Serial Killer Strikes Again

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha and Marc's NPC Lawyer...

Samantha sat in a cell, tucked in a corner while a variety of women tossed glances at her. There were women dressed in barely there clothing and others in tattered jeans and T-shirts. Others were pacing back and forth cursing at the guards and she sat there in her shorts, blouse and Tennis shoes. Her eyes darted back and forth and she kept to herself, inside she was scared. She’d called her parents and they were flying in from Miami, but it would be hours before they could get to her side. Her lawyer was out of town, but a call had been placed to one of his associates and they would arrive shortly. An hour later she was called out of lock up and allowed to use the facilities before being led to yet another room.

This one was smaller than the last and there were four walls, so she ruled out the two-way mirror fiasco. Her eyes settled on a sharp dressed man and she eyed him carefully. “Mrs. Cordial?” he asked.

“Ms. Cordial... I’m divorced. You are?”

The man extended his hand and introduced himself. “Matthew Whitaker, Marc’s attorney.”

She took his hand and closed her eyes, collapsing against the hard chest covered in expensive material. Her tears fell hard and for a moment she allowed the fear to wash over her.

Matthew tried his best to offer her comfort and gentle pat on the back and a “I’ll handle everything” was all he could do.

Eventually, she calmed herself and sat down. “Is he okay? They won’t let me talk to him, or see him, or anything.”

“I haven’t seen him either. He insisted I talk with you first. I need to know what this is all about.”

“I don’t know. I just know they think Marc and I were at Deb and Brian’s... Marc’s ex’s house and we killed them. I’ve never been out to their home. They say they have evidence and that cop said something about my words on film...”

“You spoke with them without council?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Did he tell you that you could get council?”

“No.”

“Did he tell you they were video taping you or recording your voice?”

“No.”

“Come with me, Ms. Cordial. You’re going home and if this cop pulled the same shit with Marc... he’ll be leaving with you.”

Samantha followed Matthew Whitaker out of the small room and demanded to see the officer that had questioned her. There was so much shit he hadn’t done... Samantha would be sipping red wine in bed with his client before the sun rose.

 

[Steiner]

Martin's day got worse with the arrival of the out-of-town lawyer that Marc had called.

All the power dynamics were reversed. For a start a uniformed officer came and found HIM to tell him that the Lawyer was demanding his presence in an interview room. When he got there, Samantha was sat in the same chair she had been before, but the Lawyer was stood behind her, protectively. The look she gave him as he came in suggested "Gotcha, asshole" more evocatively than words could have.

Martin had been expecting Uncle Goober the hicksville lawyer - this guy had big city written all over him. So. Let the games begin - he'd destroyed big city lawyers himself, in his time.

Martin took a seat and arranged his material neatly. At least he'd had time to prepare.

"Okay, I'm Detective Hollander, what can I do for you?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Matthew didn’t bother extending his hand to the Martin, he just took a seat beside Samantha. He then proceeded to tell him exactly what he thought about Martin and his shoddy police work.

“Officer, I’m obviously going to have you release both my clients and I’ll explain why since you have forgotten what they taught you back in the Academy. From what I have heard from my client, Ms. Cordial she was never told her Miranda rights. Now, she cooperated with you and given the way you handled things I would wager a large amount of cash that you didn’t bother reading those rights to Mr. Jordan either. . .then again, he knew to call me. . .Ms. Cordial trusted our men in blue, but sadly she’s learned a valuable lesson. . .they aren’t to be trusted at least not when it comes to a potentially promotion seeking case. . .Are you seeking a promotion? Perhaps another title to put behind your name.”

He waved off the officer, not bothering with whatever he had to say. “It doesn’t really matter though. I’m here now and I guess I’ll refresh your memory. Ms. Cordial was probably under the impression that her rights only needed to be given if she were being arrested. That isn’t the case though is it. The Miranda warning is supposed to be given to suspects who you believe are going to be asked guilt seeking questions. Had you simply asked Ms. Cordial her age, date of birth and address we would have been happy. . . but you went a step further didn’t you. You asked her about her life with another. You led her to believe that her questions were simply ones to help her and her friend, when in fact you and I... and now, Ms. Cordial know, they were a hunt to link her with some crime. . .in this case murder.”

