by Mikey Lee
Oh my God, and what was up with Zee the other night. I mean, it was her but it wasn’t ‘her’. It was like she was possessed by an evil demon or something. Some very sexual…an amazingly sexual demon. The way she took control, the way she climbed on top of me. She’s been on top before, but damn… nothing like that. She totally had to be a different person that night. There’s no fuckin’ way she would ever let me go in her ass. But I’ll be damned if she didn’t jam me in there. If she’s got multiple personalities or something, I wouldn’t mind that personality coming out more often.
Unable to fall asleep, Seth picked up his cell phone. Hmmm. I wonder if by getting hit so many damn times in the head it has given Franklin multiple personalities or something. Wrapping the charger wire around his palm, he clicked on the google app. Ok, so let’s say Franklin get all pissed off because Kathy denied him. He leaves the hotel and goes to her house in the middle of the night. He goes back to the hotel and the next day he gets a plasma injection or what ever the super nerds were talkin’ about, lowering the percentage of DNA match. It does kinda make sense, his lip was bleeding a little more than normal. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of some fat lips, and I’ve never bled like that before. This is the fuckin’ perfect cover. If I can just get him alone, I just know he’s fuckin’ dumb enough to just straight out confess. I think he’d even be proud of it. His fame and money has taken his head away from reality; not to mention all the blows he’s taken in the ring.
He typed [Ben the Lightning Franklin] in the google search bar on his phone, an uncountable amount of Youtube videos were the first things that came up. Scrolling through lines and lines of videos, Seth took note of a wiki page on him. Fuckin’ wiki huh… we all know these are as about reliable as satellite internet in a hurricane. But, you know what… what the hell. Clicking on the link it pulled up Franklin’s boxing portfolio. It was mostly a lot of general information that he already knew, but some that he didn’t. Franklin won and became the Heavy Weight Champion at the age of twenty-five. He was the first boxer in history to gain one hundred wins with no losses. Good God, no wonder he’s so fuckin’ arrogant. He’s had over a hundred professional fights. Hmmm, very interesting fact. In all of Franklin’s professional fights, HE’S NEVER BEEN KNOCKED DOWN. In 2006, Ben changed his name to ‘Ben The Lightning’ Franklin, a stage name given to him by a boxing promoter due to the quick speed of his fights. Also, in 2006 Ben’s twin brother Nathian Adams became his publicity manager. Seth’s finger hovered over the phone. WHAT THE FUCK, his brother… his fuckin’ twin brother?! Ben’s real name is Adams, and that fuckin’ clown turd manager is his fucking manager.
Seth abruptly sat up. Smashing the back button on his cell phone, Seth pulled up a new search bar.
[do siblings share DNA] he typed in the google search bar. Clicking the [search] button, the results started popping up. The results had him taking a deep breath.
Identical twins share 100% of their DNA. Full siblings are first-degree relatives and, on average, share 50% of their genes out of those that vary among humans. Half-siblings are second-degree relatives and have, on average, a 25% overlap in their human genetic variation.
Well, I’ve met both of these fuckers and they’re definitely not identical twins, which would make them fraternal twins. And full siblings share fifty mother fuckin’ percent. HOLY FUCK.
Seth jumped out of bed, and rushed to the closet where he jumped into a pair of track pants and tossed a plain white tee-shirt on. Ripping a gym bag out from under his suits, he reached up and grabs one. Socks, shoes, suit in the gym bag. Tip toeing back to the night stand he tossed his badge, gun, and wallet in the bag. His cell phone got stuffed in his pocket.
Out the door and in the squad car, he cranked the engine on and backed out of the driveway before turning the headlights on. Seth wiggled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Ashley.
Ashley jumped up, wiping drool off her the crack of her mouth and desk. “Yes, ummm. Yes, what’s up Lane?”
