Murder and Mayhem

[MissTaken]

April

April nestles herself into Frank's arms, her heart beating wildly as was his. Could it be true? He wasn't the murderer? Even more bewildering, he cares for her? After ten long years of struggling with the mixed emotions surrounding Frank and her sister"s murder, April could now put Frank in his place. In her heart.

As she buried her head in his chest, she shed many tears. Tears of grief. Tears of joy. Tears that cleanse the soul.

She tipped her head toward his and said, "I'm sorry. I am so very sorry."

She slipped her arms around his neck as he lowered his head. She could feel his breath on her face and the heat of his body near hers.

"I love you. I always have." And their lips met, shy and tentative at first. Kissing so carefully as if afraid to break a spell.

And silently, her mind whispered to Angela, "Forgive me, sis."

 

[poohlive]

Frank kissed her hungrily, as if he hadn't kissed another woman in years. Her hair fell onto his face. It made light carrasses which he absolutely adored.
His arms had already been let loose. One was carrassing her breast through her dress, and the other, the other was slowly making it's way up her thigh. He was enveloped in her, breathing her very essence into him.
Then he glanced at the clock.
"Oh, shit," he moved back on the couch. They broke apart, something still lingering in the air between them. His eyes still looked at her with hunger, but now there was another feeling inside them now.
"I need to go, I promised someone I would meet them in less than an hour. I'm so sorry, I love you so much."
He walked over, picking up his jacket.
"April, your so beautiful. How about we continue this, tomorrow. What do you say? I'll bring over some champaigne, and flowers, we'll make a day of it?"
He smiled, pulling her close to him.
"Right now, I have a little favor to ask you. I want you to follow Angus, see where he's staying for the night. Don't confront him with what you know, just follow him, see what he does."
Frank gave her a lingering kiss, "My hotel's not far from here. I can walk, can you do this for me?"

 

[MissTaken]

Her senses reeling...

"I can. I can do anything, now," April said. Her lips swollen from their kiss. Never had she felt so consumed by her senses. Never had she been kissed as Frank kissed her. It was all she had dreamed it would be.

"How do I reach you? How do I get word to you if I find Angus'?"
Frank quickly wrote down the number to his mobile phone. He hurried out the door leaving April alone in the aura of their revelations and lovemaking.

She wrapped her arms around herself and fell to the couch, thinking back to just moments before. She smiled as she touched her swollen lips, still hungry for Frank's kiss. She allowed her hand to slide over her firm tummy and down her thigh. She remembered his touch.

Then, she mentally shook herself and looked her watch.

"Better get going if I am to find Angus before he leaves the reunion."

She grabbed her keys and left.

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Lucy approached the Sherrif with a friendly smile.

"Hey Lucy... howz things?" Sherrif Malone asked.
"Not bad Justin... any suspects yet?" Lucy asked.
"You know I can't answer that..."
Lucy grinned in response... "was worth a try though right?"
He smiled in return.
"Can you at least tell me how many victims there were?"
"Two... as far as we can tell for now... looks like the second victim walked in on the murderer..."
Lucy frowned... "both of them members of the school right?"
"Yup..."
"Well... if you find you can tell me anything else it would be much appreciated..."
"Same back at you... if you hear anything..."
"Sure Justin... you can count on it."

Lucy pulled out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Yeah... it's me... you open? Okay... I'll be there soon... yeah... how did you know? On the news already?? Shit... look... no no... it's cool... I'll be there in 5 okay?"

She walked over to her motocycle and hitched up her skirt to fling a slender leg over the seat. She revved up the engine and drove into town. Once there she took several back streets and alleys until she got to the back entrance of a rundown tenancy.

She got off her bike and walked up to a shabby door. She knocked twice. A small slide was pulled back and beady looking eyes peered out. It shut quickly and the door swung open. She slipped inside.

"Hey Jude..." Lucy smiled.
"Lucinda..."
"Look... you remember the Angela Wilcox murder."
"Sure..."
"There was no word of any related murders for ten years... now... on the night of the reunion... two... got any ideas?"
"Nope..."

Lucy turned and eyed Jude carefully.
"Really?"

He held his hands up in surrender.
"What? When have I ever lied to you?"

She frowned.
"What have you got for me then?" She nodded towards his computer.
"Girl... always straight to business huh?"
She grinned...
He sat down... the pale glow of the screen emphasizing his palour... too many days and nights locked inside. Lucy was probably one of his few human one on one contacts... he lived life through cyber.
"Police records... from ten years ago... they probably haven't filed anything for tonights fun and games... I'll get that to you when I can... got the official list of suspects... the case was never offically closed though..."
"Gimme the list... I'll start from there..."

