "Link will be here in twenty pack your shit and go with him. The cabin is not on the books so no one knows I own it. You stay with him till I call you. In fact, give me your phone I don't trust you!" Doyle said and snatched it from her hand roughly. "Just fucking do as I say for once in your life," Doyle said and signally for them to leave. They stood in the hall and waited.

"Sorry Davis." He said more because she just saw him at his worst. "Link is an old military buddy of mine. He works now as private security for the rich. He's the best cover man I know. I'm sure he'll be balls deep in Rae the minute they are there but she'll be safe while we deal with this shit!" He listened to what she had to say on the matters while they waited and soon enough a tall man wearing jeans and a tan Carhart jacket walked off the elevator.

"Fuck about time you called me!" Link said and pulled Doyle into a hug. They were the same build, Link was taller by three inches. He kept his head bald, Davis could tell he was packing.

"Fuck you, man. Link this is my partner Kirsten Davis. Ok, she's all yours keep her at this location till I call you. I have her phone you are not to let her make any calls and only I'll come for you two or call you two. Possibly Davis, anyone else shoot them on sight! Got it?" Link nodded he shook Davis's hand and went into the condo. A minute later they walked out and the four of them went to the street, Link, and Rae into his truck and Davis, Doyle into the car. They went their separate ways.

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"No comment!" Basically that was what she and Doyle mumbled on the way to the car as microphones and cameras were shoved in their faces. As they got in the car to head off towards the landlords house, she could tell that her partner was pumped. She wasn't. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Something was pricking at the back of her mind. Bothering her. Like that hangnail that kept snagging on your clothes. And it all seemed to focus on that casing.

Why Missy? She didn't fit the puzzle. And who was the fourth person?

Davis do think it's possible that Missy was brought into the scene to show us he'll kill anyone! I mean had it been three bangers it would have looked like a gangland killing right?

"I've been wondering the same thing. I can't help but think that we are being led around by the nose. Like he is saying, 'Look at me! See me! See what I can do!' This..."

Doyle's phone rang, interrupting her train of thought. He put it on Bluetooth and she heard his wife. What she heard was a panicky woman, and once again, the hairs stood in the back of her neck as the two argued. Maybe she didn't know the woman but she knew her feelings and this felt real.

Doyle finally took it off Bluetooth and pulled over, talking on the phone to Rae. When finally he hung up, he mentioned a package. Over and over in her brain, the words chanted like some demented mantra. A GIFT FOR YOU A GIFT FOR YOU A GIFT FOR YOU. She fought to remain calm.

An angry Rae greeted them and immediately Doyle and Rae began a war of words. She was tempted to tell Doyle to leave, but for the moment, she held her tongue.

Thanks for taking the time... Fucking asshole. Davis sorry to drag you into this but seeing this retard can't think his way out of a toilet stall I'm glad your here. Now before you start in on me fucko. Becca went missing two days ago, that day we saw you. She went to work and didn't come home. I remembered her past times and left it alone and would have still left it alone but this showed up for me just a half hour ago.

The padded manilla envelop was spiffy clean on the outside. No postmark or stamps. All it had on the outside was in neat block letters To the cop's wife!. Her heart was pounding in her ears. First out was the casing. Her mouth went dry with the photos. She knew that this was not going to turn out good though she said nothing in front of Rae, other than to ask, "Rae, how did you receive it?"

"There was a knock on the door and when I opened the door, there it was." Rae gave Doyle a glare, as if to ask him, why didn't you think of that asshole?. She could see that their relationship had become volatile and wondered if her affair with Doyle had had anything to do with it.

The two argued a bit more before Doyle left the room to make a phone call. Rae turned to her and Davis could see the desperation in the woman's eyes.

Sorry about that Davis. I know we are done! Jake and I, we've been growing apart for over a year now. But Becca is my sister and I love her. We aren't perfect but she doesn't deserve to die! Though we hate each other more than anything Jake is the only man I trust and by extension, I trust you too! So please get her back to me! Kirsten nodded in understanding.