Matthew tapped his pencil on the desk and continued marching onward. “Officer you and I know she and Marc are going home. You bungled this up, pretty badly. Now. . .Once you started asking her those questions it was apparent you were fishing and you knew you had to give that warning. The only reason you wouldn’t have was if public safety warranted the need for you to ask those questions at the time of the arrest. It didn’t. My understanding is that they both came willingly, though I am curious as to if Marc rode in a squad car and was cuffed, because again, if he showed no fight there was no reason at all to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend.”

“Your turn...” he said with a raised brow.

Samantha chewed her lower lip, unsure of where she stood, but glad she'd found someone to help her. She needed to see Marc and make sure he was okay. Her thoughts focused on him and she tried to will herself to not freak out or panic.

 

[Steiner]

Martin smiled wolfishly at the lawyer - it obviously wasn't what the man had expected.

"Mister Whittaker, you obviously have been listening to a confused client in order to concoct that idea of how things proceeded. In point of fact I never asked Samantha here a guilt seeking question - I was interviewing her about the behaviour, history and whereabouts of her boyfriend. I don't need to read her Miranda for that, pal. The moment I got evidence linking her to this case individually, I had her placed in a cell and arranged for her to make her phonecall. I haven't spoken to her since. "

Martin smiled again as Matthew's face slipped a notch.

"What's more, I haven't asked your client Marc a single question pertaining to this case. All I've done is fill him in on the evidence we've found, and the status of his girlfriend. I should add that he specifically asked me to provide him that information. Now I may have asked a few questions in a kind of round-robin sense whilst I was filling him in - but to be honest, if he comes down here willingly and he speaks to me willingly, he and you don't have a leg to stand on. You know that as well as I do. You're making me out as the bad guy here, but I've really been as open and as sensitive to your two clients as department regs and the law will allow me to be."

Martin shrugged, as if being picked on by bullying lawyers was simply a part of his daily routine, that he'd come to expect.

"What's more, I've been on this case about 3 hours - so you can't make a story out of me chasing promotion - this is my first day in this department, I'm the junior detective here. Nice idea, but I'm afraid it just looks like a play from your Lawyer Vs. Police copybook. I'm pretty sure that's how the judges and juries down here would interpret it too."

Martin smiled at Matthew again.

"Now, let's discuss this on a case by case basis, shall we? Because I'd HATE to think you're walking a tightrope over a classic conflict of interest, where accidentally asking me a question about one of your clients during an interview about another one of your clients might lead me to suppose that you're incapable of handling both clients in this case."

Creep wanted hardball, then hardball it would be.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Matthew spoke quietly to Samantha for a few minutes before turning back to the officer.

“Samantha tells me that you did not offer the phone call, but she had to demand it, so you were not the boy scout you are trying to make yourself out to be. She was being led off to a cell... not a room, implying you thought her a danger to the community. She was then searched by an officer..” he opened his files, “Glenn, before being taken to a cell which was full of violent criminals.”

He eyed the other gentleman. Never wavering features he continued, “Now your claim about asking her questions that would lead you to believe she was involved in foul play are bogus. You knew why she was here, don’t sit there and play Barney Fife with me. Then again your young, perhaps you don’t know him... either way he wasn’t a bright police officer either.”

“You and I both know you were hoping she’d give something up concerning herself and then you could see your name in the morning paper... New cop on the force comes in and in one swoop nabs Daddy’s Little Girl...”

He raised a brow. “What you don’t think I knew what crime you thought she was accused of. Your officers have lose lips when they keep a lawyer waiting they tend to babble. I’d talk to that Glenn.”

“You also brought up a public argument that Samantha had with one of the suspects... tell me how that doesn’t relate to trying to implicate her?”

 

[Steiner]

Hmmm... A tough nut, this one.

"Actually, I believe I made it clear to the Officer that Sam hadn't been charged and that she was to be searched for any weapons or implements that could be used to harm herself as much as anyone else. I think you'll find it's common practice once an interviewee becomes a suspect. I have very good reason to believe that she is a danger to the community - reasons that I'm happy to share with you in a moment, counsel - but I didn't have those reasons until after our interview was terminated and I was getting ready to leave the cell. Ask her if that's true - not that it matters, because as I pointed out, it's all on tape."

Again Martin grinned.

"Whilst we're on the subject of the argument, I think you'll also find that my line of questioning was directed at Marc knowing about the public fight, because of incentive that might have given him to dislike Deborah and Brian. Again, counsel, you can review the tape - see how handy those things are?"

Again, innocently spreading his hands, Martin put on his most trusting and helpful expression.

