by A J Kent
“If I am innocent in this, then why the hell are my fingerprints on a dead body?” I’ve been trying to put two and two together for days but every time I come up empty. My father either put them there on purpose to frame me or he saw that I joined the FBI and wanted to get my attention. Either way something bad is going to come from this.
Theodore runs a hand over his chin before putting his hands on his hips, “He’s trying to make a point Rory. He clearly saw that you joined academy and he wanted you on the case. He’s a narcissist. He wants to make a scene. A lot of serial killers are known for the dramatics.”
I just don’t understand why he’s doing it now. Is this his way of reaching out or is this his way of showing me that even though I am working for an agency that hunts down serial killers that he still has the power and still owns me.
Well he can fuck off.
If he thinks he has anything over me then he’s really underestimated my abilities and overestimated his effect on me.
At least he doesn’t have power over me anymore.
I am going to find his sick, vindictive, murderous ass and put him behind bars. Hell, I might even push for the death penalty. I will be happy to escort him to the electric chair myself.
An eye for an eye.
A life for a life.
He does not deserve to live, to breathe, to exist when he has prevented innocent women the chance to live their lives. The chance to get married, get a top job or have children.
He’s taken that away from them, and I am going to take everything from him.
One way or another he is going to be mine.
And I am going to have the last fucking laugh.
Bring it on Harold Holmes.
I’m coming for you.
13
Theodore
“What updates do you have for me, Riley?” Director Frieson asks me from the laptop resting on the hotel desk in front of me. When my phone went off this morning, I did not expect to see a text message from Martha Frieson insisting that she was going to be skyping me to get an update on the case and the rookie’s training.
“The witness confirmed that the tattoo on Mr Holmes arm was in fact the one she saw.”
Frieson sits back in her seat and presses her fingers together, “Good, good. Now how is the rookie handling this whole thing. Do you think we need to take her off the case?”
I do not even need to ask which rookie she means as clearly she is referring to Rory, “She’s doing fine. She’s providing us with a lot of information on Mr Holmes and is more determined that any of us to catch him and bring him to justice. She definitely does not need to be taken off this case. She’s estranged from her father, she hasn’t seen him for years, she does not identify with him. They may be related by blood but that’s it. There is no connection between them. There is no relationship. Rory has already said that he’s dead to her.”
I know I don’t need to fight Rory’s case like this, but I want to make it as clear as possible to Frieson that removing Rory from the case would be a bad idea. She’s more motivated than any of us and the talent she is showcasing, the investigative skills, she’s basically an agent already. She may technically be a rookie but in my head she’s a fully blown agent. She’s learnt fast.
Frieson nods in agreement, “Holmes will remain on the case, but I want a weekly report on everyone’s contributions. I want to know about every conversation you have any every lead you follow. Got it?” she orders.
“Of course, we’ve been documenting everything anyways, so I’ll get it compiled into a word document and get it sent through to you this evening.”
“Good. Good luck with the rest of the case.” Frieson hangs up and I get straight onto putting the information we’ve documented so far into one folder. I want to send the information over as soon as possible. Anything to keep her off my back and Rory’s. She has enough on her plate as it is. She doesn’t need the director of the FBI riding her ass and questioning everything she does.
My dick stirs to life and starts to swell in my pants at the thought of riding Rory’s ass. Down boy. I curse and adjust my dick in my pants before shaking the thoughts of Rory’s naked body bent over this desk, silky and glistening ready for me to slide my cock into her velvety folds. Yes, good job Theo, you really got fucking Rory out of your head there didn’t you.
How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on my work with my cock throbbing in my pants and Rory’s naked body flying through my head. I blow out a breath and down a glass of ice-cold water before continuing to type up the notes to send over to Director Frieson. A few moments pass and the raging hard-on in my pants is going nowhere fast. I need to get laid and fast or I am going to do something I regret.
I quickly grab my phone before typing out a text to Henley.
Me: Where the fuck are you?
I continue to type up a few more notes as I wait for Jefferson to respond. A few minutes later my phone pings. I pick my phone back up and read over the text.
Henley: I’m with Charlotte and Rory. We are speaking to Fin on Skype, he has some information. Get your ass down here.
Some new information. Great.
I quickly send back a text to Henley before saving the work on my laptop.
Me: I’ll be there soon, I’ve got some shit to do first. Need to get it sent over to Frieson before I can come out.
Okay so that might have been a bit of a lie. Sure, I’ve got shit to send to Frieson but there are other important matters at hand that need to be dealt with first.
I close down the laptop lid and walk over to the black fabric sofa near the window. I grab a box of tissues and close the blinds before sinking down into the sofa. I unbuckle my jeans and slide them down to my ankles before releasing my dick from my boxers. My cock springs free and I grip my fingers around it. A groan slips through my lips as I start pumping my dick in my hand, every pump pushing me closer and closer to my release. My breathing deepens, getting heavier with every stroke of my dick.