"I promise you that I will do everything that I can. Rae, I need your help. I need several unused baggies. Let me get them, okay. I also need a magic marker." Rae pointed out the drawer where they were still in their box. She picked out several various smaller sized and one jumbo. They went into the bathroom. She had Rae write 'BECCA'S TOOTHBRUSH' on the outside of the bag before turning the Baggie wrong side out and using it like a glove to snag the item. Zipped up, in it went into the jumbo Baggie.

Next was Becca's hairbrush, which Rae swore she had never used or touched. Same thing - in a bag. Back in the kitchen, she had Rae grab a small little dessert plate from the shelf and Kirsten washed and dried it good. The melamine plate was ugly and worn but would do the job. She then had her hold the plate several ways, making sure that all 10 fingers at some time touched it before dropping it in yet another Baggie. On the outside, she had Rae write 'Rae's fingerprints. Everything went in the jumbo Baggie and she had Rae tape it and sign the bag. Kirsten then wrote the case number in the upper left hand corner. 2017-1545H-72. She was glad that the woman didn't ask too many questions. She didn't want to lie to her and quite frankly, she was afraid of just where her thoughts were headed.

"One last thing, Rae. Stay away from the drugs for now. Please. Things are getting dangerous and you need to have your wits about you. Okay."

Doyle returned with the news that some guy named Link would be coming to protect and take care of Rae. While she was packing, Doyle motioned for them to step out in the hall.

Sorry Davis. Link is an old military buddy of mine. He works now as private security for the rich. He's the best cover man I know. I'm sure he'll be balls deep in Rae the minute they are there but she'll be safe while we deal with this shit!

"Doyle, just remember. She's scared. She's not like us - she doesn't have the ability to do something about it. She frustrated and scared." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "And quite frankly, I don't think that it's gonna be good. When we get back to the station, I have some stuff that I want to check against..." She lifted the Baggie and knew that he knew exactly what she was thinking. She worried that the blood on the mattress back at that house could be Becca's blood.

Soon Link arrived and Doyle brought the man up to date. This Link had the look of one that could take care of himself and take care of Rae, which was good. Cause Rae could be in real danger.

When they all left, Link and Rae left in Link's vehicle while she and Doyle headed for the police car. He popped the trunk and she deposited the Baggie full of stuff in the lockbox back there.

Once in the car, she reminded him. "We are being watched." The hair on the back of her neck rose. A quick glance around showed nothing eye catching. Standard traffic, people walking. A dog barking. The car pulled away from the curb as they headed for the landlord's house. As Doyle drove, she called Dr. Casswell to see how things were going. Ellen told her that they were still knee deep in shit and that a plumber was on his way to take apart the toilet. Doyle just listened in and seemed to know that that if he spoke it would rub the woman the wrong way.
 
When they got into the car Davis reminded Doyle that they were being watched. The pictures only confirmed it. This pissed him off and he was having trouble keeping his anger at bay.

Davis had seen Rae for the scared woman she was. Doyle's anger with his wife seemed to keep him from seeing the big picture. "You know we used to love each other. Then Becca came into the picture. She moved here from Chicago with her loser boyfriend. Well, everything changed. Not all at once but sure enough it did." Doyle began to explain unprompted to his partner. Like he needed her to play therapist with him too. "You know when you have a person in your life that you know is no good for you? Yet you don't distance yourself from them. Well, that's Becca. I should tell you, she and I had a short affair. Rae has no idea mind you. That is probably the only thing Becca ever kept from her. Well about a year ago it happened and sure enough, it was over as fast as it started. We promised to never tell a sole. I told her that it was a mistake and I loved Rae, Becca seemed to agree but from that point on she was getting into trouble. She would get arrested and tell the arresting officer to call me that I would take care of it. Then she started getting into drugs and not long after Rae was right there with her. Every time I tried to interview Becca would drop hints that she would spill it on us. Rae knew I hadn't been faithful but knowing Becca was the woman I had been sleeping with! Well, that would kill her." He pulled in front of a house that closely resembled his own, there were lights on in the large bay window.