"What I don't understand still, is how you think I'd be in the paper over this? I mean - the story you're just selling is a non-starter because by the time this case makes it to trial and 12 good men and true decide the defendents fate, I'll have been working here for about 6 months to a year. New Cop? By then I'll be veteran here."

Martin looked Matthew in the eyes with his first smirk.

"Now counsel, by your own words you've been more than cooperated with. You've had nothing hidden from you. Your tirade of abuse has been risen above and your debating parlour tricks have been examined in the cold light of day - and despite your constant ad hominem attacks on me, we're still right where we started. Do you have any new complaints about how we've treated Ms Cordial? Or are you now interested in knowing what evidence I was handed that turned your client here from a witness to a suspect?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Matthew chuckled inwardly before talking, “Son, tell me what you have on Plainfield’s lovely Librarian. By the way, you will give me a copy of whatever notes you took during her interview. I don’t want to have to start quoting the law though perhaps a refresher course wouldn’t hurt.”

Samantha bit her lip in anticipation for more of the two men stroking their cocks like roosters.

“I’m very sorry, but I could use something to drink and perhaps something to eat.”

Her eyes shifted between the two men and Matthew touched her hand.

“I’m sure you do. Tell you what, let Mister Fife here tell me what so-called evidence he has on you and we’ll go over it when he dismisses himself and gets you a nice bite to eat.” He then turned to the police officer. “Or is starvation another one of your ‘lawful’ tactics?”

He admitted he was curious as to what they had gathered up on Miss Cordial. The idea that this woman was a Serial Killer was laughable. She’d probably run her pretty car into the ditch before she’d hit a June Bug.

He turned his attention back to the officer. “Still waiting... times passing us by, this interview counts as part of her 24 hour stay and she is still entitled to eight hours of rest, already the night is half gone and you and I both know the best time to rest is at night and that’s what she needs. So chop chop man.”

 

[Steiner]

"Well gee, I'm afraid my notes wouldn't be very legible to you. I'll give you a copy, as a courtesy, but I don't think they'll be of much help to you." Martin bit back several retorts, thinking that this guy was about as pushy a shyster as had ever been churned out.

Martin took a small breath and then began.

"Right. It goes down a little something like this. Your client, as in the client of yours actually in the room right now, is a known associate of Marc. Marc, your client in the other room, is an ex-lover of Deborah - who we'll call brutally murdered victim A. Victim A and Mz Cordial there are known to have had a fight, in public, some time previously."

Martin paused. "We have plenty of sworn witnesses to that contretemps, by the way."

"Now, some time later Deborah and Brian have their house broken into. The vandal trashes the place and also leaves some VERY threatening graffiti. We looked into it and, of course, our prime suspect was Marc. For whatever reason, the lead detective around here took Marc's word that he would never do such a thing and the case stalled. There's an interview somewhere that I need to dig out - want to bet we have him saying it's no big deal, he doesn't bear the couple any ill will and has nothing to do with them?"

Martin paused.

"Moving on. We get a call to Deborah and Brian's place due to an odd and offensive odour. We crack the seals on the place and move in to search - here, I wouldn't want to try and describe this with all this coffee churning around in me."

Martin slid a couple of large glossy pictures towards Samantha and Matthew. They were an initial wideshot of the murder scene and then two detailed prints of Deb and Brian. Closeups and well lit. Despite the lawyers expensive tan, Martin saw him pale. Samantha seemed to go into shock.

"If I seem a little zealous in trying to find out who did this, I hope you'll cut me some slack. Think I need any more motivation to wanna find the sick fuck involved?"

Martin didn't bother to wait for a reply.

"Right, so we pulled a bunch of forensics from this scene. I'll list the highlights, but rest assured we have other traces too..."

Martin squared his list up on the table.

"We have specimens of skin, recovered from the bed sheets, recovered from garments belonging to both victims and on the furniture upholstery. The skin specimens have been tested and they match the two victims and also... ...your two clients."

He moved his pencil down a notch.

"We have two goblets. No fingerprints, unfortunately - they've been wiped clean - but we DID find hair strands from Plainfield's lovely librarian under the base of goblet one. We also found a couple of hairs on the bedsheets and between the fingers of the female victim."

He moved down another line.

"We have more skin samples - this time under the fingernails of the male victim. They match your OTHER client. Typical defensive struggle indicator."

He moved another line.

"We have some dried blood on the bedsheet. This matches Mz Cordial. The blood IS old, but we got enough DNA for a positive match. I have to stress again, Mister Whittaker, that this is not a simple bloodtype match. This is a 100% kosher DNA matchup."