 

[Lady_Siren]

Kara was in complete shocking. She stood staring at the cops and hearing about the deaths. Her memory went back to Angela. She had seen her body, she had been heading to her house when she saw the police she had curiously went over and then she had seen it. So much blood. she closed her eyes. Her body had been mutilated, poor Angela, she no longer would laugh, or cry, or dance, she would do nothing but lie in a grave. Everything started spinning and Kara couldn't seem to see strait. Stumbling she fell to her knees her mind lost in the past. The last thin she saw were people turning to see what was wrong. Then everything went black.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Cat

I knocked on the door again.

I pounded furiously.

Maybe, he forgot about me.

Maybe, he was going to hurt me again.

Maybe, he would leave me.

Maybe, There never was anything.

Maybe, I am just getting my hopes up.

Maybe, I am being a bit too high of myself......how would a girl like me get a guy like that?

Maybe......nothing has changed, and the intensity we once shared was gone.

Maybe.........I was setting myself up for a disaster.

I calmed down, my forehead against the cool door.

I heard a knock on the doors, it was the maid. She was making rounds to all of the guests, asking if they needed anything.

Her English was broken and repetitive. She warmly reminded me of my mother.

My mother never learned English, the job had long hours, she had children to feed, no money to school herself, besides, the hotel didn't care that she didn't speak english, only that she knew how to say "towel, housekeeping, " and various other phrases.

My mother was smart, just more into helping and caring for her family.

I smiled at her. "Senora, Puedes abrir la puerta por favor."

She nodded kindly at me....

I explained to her I lost my key, that I needed to get in, that the front desk clerk was being rude to me.....she nodded sympathetically.

I stepped in.

Closing the door carefully behind me.

 

[poohlive]

"That's it baby," he smiled. The driver looked at the huge screen as it revealed Sharla and her adventures in the fire house. She was just wetting two guy's hoses when the door opened.
He quickly tried to pull his pants up. His hardened manhood dripping semen onto his finely tailored pants. He turned off the t.v. looking at the opened door. Standing up, he sort of smiled.
"Listen, sir, I'm sorry I was just..." he looked at the opened door. It wasn't Frank, it was... it was...
It was a woman and a maid. The driver striaghtened up, his head cocking to one side. Forgotten, his pants fell to the floor, his now half erect manhood stood out to the two ladies. His cheeks reddened as he pulled his pants up.
"I ummm... was cleaning the... and then it... You see it was..." he zipped up his fly, "Ok, what exactly are you doing here?"
He didn't exactly know how to handle this situation.




(hee hee)

Frank made his way back to the party. Looking at what had happened. It seemed like a lot of hub bub was going on over all this. He wasn't surprised at all. After all, the killer was back in Laurelville... wasn't he?
A cruel smile went to his lips. He looked around for someone working at the party. The bar tender was easily seen. He smiled at the man, pointing towards Lucy as she talked to the sheriff. Frank wrote on a note, handing it to the man.
"In about three minute give it to her," he handed the man a hundred, "You don't exactly remember who gave you the note though, understand?"
The tender nodded, he pocketed the money.
Frank walked through the crowd, looking for one more face. There she was... and there she wasn't. He leaned down, looking at Kara's whitened face.
"Hey, hey, Kara, wake up?"
He slapped her cheek lightly, watching her slowly wake up.
"I can't talk long, I think the killer knows about me," he whispered to her, so no one else could here.
"This is my hotel card," he handed it to her, "Meet me there at midnight. Come alone, I think I know who Angela."
He helped her up, nodding towards the card. A simple kiss on the cheek and he left.
It was fairly early, but there was so much to do. Getting a brisk pace, he walked back to his hotel.
(the note says.... I know you're looking for me.... in cursive)

 

[MissTaken]

April

["Right now, I have a little favor to ask you. I want you to follow Angus, see where he's staying for the night. Don't confront him with what you know, just follow him, see what he does."
Frank gave her a lingering kiss, "My hotel's not far from here. I can walk, can you do this for me?" [/B][/QUOTE]


April drove quickly back to the reunion. She was still gliding within an aura of the feelings that Frank evoked in her. She smiled a soft smile as she remembered their kiss.

April had never been in love. All of her sexual experience had been clandestine and for recreational purposes only. She always attributed her inability to engage in a long term relationship to her obsession with Angela's death. Now, she wasn't sure that that was the case.

As she pulled into the parking lot, reality struck. Two people dead. Ten year anniversary. Police cars. Ambulances. Reporters. Funerals to come.

She felt as though she had been personally violated. The school was her turf, her anchor. All of the passion she kept from the men in her life, was directed towards her teaching, her kids, her school.