"Just another minute, please. Look I'm not proud, I was an asshole, in many ways I still am. But that man is gone. I can't change what I did, I fucked up. But with it being Becca, and the killer or someone close to the killer targeting us, I am curious if the killer knows about it? I mean Becca never told Rae, but that doesn't mean that she didn't tell other people! If this person is targeting us or me then going after Becca might be his or her misguided thought of hurting me or trying to scare me. I hold no illusions that she's alive but it won't throw me off of what needs to be done. I just wanted you to hear it from me before it came up possibly later. I also promise you this, the killer will not escape us if she is dead, and he will not be brought in either. He will resist and will be shot dead resisting." Doyle said that last part almost telling Davis that if Becca was dead this killer would die at his hands.

They made it to the house it was just past seven now and already seemed like the day had lasted twenty hours longer than that. They got out and now Doyle was a lot more cautious about who was around them and possibly watching them. He looked around but saw nothing. That more than anything was what bothered him about this all. The fact that this person or persons seemed one step ahead of them. Though he wasn't scared of them he was concerned. They went to the door and Doyle knocked. "You might as well do the talking! I don't even know what to say right now!" Doyle admitted still looking around. The door opened and a rather snooty looking older man opened the door, he reminded Doyle of the main villan in every british t.v. series.

"Can I help you?" The man asked looking at them, he was pleasent but Doyle had the sneaking suspicion that the man was expecting them.

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This was more information than she had expected. This whole business was dirty. Very dirty. But unless Becca's told someone, she had no plans on revealing what her partner had just revealed. And she realized that he needed someone to talk to - a sort of father confessor. And so she listened.

"Doyle, none of us have led pure lives. There is good and bad in all of us. But your secret is safe with me."

He nodded and they got out and headed up the walk to the front door of the house. You might as well do the talking! I don't even know what to say right now!

Their ring of the doorbell was answered by a man with a superior air about him. As this was hardly the part of town where servants and afternoon teas were a part of life, she took it as a way for this man to attempt to show a culture he neither owned nor possessed.

Can I help you?

She ignored his snooty superior look and introduced themselves. "Yes. Mr. Henry Pierce? I am Detective Davis. This is my partner Detective Doyle. We are with LPD. Could we come in and speak with you in private?"

"I suppose so." He led the way into the living room. As far as she could see, everything was nice and neat. Very tidy. As he sat in the wingback chair, she and Doyle perched on the edge of the sofa. The thing was hard as a rock and just as welcoming. The room was stark white with accents if dark charcoal grey. Definitely not a homey room.

"I have been expecting you. The news has been full of nothing but it. I take it that something has gone amiss at one of my rental properties. That particular house is supposed to be empty at the moment. The news say that it's riffraff. Sad, but I suppose that they must have brought it on themselves."

Kirsten stopped writing for a moment. "Pardon me?" Her eyebrows lifted in question.

"Well, I mean, the news said it was probably a drug deal gone bad. And drug dealers are so nasty, aren't they?"

"Well, Mr. Pierce, I find that quite frequently, the news doesn't really know who or what they are talking about. Now, you say that the place is supposed to be vacant at the moment? Can you tell me who and for how long it was last rented?"

As Mr. Pierce pulled a small notebook from his breast pocket, he looked bored, giving Davis a condescending smile. "Dear me. I'm afraid that you are rather like your counterparts on television. I had anticipated you would ask me that question. Let me see. He rented for a whole year. And his name was John Browning."

A chill went through the her. The name struck a nerve in her, though she didn't know if Doyle was aware of the connection and she cut her eyes over to her partner.

"What can you tell me about this Mr. Browning? What did he look like? How did he pay?"

"Well, he was around 6ft, well built, dark haired with a mustache and scruffy sort of beard, sort of what I think that they call a bad boy look. My daughter was quite taken with him, but then she has no taste. I've tried but she refuses to listen to me. She even dated him a couple of times." The man paused to get back on track. "He always paid with cash and always paid 3 days before it was due. He moved out 2 weeks ago and I just haven't had the time to get the place cleaned."

Davis doubted that the house could be cleaned now. When everything was said and done, the best thing would be to demolish the house and start over.

"What kind of tenant was he?"

Oh, a gem. He never caused a problem. Never complained. Quiet. I just wish that Alyssa would find herself a banker or some business man."

"Did he say where he worked?"

"He said that he was an entrepreneur."

Davis nodded. "Is there any chance of talking to you daughter? She might know something that you don't."