He grimly moved onto another line, and paused a little before continuing.

"Uhmm... We have a keratin sample of a different type. This time it's a fingernail fragment, DNA matched to Marc. This sample was found... that's to say it was located... Intravaginally on the female victim. We were, looking for semen protein down there and found this instead."

Having crested the difficult piece of evidence to present, Martin raised his head.

"Now, I'll grant you that this morning when I sat down to talk to Samantha, her being Daddy's Little Girl was the last thing on my mind. But if you still find the idea laughable after I get you a copy of this crime scene report then you have a pretty fucked up sense of humour Mister Whittaker."

And here his gaze settled on Samantha.

After a short pause the Lawyer, Matthew's, voice broke the silence.

"Are you still here, Detective?"

Recognising that the lawyer needed some time to discuss matters with his client Martin stood.

"Sure, I'll bring some coffee and see if I can scrounge up some sandwiches. Here's a copy of the summary on the crimescene report. It's the best thing we have to work on right now, until the detailed stuff comes back in."

With that he picked up his own papers, double checked to make sure he hadn't dropped anything and made his way out to the hallway. His smiling face lasted a femto-second longer than it took the door to close behind him.

 

[Tseranc]

Bruce and Shelly, Chicago - her place

"We both have to work at this ok, your a great cop can you be a good lover"?

He took her small hands into his own, looked her dead in the eye, “Yeah, if I can I’ll come see you, and it’d be great to have you out they whenever you can spare the time.”

He put up a good show, feigning struggling with emotions, “Look, I’ll promise to work on being more considerate, gotta start somewhere right? I’ll try to be better….really Shelly.”

He leaned in for a kiss, hoping to seal his small, if temporary, victory. It didn’t look like he’d get any other action, so might as well make a move for the door.

“I’m really sorry baby, I should have done this all better, but I do still have to get there tonight.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Matthew took a deep breath and pulled the pictures away from Samantha who was as pale as the snows that had melted a few weeks back. “Sam... look at me.” He took her chin in his hand and turned her to face him. She looked as if she wasn’t there and it wasn’t until he spoke her name again that she snapped out of the shock she’d been put in. Matt was furious with the officer, but right now he had to speak with his client.

“Samantha... I don’t believe you did this and I don’t believe Marc did either, so I have to know why they think you did. Were you ever at her home?”

Samantha heard his voice coming from a distance and she tried to comprehend what he was asking. She shook her head no, but that wasn’t enough, Matt insisted on hearing her speak it. “No,” she finally said. Her hands shook in her lap and she whispered the word again, “No.”

“Okay so let’s talk and then I’ll invite Mister Happy-pants back in here. First, let’s start with the argument. What argument? I want details as best as you can remember,” he told her.

Samantha thought back to that night it was the first night she’d been with Marc, both as a date and as a lover. “We went to the Tiadori’s. Just the two of us. When we got seated a woman and a man approached,” she shivered and Matt nodded, knowing who she meant, “Marc introduced us and the woman sat down, blatantly making herself welcome. Before I could speak, Marc stood and called over the host and told him that Deb and her date, Brian would need another table.”

“Did he touch Debbie? Or Brian?” Matthew asked.

“No...wait, he did take her hand and helped her to stand, but nothing else.”

“Did you?” he asked.

“No, we had our dinner and then Deb approached us again. She insulted Marc and myself, calling me a ‘hoe’ and telling me I wouldn’t be happy with Marc. She was vile, but then Marc got up and said something to her I don’t know what he was quiet and I really wanted to slide quietly under the table. I never spoke to her.”

“Did he touch her then? Perhaps shove her or anything?” Matt stated.

“He may have, I don’t know really... I was very embarrassed and wanted to leave.”

“Did you?” he asked.

“Yes, we left and went back to his place,” she told him.

“And...”

“And I spent the night with him...all night,” she added with a lift to her brow.

“Then that rules out you and or him vandalizing the place, because according to these files, the vandalism was the same night. So we can check that off, granted it would help if a neighbor saw you coming and going. I’ll talk to Marc and his neighbors. There has to be someone that saw you... or so I hope, it isn’t good to be the alibi for the accused, when you too are accused.”

“I don’t know Matt. I just don’t know,” she whispered.

“Its okay... one step at a time. Now, he will have to give me those notes, it isn’t common courtesy at all. It is the law. Code of Practice forces him too, so don’t worry, whatever he has we’ll have, same as Prosecution. It works both ways. They can’t bring anything to trial to ‘surprise’ us.”