Pre-cum pools at the end of my cock and I wipe my hand on it, using it to lubricate my dick as I pump it through my hand. I grab my balls with my other hand and palm them as I continue stroking my cock. More groans escape my lips as I picture my dick sliding in and out of Rory’s tight pussy, as her velvety folds wrap around me, consuming my dick whole. My breathing deepens and my body heats up as I start moving my hips, thrusting myself into oblivion, thrusting whilst picturing Rory’s perky tits bouncing as I plough into her.
“Fuck,” I groan as I increase the speed and intensity of my strokes.
The thought of Rory’s blonde hair soaked and stuck to her skin as her soft, delicate hands dig into my back as I rock her body into pure ecstasy. Pleasure builds as my whole body is completely monopolized and enthralled by the fantasy of fucking Rory. The fantasy of devouring her sweet, curvy little body, hearing her scream my name over and over as I shake her core as I push her over the edge.
I continue to groan and stroke myself ferociously as I brush my tongue over my lips picturing Rory’s sweet love-heart shaped lips on them.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, my release near, “Fuck Rory,” I mumble through my gritted teeth. I stroke my cock a few more times, hard and intensely as my whole-body tingles. My dick explodes, streams of cum shooting into the tissue I grabbed earlier. Grunts of pleasure leave my mouth as I palm my dick a few more times.
I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds before the click of a door opening and a familiar voice fills the room.
“What the fuck, Theodore?” Rory shouts.
My eyes fly open and I watch as Rory scrambles to cover her face with her hands. Not going to work darling. I am packing, you’re going to need a lot more than your tiny hand to cover my manhood.
“Turn the fuck around Rory, why are you still facing me?”
Her eyes shoot open and her eyes are glued to my dick. My dick which is now hard again and ready for round two. This woman, really. Her teeth poke through her mouth and she
nibbles her lip before she spins around.
“What the hell, Theodore. Henley said you were getting some work done so he sent me over to give you a hand.”
Too late to give me a hand now blondie.
That fucking dickhead. I shake my head before quickly cleaning myself up. I toss the used tissues into the trashcan next to me and slide my boxers up before pulling my jeans up from my ankles and buttoning them up. I stand up and pull a t-shirt from the closet on.
“You can look now.” I say as I flop down onto the bed and put my shoes on.
Rory slowly turns around, her hand still covering her eyes, she makes a scene of turning around dramatically. “Are you sure it’s safe, that thing was huge. I don’t want it burning my eyes anymore.”
I laugh and tell my dick to back off as it throbs at her calling it huge. “Thanks for the compliment, but you are safe.”
She removes her hands from her face and looks me straight in the eye. She walks closer and falls onto the bed next to me. Yeah, just exactly where I wanted her five minutes ago.
“I can’t believe I just walked in on that.”
I laugh as I tie the laces to my sneakers, I’m opting for the casual look today ‘Fuck, I can’t believe you just walked through that door, did you not maybe think about knocking?”
She shrugs, “It’s okay, a man has needs just like us women and besides, I’ve seen it before.”
I whip my head around to look directly at her, “I beg your pardon. When the fuck have you seen it before?”
How am I sat here having a normal conversation after the woman just watched me come whilst screaming her name.
She laughs as she pulls at the threads on her sleeve, “Remember that one time we had a sleepover at my house, and I dropped BBQ sauce down you and you needed a shower?”
I nod.
She smiles, “Well you didn’t close the door properly and I got a proper eyeful.”
Well shit. Seventeen-year-old me would have been fucking ecstatic knowing that she saw me naked. “Well I hope you had a better view this time.” I say as I wriggle my eyebrows at her.
She swats my arm with her hand and smiles, “Like I said, it was big, but I don’t need to be seeing that.”
I laugh and shake my head, “If you say so.”
“So why were you doing it in the middle of the day?”
Someone’s being nosey.
“I’ve not got time to get laid and I needed a release. No big deal.”
She chest rises and her heats flush, “Of course there’s time. There’s a lot of beautiful women here.”
She’s definitely right. There were definitely some stunners at the club the last time we went. A few of them I would have definitely been happy getting my dick wet with, but I can’t seem to get one person out of my mind.
“Sure, there’s a lot of good-looking women, but I don’t want any of them, I want someone else.”
That declaration was definitely risky as Rory is like a dog with a bone sometimes. When she wants to know something, she will not stop pushing and harassing you until she has every single detail.
“Well you better call her up. Masturbation can be lonely, I should know. I just don’t get caught by my friends,” she stands up and heads for the door, holding it open waiting for me to follow.
Yeah, I’m not going anywhere. At least for a few minutes. My dick is now ten times harder than it was earlier. Why did Rory have to fucking go and tell me that she masturbates. I know she’s mentioned if before, but it slipped my mind. There is nothing sexier than a woman taking control of her own orgasms. I close my eyes briefly and think about things to make my cock go down. She’s already seen my bare dick today; I don’t think she wants to walk through the hotel lobby stood next to someone sporting wood.
“Come on Theodore, Fin found out some interesting things about you know who.”