"Well, she's not here. I haven't seen her for several days. We're both very busy and frequently go for days without seeing or talking to each other. She is an adult after all."

Kirsten's phone began to ring and she glanced at it, noting that it was Dr. Casswell.

"I need to take this call, Mr. Pierce. If you will excuse me. I believe that Detective Doyle may have some questions for you." Kirsten nodded to her partner and stepped into the hall to answer her phone.
 
Davis showed once again why in this situation she was perfect for the lead. She was direct and kept on track. Henry was the type of person Doyle would love to kick the shit out of. He to his credit did answer what was asked and didn't seem to beat around the bush. After giving his narrow-minded view of drug addicts and dealers she prompted him to continue. When he said the name, John Browning. Doyle knew right away that the name either meant something or was a name that sparked a memory with her. Though he had no idea who it was at all.

She looked at her phone and excused her self. Doyle watched her leave and was now more curious about this John Browning then anything else. "Yes, Henery do you have a picture of Alyssa?" Doyle asked wanting to get an idea of what she looked like. "Also did he leave a forwarding address for any mail that might come later?"

"I have lots of pictures of her she's my daughter. haha As for a forwarding address! No, I'm afraid not. He was a good tenant but not very inviting with information if you know what I mean?"

"I don't no! Several days without seeing your daughter who lives here with you! And you say that's common. I have to say that sounds very unlikely to me!" Doyle said. He was saying this all more to try and rattle Henery than anything else, he hated this man and hated how he acted and most likely would hate his views on the world too. This was the kind of man who believed the hype about social status and that he was above certain people.

"Well, what I mean is that whenever I asked him questions he would answer them... Well to be honest very vaguely. As for not seeing Alyssa, I think I already said we come and go as we please. Look I don't mean to be rude but you seem to think I know what happened or can shed light on what happened at that house. I don't know and I can not offer any information about it. It was rented, now it's not and now there's been a murder there. Which I don't need to tell you will make it hard to rent again." Doyle shook his head. Of course, he only cares about his rental property.

"What kind of car did he drive? This Mr. Browning. How did he dress?" Doyle asked as Davis dealt with the person on the phone. It must have been important seeing she was taking awhile.

"Car? Well, he drove a Lexus I think! He dressed top shelf, he wore suits a lot nicer than mine are. Tailor made to fit you see! From what Alyssa told me he was a big tipper and all that!"

"Yet he was a bad boy. Renting a dilapidated old house in one of the poorest areas of the city. An area that hasn't seen a car that nice in it in years unless you count the Cadillacs the dealers drive. He was a big tipper and seemed to have money! Then why rent that shit hole?" Doyle asked, Henry, smiled at the shit hole jab.

"To each their own detective! Why did he rent that place? I have no idea. It was a damn fine place when I first got it then that area went to shit!"

"When did you buy it?"

"Four years ago!" Henry said standing up and getting a drink.

"Well that area has been a poor area and very high crime for the better part of two decades, have you ever been to it in recent years. You don't strike me as the kind of person who would venture into the area!"

"I've got a lot of properties and other money-making ventures too! So no I've not been there in awhile! I don't think I like your tone young man! I've done nothing wrong here and I must ask that you two leave and not return without a warrant and my lawyer present. Here is the picture you asked for." Henry said walking up to Doyle and handing him a photo of a nice looking, yet bitchy looking woman.

Doyle took it and stood up. "Davis time to go! Mr. Pierce doesn't leave town. We are not done with you yet! If you know anything now is the time to tell us, There were murders committed on your property, Kentucky has a hard line on murder. Wouldn't want you getting into trouble for withholding information would we?"

"Get out now!" Henry said and walked to his door and opened it up. Doyle looked at Davis who was now in the hall still on the phone.

"We'll be in touch! And please have your daughter call us when you eventually see her!" Doyle said handing Henry his card.

KC

Henry
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Alyssa
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"Detective Davis."

"This is Dr. Casswell. I thought that you might like to know what we found in the toilet. Hair."

Kirsten frowned, confused. "Hair? What kind of hair? Can you tell?"