“Trial!?”

“I’m talking the worse case. There is so much shit here I can’t believe they really think you or Marc did this. No evidence from what I understand had been found on the Killer’s scenes before and then suddenly out of no where there is a mountain of it? No... this reeks of set up, but we don’t know who. Now, please tell me you did not give them DNA evidence... or they held a gun to your head?”

Samantha swallowed and bit her lip. Matthew sighed. “Okay, now tell me how it went down. How was it collected?”

“They asked and I gave. Damn-it! I’m a God-damn Librarian... I cooperated. I kept asking them and Officer Jackass what was going on and where Marc was, but no one told me anything.”

Matthew cracked his neck and squeezed her hand that’s okay. “According to these files they took a cotton swab sample and nail scrapings, and hair samples, along with some blood samples? Just you now, I’ll focus on Marc later... this part concerns you, okay.”

“There are different ways the police can gather evidence of your person. I mean the kind they take from your body. They legally can take your finger and palm prints as well as your photograph. They can also request what we call intimate samples...things like blood, vaginal fluids, saliva... as long as you gave consent in writing... Did you do that?”

“NO!” she stated.

He smiled. “Did they present you with a judge’s order?”

“No,” she answered.

He smiled. “Now the other kind of sample is non-intimate, this means hair samples, nail scrapings... Those are also not going to be allowed... but I want to save some of this for the officer. I just want to make his day a bit brighter.”

Matthew squeezed her hand. “You’ll be home by morning’s light.” He stood up and made his way to the door. He grabbed the first officer passing by and told him to bring the new kid on the block back now.

 

[poohlive]

The entire conversation seemed to unnerve her. She mentioned love, did she think he loved her? Because he asked what helped get her off he loved her? If she thought so, the whole subject seemed to turn her off.

Maybe she was afraid to let someone in. Was that it? He had remembered reading something about that in his Serial Killer guideline books. They often led double lives, and hated it when one interferred with the other.

Here, Angelica had a secret life of sex and kinky pleasure, and did not like it coming in contact with him.

"If that's what you want, fine," He slipped out of his clothing, following her into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing her and bringing her towards him.

"On your knees" He whispered, His cock growing at the prospect. Her soft naked body before him, his hands moving up and down against her skin.

"Be a good girl for Daddy," He urged her hands to his cock, tensing at the slightest touch from her.

 

[Steiner]

Martin had barely had time for a coffee - he'd been on the phone to Justice McCormack and found the guy to be strangely skittish about allowing a further 24 hours for questioning. He seemed to feel the evidence was good enough to charge the two of them on - provided the lawyer couldn't have any of it thrown out for procedural mistakes.

Martin had then had a nice chat with him about whether the Plainfield PD was likely to commit such procedural errors and had heard a litany of incompetence and worse over the years. It made him shudder. He prayed there had been nothing beyond what he'd already deflected in there. He'd spent 15 minutes going over the CSI workers reports and sample collections - and had been somewhat relieved. They'd done their work well and they'd done it all by the book. None of the evidence at the crimescene could be disallowed.

He was just about to launch into Samantha and Marc's treatment since they'd arrived here when the Uni found him and told him that mister big city lawyer wanted to see him. Worse he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Martin suppressed the urge to beat the Uni with a desklamp - quite likely these guys had given him whatever blunt instrument he was about to make Martin's day worse with.

He collected his papers again and made his way downstairs. So far he'd slamdunked the boy Whittaker's whining complaints - but he had to win every battle to win the war. Whittaker only had to win one.

He opened the door, sat down at his chair again and forced his game face on as he looked at the pair of them.

"Okay, people, you rang - and here I am."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha looked over to her lawyer, she wasn’t about to relax until she was in her car with Marc by her side. Her eyes were red and scatchy and she had just asked Matthew what time it was and it was slowly moving into 3:30 in the morning. When the door opened and Martin walked in she chewed on her inner cheek and tried to calm her breathing. She waited once more while two men stroked egos.

“I want to thank you Officer Hollander for once again showing me that I need to refresh your education.”

He pushed the files back to Martin and lifted a brow. “I’ll be witnessing you or someone from your lab destroying all intimate and non-intimate samples you collected from my client. It seems you failed to have her put in writing to give you samples. Now, an officer comes in and starts pulling my client around and demanding she do things for them, intimidates her and puts the fear of God into her. She’s scared. They start examining her like she’s a lab rate and pull out cotton swabs and start shoving them down her throat and then lift her hands and start scrapping at her nails... not once asking her to sign off on their cruel treatment...”