She ran into the reunion and noticed people gathered in small groups. Some were chattering nervously about the murders, other were behaving as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. Two such people were Michelle and Angus.

April could hear them talking as she approached the bar. They were flirting in their caustic manner. Two people hardened by life's injustices hoping to find some companionship.

April offered to take over for the bar tender, stating he was due for a break. She moved around behind the bar, getting drinks, wiping spills and washing glasses, while she tried to eavesdrop on Angus and Michelle.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Kara looked up dazedly at Frank smiling gratfully when he helped her up. Then "I can't talk long, I think the killer knows about me," he whispered to her, so no one else could here.
"This is my hotel card," he handed it to her, "Meet me there at midnight. Come alone, I think I know who Angela." then he walked away. She stared after him unsure of what this all meant. Finally coming to her senses she left the school climbing into her limo and pooring herself the stiffest drink she could think of.

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Lucy walked back into the auditorium... it was chaos... people walking around not knowing anything... police...detectives. She scanned the crowd hoping to catch Frank... but no such luck. She was about to leave when the bartender handed her a note. He walked briskly away before she could say anything. She almost threw it away, but then...

Opening up the note...

I know you're looking for me

She looked around frantically. She spotted the retreating back of the bartender and grabbed his arm when she caught up to him.

"Where did you get this from?" She demanded.

He looked at her blankly and shook his head, to indicate he didn't know. Lucy's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Whatever he paid you... I'll double it..."
"Look lady... I don't know... double?"
She smiled
"Look lady... I wish I could but..."
She smiled more seductively...
"but?"
He looked her up and down... he hadn't thought he'd see any action tonight...
"Well... could be that I recall something... not sure though."
Lucy smiled wider... taking his hand she beckoned him to follow.
"Cum with me..."

[PLEEEASE EXCUSE THE PUN! ggls]

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li...

She hadn't actually needed to go down on the bar tender... apparantly fifty bucks only bought you so much silence... the man was so excited by her offer and all she had ended up doing was rub up against him between some lockers in the hallway. He'd cum in her hands blubbering out the description of the guy who'd given him the note.

Sounded like someone she knew... sounded like it was Frank... Frank... of all the suspects on her list, he was probably the last guy she actually thought could have anything to do with Angela's murder. He was the perfect man... every girl's dream date... and he'd stuck with his innocent story throughout the events that followed her death... still...

She sighed as the bartender had tried to wrap his arms around her... obviously hoping for more. She brushed him aside impatiently and straightened her own clothing. Back to business. When he'd come after her she was quick to pull a knife on him. Her eyes glinting with a hardness that bellied her petite feminine appearance.

"Woah... hold back there little lady... that's a pretty sharp instrument to be waving around like that..." he held up his hands in the universal language of surrender.
She'd rolled her eyes at this... "well it seems to be doing the trick... now beat it or I'll forget any kind of feelings I may have had for you..."

He scowled at this but zipped his jeans up and sauntered away, back to the bar to clean up.

The party was well and truly over now. Lucinda hide her knife back in her bag. It wasn't her favorite way of carrying it. She usually kept it in a special sheath she had in her boot, she'd have to go back to the motel and get changed. Looked like she had a lot of leads to go on and she felt a lot more comfortable in her jeans.

She walked back to her bike which was parked out the front of the auditorium, she was deep in thought. A few of the Sherrif's men were still snooping around hoping to find some clues. The sirens were silent now, thankfully. All the students had long gone, she didn't see anyone really as she reached her bike. She pulled out that note again wondering if it really had been Frank... didn't make sense... but who else? Rober Summers maybe? He was always the prankster.

She pulled out her notepad too and the list that Jude had given her. She tapped a pencil to her chin thoughtfully.

 

[MissTaken]

April

April continued to busy herself at the bar as small groups of people filtered there way out of the party. No one was leaving the room alone. People whispered about the night's event, two murders and law enforcements bungling attempts to gain information. From time to time, April heard Angela's classmates whispering about her murder. Several times, eyes would meet hers and look at the floor, embarrassed and uncomfortable for having been over heard by Angela's sister. Several of her class mates openly renewed their condolences or asked how the family has managed.

April much preferred open discussion to the whispering and uncomfortable silences. She presented herself and her family as survivors without sharing those darkest moments during the investigation, when her family was falling apart.

April vigilantly monitored Angus' conversation with Michelle as he attempted to impress Michelle with crass comments and crude pick up lines. Her stomach was tense with anxiety and wrath at the thought that he may have had something to do with Angela's murder.

When she heard his conversation coming to an end and he indicated that he, too, was leaving, she very quietly slipped away for her purse and followed him out of the building. She was careful not to appear too conspicuous. It was easy to do as everyone was following suit.