"Just looking at it, it looks shaved. So no hair root, and therefore no DNA. But it looks like a full head of long hair. Maybe a reddish brown. Or that could be shit."

"Great." Her tone was frustrated. "How long it it?"

"At first glance, maybe 15-18" long. And it might be more than one person's hair. It's a great big mass. We'll go through it back at the lab."

From where she stood in the hall, it sounded like Doyle was arguing with Mr. Pierce. Maybe it just sounded like it. She wanted to stay on the man's good side until they knew more.

"Also, the attic is clean as a whistle, no prints, no..."

Suddenly there was a ruckus in the living room with Doyle calling to her. She told Ellen. "I gotta go. We're on our way back."

"Davis time to go! Mr. Pierce doesn't leave town. We are not done with you yet! If you know anything now is the time to tell us, There were murders committed on your property, Kentucky has a hard line on murder. Wouldn't want you getting into trouble for withholding information would we?"

"Get out now!"

"We'll be in touch! And please have your daughter call us when you eventually see her!"

She walked in just as Pierce was ushering her partner out of the room.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Pierce, but would it be possible to get something that your daughter touched."

"Out!"

"Yes sir, I understand. It's just that I need them for elimination purposes. We are finding all kinds of fingerprints in the house and since you own the house, I am sure that both you and your daughter have been in it."

"Of course we have. So?"

Well, this will help us eliminate your fingerprints and hone in on the killer. It would help us tell right away whose fingerprints are whose. And we would need yours too. If you could come down to the police station some time today would be ideal. You can ask you attorney and bring him down with you if you need him. We just don't want to find fingerprints that don't match our victims and come to find out it was yours left from when you showed the house." She gave him a smile and the man acted put out but nodded.

She got a Baggie from the kitchen and followed Mr. Pierce back to Alyssa's bedroom. It was mildly messy - she wished she could look through stuff but she was pushing her luck as it was.

Soon the were in the car and on their was back to the crime scene with Alyssa's hairbrush locked in the back with the other evidence. Before they arrived, she lit into Doyle.

"What were you thinking? Yes, the man was a condescending jerk with the IQ of a stalk of celery. But at least he was willing to talk and answer questions. I leave the room for a couple of minutes and suddenly he can't stand us and he is kicking us out of the house? Fuck, Doyle!"

She was plenty steamed and she was going to let him have it.

"That style may work on the low life you usually deal with - the drug pushers and the pimps. But get a clue, Jake! That old saying you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar has been around so long cause it's true. I know you're not stupid. But you need to be able to change your interviewing style to match the person you're interviewing. Catch up with the times I had more questions to ask but now you've shot that down."

He seemed a bit surprised that she was talking to him like that. She didn't care. She was pissed.

"Fuck, don't you ever do something like that again. If he was lying, then let him dig the hole and then try to climb out of it. You don't need to dig the hole and shove him in. You do something like that again, I'll make you stay in the car while I interview the perp." She wouldn't do that, but she wanted him to know how pissed she was. "Follow my lead. Understand? I followed your lead on your case."
 
Doyle knew he had stepped over a line with Davis. Sure they were lovers and partners, she had shown him that she had little trouble swimming in the sea of payoffs and underhanded dealings, but this was her chance to show Capt Rice that she was every bit the detective everyone else was at the station.

He had been chewed out a million times in his life, for many years he just thought that was what life was, one big fucking ass chewing. The military, the police academy, the force, his wife and now his new partner. He listened and didn't interrupt though he wanted to tell her to give it a rest and not dwell on the past he knew for much of it she was right.

When she was done Doyle had been driving for awhile. She finished and he still said nothing. Then when he was sure she had nothing to add he spoke. "Listen to me, I will follow your lead, I'll take a bullet for you, but I will never as long as I live let some cocksucker talk to me like I'm stupid. He was more than just a condescending jerk. He was basically mocking our attempts to solve the case. I would also like to add that pieces of shit like him don't get to see me playing nice to them. My sister in law is probably dead, maybe he knows something and maybe he doesn't but I will not rest till we have answers and I certainly won't bow down to that fucker to get them. You want to use honey then be my fucking guest, but make sure I'm out of the room when you do, cause I don't want to be present when you lower yourself to that level. I've never grovelled or played nice to a single person who didn't deserve it in my life and I won't fucking start now!" He yelled back. He wasn't mad at her and he actually agreed that his temper was not being controlled but with all that said he refused to just take it on the chin and not fight back even if it was a losing battle. Or it cost him sex with her.