He stopped there and let it all sink in. He figured Martin was cursing, since he knew Samantha would have to sign over her DNA and it was obvious she hadn’t. Matt continued, “Now... if you’d had been a good boy and gotten that judges order than you’d have some good stuff there wouldn’t you, but you didn’t. I tell ya New Kid... it sucks to be you right now.”

Matthew stood up and glared down on Martin. “I want her out. I know and you know and Samantha knows that your office will be scurrying to haul her back in. She will return to this station,” he looked at his watch it was 3:30, “9am tomorrow morning willingly with me by her side, of course. That’s just over 29 hours to let this Librarian and upstanding member of our community put her affairs in order and get a decent nights rest. From what I understand she hasn’t rested since yesterday morning.”

“You have my word that she’ll be here... see I know my job and it seems I know yours...so give her the extra five and a half hours, so we don’t need to slap a violation of her rights on you and your office. Because forcing her to submit to those DNA samples did just that. It’s up to you.”

 

[Steiner]

Martin was physically gob-smacked.

"What? You mean they didn't get a consent form? You're mistaken..."

He checked through the paperwork but... No... It wasn't there.

"Oh you are SHITTING me. Those..."

Martin quickly got himself under control. This wasn't over yet, and whilst he was going to have to let Samantha walk the situation was very different for Marc. He thanked the CSI agent who had put the call in to the Federal Genetics Database and got a match between Marc's DNA on file and the stuff recovered from the crime scene.

Besides, with Marc implicated, even given the absence of the DNA evidence he had enough to pull Samantha in later.

"Well, I apologise for that screw up, Ms Cordial and Mister Whittaker. I can't think how it happened, and you can rest assured I'll look into it. Under the circumstances I'm more than willing to have your client come back after she's had time to get some sleep."

He slumped a little and then sat up.

"You know, though, that this is just bullshit? You haven't proved anybody's innocence here tonight. When your client comes back in here we'll do the DNA tests again, properly this time, and the results will all be the same. You aren't going to get a mistrial for this. You aren't going to get the DNA evidence thrown out of court. You aren't even going to be able to cast doubts on me as an investigator - because your clients were brought in before I was employed by this City as a Detective."

Martin spread his hands to encompass the futility of it all.

"I'll speak to the duty officer, we'll get you released. Mister Whittaker, we still have business with your other client. If you want to get Ms Cordial out of here first and come back and finish up, that's fine. Obviously, your client shouldn't attempt to leave city limits. I'll have that in writing, please - it's conditional to your release for the longer time period. Okay?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Matthew smiled and nodded to Samantha to stand. “You do what you need to do and I’ll do what I need to do. I can take care of myself... seems you’re the one playing catch up. I’ll agree she won’t leave town. I’m sure I’m going to have a hard time convincing her to leave Mister Jordan behind, but she will,” he raised a brow at Samantha.

Her shoulders slumped, but she agreed.

“Now, if you’ll get those release papers drawn up and escort my lovely client to her vehicle,” he turned to face her, “you are okay to drive?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Good, I’d hate to see you in an accident because of this man’s inability to pay attention to detail and force you into staying longer than you were needed.”

He turned back to Martin.

“She’ll be here by 9am tomorrow morning, now let me see what you have on Marc and go speak with him. You’ll not be needed in that room until I call for you, Son.”

Matthew quietly waited for Martin to do as he’d suggested. He had a feeling he’d gotten one client free, but he was going to have to lose the other... for now.

 

[Steiner]

Martin was silent as he had the forms drawn up and signed. He stayed silent as he escorted Samantha to her vehicle - he nodded at the patrol unit that would be shadowing her from now until 9am tomorrow.

Finally he held the car door open for her, blinking up at the orange Sodium halogen lights above the carpark. As she got in, he leaned in to close the door.

"I treated you harshly today, but that's because the job I do here is harsh. If you're guilty, I will find out and I will hunt you down and have you caged like the animal you are. If you're innocent I will find that out, and I will set you free - but you had better place your faith in cooperation and the justice system - because the guy you spoke to in there gets the same fee whether you go to jail as a wronged innocent or go free as an escaped murderess. Think about that."

Without waiting for a reply, Martin closed the door. "Be seeing you, Ms Cordial."