She waves her hand and taps her watch, moaning at me to hurry up. I clear my head for a few more seconds and look down to make sure that I’m good in the boxers department.
Great, all good. I grab my key card and phone before following Rory out of the hotel room.
14
Rory
Fin’s face is projected onto the big screen as Theodore and I walk into the room. Officer Lucaris and Officer Meadon are sat on the table with a few other officers surrounding them with notepads in front of them and pens in their hands. I walk around the table and grab the spare seat next to Lottie as Theodore walks over to stand next to Henley.
“Nice of you to join us Theodore,” Fin says from the screen on the wall.
“He had something important to do,” I joke.
Theodore laughs before giving him the middle finger.
“Okay Fin, everyone’s here so tell us what you’ve found out.” Henley says.
Fin clears his throat before holding a notepad up so he can read from his notes.
“So, it turns out that Mr Holmes never stays in the same place for more than a few months, he’s always stayed in motels, paying cash every time he stays there. His credit card activity shows us that he’s been in Los Angeles for at least six months, so he’s deviated from his usual pattern for some reason.”
“He always said that he was going to move us to Los Angeles when I was younger,” I interrupt.
“Okay, so clearly him being here is important to him,” Lottie cuts in.
Theodore nods before quickly noting something down in his little black notepad he always carries around with him.
Fin clears his throat before he continues, “From the records, we can see that he’s done a few odd jobs since he’s been here, but he’s never settled anywhere permanently. Even though he’s here in the city, he never stays in the same area for long. He’s either running from something or trying to hide what he’s doing.”
I close my eyes and shake my head as Fin continues to spout off more information and findings about my father. I’ve heard enough. I don’t care what he’s been doing the last few years, I don’t care where he’s been living. All I care about is putting his sadistic ass behind bars or putting him sex feet under, whichever comes first.
“Fin, have you got his last known location?” Henley asks as he walks closer to the monitor on the screen.
“So, this is where things get interesting,” Fin says his eyes locking on mine.
“How so, Gabel?” Theodore cuts in.
He takes a deep breath, “Okay, so it turns out that Mr Holmes finally put down some routes. It turns out he’s renting a house here.”
“Okay, so what’s the interesting part?” Theodore asks.
“Well, he’s renting under the name Rory Holmes.”
That absolute fucker.
I bolt up out of my seat and walk closer to the monitor on the wall, “I beg your fucking pardon, Fin?”
He sighs, “I’m sorry Rookie, clearly he’s trying to drag you into this somehow or trying to get your attention.”
You can say that again. A few months ago, I was going about my life with no care in the world. Not once thinking about my deranged father but now he’s going around on a mass murder spree, tarnishing my name one victim at a time.
“Where’s the apartment?” Officer Lucaris asks.
“Roseview Avenue, Apartment 3E,” Fin says before logging off.
Well shit. I really cannot believe this. What is the man playing at? What does he hope to achieve from this? Does his delusional mind think he’s going to win me back somehow or is he so far along that he’s psychotic and has no idea what he’s doing? I’m hoping it’s the latter as there’s not a chance in hell that man is ever going to have anything to do with me. He gave up those rights years ago. He gave up the chance to be my father when he left Mom and I with nothing. He left us to suffer and starve. He let us wither away and I’ll never forgive him for that.
“Rory, are you sure you’ve not been in contact with your Dad?” Henley asks, his voice soft and non-intrusive.
I shake my head, “Nope. Not until
he walked out on me and my Mom.” I assure him.
He holds a hand to his face his eyebrows creasing, “He’s never sent you anything or tried to reach out to you another way?”
What is Jefferson trying to imply here, that I am hiding something. That I am hiding that I’ve spoken to my Dad. Why on earth would I lie about that. I loathe the man. I detest him. I hate him with every inch of my body.
“Henley, I am not going to tell you again. I’ve never received anything from him, okay so back off.”
He holds his hands up and backs off before walking over to the information board.
“I think I have something that might be beneficial here,” Lottie says, her voice breaking as she speaks.
“Lotte, what’s up?” I ask taking her hand in mine.
She momentarily closes her eyes before she looks into mine, “I know I should have mentioned this before, but it escaped my mind. I forgot about them until today,”
“Forgot about what, Charlotte?” Theodore asks as he rounds the table to stand next to me.
“The letters. On the sixteenth of May you receive a letter in the post,” she pauses “You’ve been receiving these letters since we were twenty.”
Wait, what. I’ve been receiving mysterious letters for seven years and Lottie has conveniently forgotten to inform me of this.
“So, are you telling me that my Dad has sent me six letters over the last few years and you’ve been hiding every single one?”
She nods, “I noticed it was your Dad’s handwriting after I read through your baby book in college.”
I just don’t understand how Charlotte intercepted the letter in the first place.
“How did you find the first letter in the first place?” Theodore asks.
She shrugs, “It was mail day, and nothing came for me so I just read through Rory’s, yes I know that’s against the law but she’s my best friend so I thought she wouldn’t mind. I read through the letter, but it didn’t say from Dad, it was signed HH.”