"Now there is no way that the client he described came into this area! No way at all, he would have been mugged and or raped the first night. Second, there is no way that he hasn't seen Alyssa in over a week. They work together, she's marked as the VP of their rental company, and she lives in the same fucking house! No, he's lying about a few things. I am guessing that the call you took was important? Are you going to stay mad at me and not let me have supper or are you going to play nice with me and tell me what the fuck the call was about?" He said just before they reached the crime scene, he was so sick of being there. He put it into park and looked around the crowd again. Still nothing of note. This killer was pissing him off and it was now having a very negative effect on his work. That man would regret targeting them that was for sure!

KC
 
The muscle in her jaw clenched and unclenched as she grit her teeth in anger. This may be the quickest end of a partnership in the history of the precinct but by god, she was gonna let him have it.

"Who the fuck do you think that you are? Mr. Fucking Supercop? You asshole! Of course he was lying! But while he was talking, and lying, he was giving me information without realizing it. But now, because of your temper and inability to pretend that you're some stupid ass cop with an IQ of gravel, he is now giving me nothing! NOTHING! Because he lawyered up. I'm sorry about Becca and I pray to God that it's not true, but if you can't step away from your anger and give me what I need, then you're of no use to Becca. And you're of no use to me. You might as well just sit in the room and babysit him.

She sat there for a moment. She could feel the anger and frustration rolling off of him in waves, and if the tables were turned, she might have done what he had just done.

"Doyle, there is gonna come a time when I'm gonna need your anger. When I'm gonna need you to start ripping their heads off. But if you do it before I get what I need, then I can't do what I do best. Don't make me regret this. You know that if Becca winds up a part of this, Rice is gonna want to take you off the case anyway. You want to stay on this, then show them that you can handle your temper. Help me. Don't hinder me."

Depending upon his answer, then she would let him know just what happened in the phone call.
 
It was like being slapped in the face. Her words actually stung. Doyle could only sit there and take it. The last person to talk to him in such a manner other then Capt Rice wound up in the hospital for a week. He wanted to lash back out at her. She was talking to him like one would to a very simple person. She was now angrier than he had ever seen her and she was a little frightening.

The truth was she was right the captain would pull him off probably by the morning. Which meant he had only one more night to make an impact on the case and find out what happened to Becca. He hated being this angry all the time and for a short time he was happier then he had been in many years, and it was all because of Kirsten Davis. He softened a lot thinking of how happy he was when he was around her. He also knew that taking orders would take a little getting used to.

"I will do as you ask." Was all he said and he got out of the car and went back inside.

"Detective I was wondering if some of us could leave. The CSI team is all done and well you don't need all us cops here all night right?" Sgt Hollis asked when he walked in ahead of his partner.

"Am I in charge? Did I not tell you a few hours ago that any and all inquiries were to go through the Det in charge? Didn't I make it clear also that with this many people being killed here that this crime scene more than others needs to be maintained and untouched by outside hands for as long as possible?" Doyle was about to really rip into him as Davis entered. He softened considerably remembering all she had said. "No Hollis you may not leave, nor can anyone till the morning. That is final you and your men are not to ask again. Now Detective Davis and I have a lot of work to do, please stay out of the way and keep yourself available for any tasks we need."

"Fuck my life!" Hollis mumbled and walked out.

"Alright so as I've been informed. The CSI team is done what they were tacked with. No surprise that Casswell didn't inform me! I am guessing that was what the phone call was about. I take it that they didn't find anything of real importance as you've yet to tell me shit all!" Doyle said in a calm and what he hoped was a friendly tone. He hated being mad at her and her being pissed at him. Sex or no sex he liked working with her and if he was right and he was pulled come morning he wanted the last night working with her to be on friendly terms.