And he walked back to the station.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha sat in her car for ten minutes, alternating between shaking, cursing, and crying. Eventually she started her SUV and headed out, watching the police cruiser pull out behind her. The first stop she made was the last stop for several hours. She crawled into Marc and her bed and pulled his pillow up to her nose and buried her face in it and cried more tears than she thought she'd ever cried before. Eventually sleep claimed her...

****

Matthew picked up the files on Marc and headed to the room he'd been taken too. He shut the door and dismissed the officer that was "guarding" him.

"Okay, buddy... I got your girl out for just under 30 hours. But she's going to be charged with being Daddy's Little Girl and you may go down with her, so I want to know every move, every phone call, and every whispered word you said to Deb Snyder and her lover Brian... because right now, this is not looking good for you or Sam the pretty librarian."

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica’s eyes glazed over and she smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

She slipped down to her knees and placed both her hands on his cock. Her fingers playfully toyed with the thick rod and she felt it thicken in her skilled hands. How long had she been fucking her father... for a long time, until she had caught him with her mom. He’d said he wasn’t fucking the old lady, that she was the only one he needed. But he’d lied to her. She bent her head to Trevor’s cock and ran her tongue up and down his member, rolling her lips over the extended veins until she trailed the moist petals down to his balls.

“Oh Daddy, I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice took on a girlish quality and she nuzzled his balls, before she opened her mouth and swallowed them in.

Her tongue pushed and teased them. She forced them to drag back and forth over her teeth and her hand moved up and down on his dick while the other held onto his nipple. She sucked harder and with more passion building she felt her pussy grow slick and moist. She shivered and clenched her sex muscles, letting the nectar gather inside, before releasing her clamped muscles and letting the juice slide free.

She released his balls and gazed up at him. “Daddy... your Angel is wet and hot. Can she play Daddy...Can I fuck my pussy and suck my Daddy’s cock?” she asked, licking her way to the head and then back down. Her hand moved to cup his balls and she rolled them between her fingers. “Daddy... I’m so wet.”

 

[Steiner]

Whilst Matthew was exchanging heated words with his client, Martin was "explaining things" to the Chief, who was expecting the calming news that Daddy's Little Girl was in custody.

At first the chief was hostile - after all, Martin had been in charge, so what had he fucked up? As the story unfolded though the chief became embarrased rather than angry, and grateful that Martin had salvaged the situation.

"So now we have this pushy punk lawyer trying to ride roughshod over us? Right then - I'll get onto Justice McCormack and we'll see about his cagey attitude. We're golfing in about 5 hours, son, and I'll make sure I pick up warrants for the search of their address, as well as permission to draw fresh DNA samples from Miss Cordial and Marc Jordan. There should be a federal agent coming down shortly too - he'll sign off on the release of Mister Jordan's DNA records from the Federal Database."

Martin nodded, somewhat mollified by the sudden cooperation and can-do attitude of his boss. It felt good to have a little support.

"Meantime, Martin, you can trust me that I will light a fire under our intake staff about this screwup. I know the right approach to have them shitting their pants over letting Daddy's Little Girl off the hook."

Martin relaxed.

"Now son, we need you to go speak to some press in about 15 minutes. Some asshole leaked this and I want you to do damage control, okay?"

Martin tensed again and smiled weakly.

"Sure boss."

 

[southern_pixie]

Shelly though for a second wondering if she was doing the right thing.

As Bruce turned to walk away Shelly grabbed his arm and pulled him to face her. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him hard on the lips.

She tried to push her tounge between his lips and knowingly Bruce obliged, she swirled her tounge around the inside of his mouth and gently sucked his tounge.

She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes witha little grin "that is so you dont forget about me, and you know you have more to look forward to, ok"

 

[Tseranc]

The force behind her grip surprised him nearly as much as the action itself. Her kiss left his mind numb; unable to deny her, or defend the hidden accusation that he would forget her.

As she pulled away, he was left craving more. Much more. Damn the little tease….

“Shelly, baby, after that I’m missing you already.”

Bruce was pondering the possibility of make up sex, but knew that the effort might well set him back. No, best to leave her as she is; protective, but wanting to see him still.

Oddly enough, he felt really good that she still wanted him….Really good.

“I can’t wait until you come down and see me,” lust apparent in his voice. Turning around again to go was one of the harder things he’d done in recent memory. He had to consciously drag one foot after the other away from her.

Even once he was sitting in his car, his stuff slammed unceremoniously in the trunk, he found that turning the key was a new personal challenge. Eventually he succeeded, and drove off to Plainfield. It would only take him an hour or so with the small amount of traffic this late at night.