They walked to the hall and the bathroom which was ten thousand times more bearable now that the toilet was removed and the place had been combed over by the Geeks. "Ok, they removed the whole toilet which means whatever was clogging it made it to the first elbow but was long enough to still be in the trap. These older homes had three-inch piping, not the standard four which made it prone to blockages when you tried to flush to much shit at once. they also had a tremendous suction due to the large tank on the back. Thus making it possible to flush a lot till you hit that magic amount then you wound up with a real tough clog to sort out. This tells me that it probably pretty long perhaps 20" had to be long enough to make it into the elbow and still be in the toilet trap. Of course, I have no fucking clue what that might be. A scarf or enough asswipe would do it. Biologics would too. Hair possibly. I just don't know. The sink was also dismantled but they left the pieces there not like the toilet so I guess they didn't find anything of interest. Tub too." Doyle said his thoughts. as he pulled on gloves and walked into the bathroom. It still smelled awful but not nearly as bad as it had. The bedroom was also emptied of all belongings.

"Well, I would love to know what you've heard and what your thoughts are. I have exactly." He looked at his watch. "Ten hours being your partner and would like to leave while in the know of what's going on." He said with a smile.

KC
 
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She knew that he was angry and in a way, she didn't blame him. It impressed her that he was willing to change his tactics, not because of Rice yelling at him, but because of her. It was strangely touching. When Sgt. Hollis asked if the police detail could leave, Doyle didn't jump down the man throat, but instead explained calmly but firmly why they had to stay. As Hollis started to leave, she stopped him.

"Sgt. Hollis, will you let the men know that in about 20 minutes, Detective Doyle and I will meet with all of them that interviewed the occupants on this street. Ask them to have their notes handy and ready to answer any questions that I may have. Thank you."

She and Doyle headed inside the house, floodlights still set up giving the house awash in fake daylight. The blood on the walls looked painted on, like garish lipstick on a pale tart. Doyle gave a running commentary as they walked through the house, showing her that though he wasn't in charge, he too could read a crime scene. Until they wound up in the bathroom.

Alone upstairs, she didn't dare touch him for fear that they would lose control. She wanted to comfort him. Even assure him. But though they were lovers and would each take a bullet for the other, they were not in love.

She spoke low so that only he heard what she said. "Partner, you don't have to impress me. I know that you're just as smart as I am, if not smarter." The look he gave her showed hurt in his eyes and she knew that he was somehow blaming himself for what may or may not have happened to Becca. There was no way that she could change the past. But if this crazed killer had his sister-in-law, she would do all she could to stop him.

"It was hair. A huge mass of it. They think that it could possibly be 2 or 3 different people but the majority of it may have come from one person." She paused. "What color is Becca's hair?"

His answer hurt her as much as him.

"If you want the truth, I think that we have the name wrong on one of the victims found here. Carla Beeson seems to favor Miss Alyssa Pierce. Did you notice her photo on the piano back in Pierce's house? Either Carla was killed because she looked like Alyssa. Or it is Alyssa that is resting in the morgue and...and...her father knows it? Or suspects it? Could he be working with the killer?"

She shook her head, as if to shake away the confusion. "I think that I need some food. Let's talk to the men out front and then go to Denny's and grab something to eat real quick before heading to the morgue."
 
Doyle listened to Davis speak. It was all becoming more then he could handle. And the truth was most things he could handle. A life like his made it so things didn't get under your skin. But years of kickbacks, payoffs, and crime while upholding the law made it so things got to him. She spoke kindly to him and let him know that though they were getting on each other's nerves there was no one she'd rather work with. She filled him in on what the Dr. had told her. She asked about Becca. Doyle had grabbed a picture of her from his and Rae's wedding. Though it was a few years ago, she hadn't changed. He pulled it from his pocket and showed Davis. He could tell the hair matched what she had been told.

"Not looking good Davis, not fucking looking too good! Well, What do we know? He's! Let's just refer to him as a he for now! He's watching us, has been for probably our entire partnership. That means he has a personal connection to us! He's ruthless! Not afraid to kill and brutally I might add! He's wanting to play a game with us! Leaving clues for us to find, setting the scene like a chess board for us. And he's gone after not only criminals but what looks like as an innocent coed, a foul-mouthed bartender who lives across town and works even further from this place. I don't get it, what the fuck is it all about?"

Doyle looked around and couldn't make hide nor hair of what was going on. He walked back out of the toilet and went to the living room, he looked at the wall, the gore was not like anything he had seen on the force to date. This killer was more dangerous than any he had dealt with yet. And he was smart and brazen these qualities would make it hard for them to figure out his next step.

Then he looked at the picture of Alyssa again. Then the photo of the coed Missy who was beaten and killed. They looked like twins. They both had blonde hair, long and wavy. They both were a little on the chubby side they both had blue eyes sure Alyssa was older by 11 years but if the killer was going by physical description alone it was possible. Hell both lived in the same area. In fact, they lived on the same fucking street. How did he not see it? Because of Becca, he was so consumed with his sister-in-law he hadn't thought of Alyssa once since he was informed of Becca's disappearance. He hadn't even told Davis about where Missy lived. That info came in after and wasn't in the main file that she had read. She would have picked up on that right away for sure. Fuck he was an idiot.

He told his theory to Davis, if he was chasing shadows she would let him know. But he was sure he was onto something.

KC




Missy
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She listened. When he said that the killer had a connection to them Kirsten remembered a previous case she had. It actually wasn't even her case. But she remembered a bullet casing being left on a table. When she had pointed it out to the lead, she had been told in no uncertain terms that the perp had just placed the cartridges in the table and had actually overlooked it in the dash to escape. So could this be the same killer? Or was she grasping at straws. Her brain was going 90 mph.

"Doyle. Listen. I need a sounding board. 2 years ago, I worked on a case. I was a nobody, just cutting my teeth as a detective. It was a double murder. Young couple. Not into anything bad that we could ever find. Apparently they came home from work one evening, and 3 days later they were both found dead in their house. Shot in the head. Execution style. Zip tied on their knees against the wall. On a nearby table was one bullet. I tried pointing out the strangeness of it but the lead didn't see it that way. Neither did the captain. They being more experienced than me, I figured they must be right. I don't remember the cartridge, and soon after I was transferred out. Guess I raised too much of a stink, and I've been a thorn in the backside of captains and detectives ever since. In the morning, I'm gonna call them up and get the dope on that case. Could you contact the other ones and see if it rings any bells?"

He talked, laying his theory out for her. They really worked great together. What was a weakness for one was a strength for the other, and vis-a-versa. "I think that you're right, Doyle. It's all tying up nice and neat, if you could call this neat. And I think that these people were drugged. Nobody gets down like this and waits to be killed. But drugged? They're half out if it anyway and don't realize what's happening." She was quiet for a moment, checking to make sure that they were alone.

"I just can't see what the link is between Becca and these people. Or if there even is a link. Let's go see if these guys found out on the door to door."

Back outside, Hollis had gathered the officers that had done the interviews. Most of the people didn't even know that anyone was living there. But one officer found someone that had seen a few things. Looking over his notes, he read.

"Little old lady. Mrs. Pereski. Sounded like someone from Poland or Lithuania." Davis was surprised that the officer even knew of Lithuania. "She lives right across the street. Said that she thought that the man that had been living there had moved out. Then suddenly the man is back with a steady stream of people heading in. But nobody comes back out. Several days later she notices that the car is gone and all is quiet. Couple of days later suddenly the place is full of cops."

"Did she say what kind of car?"

"She an old lady. She don't know one car from another. But she said that it looked like the same beat up beige car that has been parked in that driveway for a year."

Kirsten glanced over at Doyle. Her glance seemed to say, 'yeah, Pierce is in on it.'

She looked at the young officer. "I need you to go right now back to the station. Type your notes. I want everything that little old woman said. We'll be at the station in a bit. What's your name?"

"Officer White, ma'am."

You wait for me there after you've written it. I want to read it."

She looked at the rest of the men there. Actually, it was 3 men and one woman.

"I need you to surround the house for tonight. One on each side of the house. No one goes in unless it's either Detective Doyle or I. Understand. I'll come in the morning to tell you when you can leave. But I want to make sure no one gets in."

She and Doyle headed for the car. Once they got seated, she told him. "Let's stop and grab some food to take back to the station. Get something for that kid White. Pizza. Burger. Whatever. I need food."
 
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