He vowed not to stop first at a hotel, but to head directly to the station. He figured Halenbeck would be up burning the midnight oil, so he’d stop in and give him a bit of hell.

But Shelly and the last kiss kept creeping back into the forefront of his mind….damn the woman.

 

[poohlive]

"Mmm, but I want to see, my angel," He moved further on the bed, laying down now.

"Bring your cunt up so I can see," He helped her move her body around, so that she lay the opposite way on top of him. He saw her cunt now, wet and glistening, his fingers came up to stretch the outer lips, look at that bright pink inside.

"Oh, good girl. My sweet little angel," His tongue came out, tasting the small droplets of cum falling from her. His face was practically drench as he got up close, his cheeks running over her damp thighs, his mouth on her heated sex.

"Oh, please baby, suck my cock. Let Daddy play with you, but you can still suck on me. Would you like that, baby girl?"

Without warning he stuck his tongue in deep inside her, a huge foreign tongue pressing against her folds, licking deep inside her heated core.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan with Matthew Whitaker

Matthew Whitaker finally entered the room I was being held in. He quickly explained that the police agreed to let Sam go for now. He noted that things were not looking so good and he would need to work fast.

Matthew had a smirk on his face when he explained there was about to be a press conference. He said not to worry, the press is already aware of the fact that two seemingly very innocent people had been arrested. That these two people had only a slight connection with the couple murdered. He suggested to the press that, while there maybe evidence at the crime scene linking Sam and myself to the couple, there could be a frame up happening here. He wanted the press to push for a complete investigation and not to use Sam and Marc as convenient scapegoats.

Matthew went on to explain how he had also spoken with the judge. He knew the judge’s hands were somewhat tied, he would have to act on the case as the police and prosecutors presented it. Matthew only asked the judge to urge all involved to look at all aspects of the case. I felt a little better as I began to give Matthew the information he needed to know before he could proceed further.

 

[Steiner]

The Klieg lights were quite blinding and Martin found himself wondering - yet again - why on earth he got tapped for this assignment. Surely the thing the department wanted now was a familiar 'old faithful' that would reassure the Mom's and Pop's of Plainview that nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

With his obvious youth, his newness to the role and his big-city wardrobe Martin knew that he looked like the pro from Dover. The impression that the media would come away with was "new sherrif in town" not "nothing to see here" and he wondered if the Chief knew that and why he wanted it if he did.

As well as the fashion difference there was also the matter of his gun and ID. In Detroit you needed to have your ID visible. Detectives often dressed down to fit in whilst investigating and with the size of the regular precinct house you never knew everyone by sight.

In Plainview you dressed simply. You didn't flap your ID around because you everyone knew who you were - even outside the station house. Martin caught sight of himself in a TV monitor and realised - he looked less like a local detective and more like someone who played a detective on TV. He wondered what the locals and media would make of him.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan & Matthew Whitaker

I gave Matthew all the information I could think of including some I didn’t think about until he asked questions. The more he questioned me the more this all seemed so very strange.

“Matthew, how did our DNA end up at Deb’s place? I mean Deb and I broke up in October of last year, I can’t even remember when I was last at her place. Sam, I know has never been there. I guess I can understand how there might be evidence at Deb’s place from me, I mean; I don’t have a clue as to how long that kind of stuff stays present. But Sam? The more I think about it, the more I believe someone had to of planted the evidence. How else could it be present? The authorities need to look into that Matt. We need to tell them to figure that out. They are holding the wrong person, which means the serial killer is still walking the streets.”

Matthew knew everything Marc was saying was right, but he also realized Marc was getting himself too worked up for his own good. Matthew did his best to calm Marc but also told him the truth of what was likely to happen.

“Marc, most likely I won’t be able to get you out of here in the near future. I hate to tell you that, but we need time, we need to direct the authorities in such a way that they come to their senses on their own and that might mean you staying here, for now. I’ll do what I can to get your free but at this point I cannot offer any guarantees.”

“Now, let’s get that Hollander guy in here and see what develops, shall we? Marc, remember, look at me before answering any questions.”

“Matthew, there is one more thing you should know. When I was questioned about my where abouts the night someone broke into Deb’s place, well, I wasn’t completely honest. I never went to Deb’s that much is true. However, I told the police that after our dinner I took Sam home when in fact Sam spent the night at my place. It was our first date, she is the town librarian, and I didn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression of Sam.”