“Ashley, hey. I got it. I know who did it… it wasn’t Franklin. It was his manager.” Seth said, almost screaming in the phone. “We just need to find the evidence that will prove he was there. I’m on the way right now to the precinct. Meet me there.”
Ashley looked up at the computer monitor where the video surveillance was still playing. “Lane… I’m already here at the precinct… and I’ve got something you wanna see.” Ashley clicked the pause button.
19
Screeching in the parking lot of the precinct, almost power sliding in to space, Seth rushed in with his gym bag in hand.
“Good morning.” Ashley said, meeting him at the entrance with a cup of coffee.
“Mornin’,” Seth said taking the cup from her with a head nod as to say thank you. “You said you had something for me?”
“I do. I have it pulled up on your computer screen now.” Ashley said, accompanying him to his office.
Tossing his gym bag down by the filing cabinet, Seth took his seat carefully, setting down his coffee. “Alright, what am I lookin’ at?”
“As you called me this morning, I was reviewing the surveillance from the hotel. First, I was creating the timeline, which you can see right there.” Ashley pointed down at the desk, sliding the paper out from under the case file. “Then I continued to watch, just to see if there was anything that we may have missed from before.”
“And… did we miss anything?” Seth asked, glancing over the timeline.
“Just as you called and told me about Nathian Adams, I looked up. That’s when I saw this.” Ashley reached across the desk and tapped the space bar on the keyboard, resuming the play on the video. “You can see here, Adams leaves the hotel suite at 12:04 am and walks down past the lobby outside and then talks to the valet. The hotel limo pulled around and at 12:20 he got in the limo and drove off.”
Seth looked up at Ashley, “This is fantastic, we’ve got the son of a bitch.”
“Well, he doesn’t return back at the hotel until 2:20 am.” Ashley said.
“Two hours. He was gone for two hours.” Seth stared off with a blank look on his face. Ashley could see that he was thinking.
“The problem that I see here is, we don’t know where he went for those two hours.” Ashley pointed out.
Seth reached over and grabbed the case file. Fanning the notes across the desk he pulled out the sheet of paper with Kathy’s address on it. Opening a browser on the computer he types in [maps]. Entering in the address from the hotel and then the address for Kathy’s house, he clicked enter.
“Twenty-six minutes. Its only a twenty-six-minute drive from there and back.” Seth stopped. Silence descended in the room as his brain started working again. Pulling his cell out of his sweat pants, he did a quick scroll through of the screen and clicked the call button. “C’mon, c’mon… pick up.” He started to tap his heel under the desk. “C’mon, wake the fuck up and answer.”
“For real? This had better be good man.” Phil’s voice sounded asleep. And agitated.
“Phil, I need you to pull some info for me.” Seth said eagerly.
“Right now?” Phil asked, starting to actually wake up.
“Yes, right now. Wake your ass up fool.” Seth ordered. “I need you to find out where the hotel limo went at 12:20 am last Saturday.”
“Alright alright… stop yelling. Is this about that case?” Phil sat up with an oomph.
“No, I really want to know about birthday cakes. Yes, man… it’s about the case.” Seth said sarcastically.
“Alright, let me make a call, I’ll hit you back.” Phil said. “And Seth, dude, now you really do owe me one, or three… drinks later, after you’re done with this case.”
Hanging up the phone, Seth and Ashley locked eyes. “Hey, outstanding work on this timeline.” Seth said, giving her a thumbs up with his eyes. “Really. Way to show some awesome initiative.”
“Thank you Lane. Thanks for noticing.” Ashley cracked half of a smile.
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p; “Now, call the Captain and catch him up to speed. Let him know where we’re at.” Seth said, raising his eyebrows slightly as to say, ‘you did the work, you take the credit.’
Ashley reached down and grabbed the desk phone and looked at the time on the dock. “It’s 5:00 am.” She said. “You want me to call him now?”
“When we know something, our boss knows something. It’s called communication. So, you know, when someone has some information for us, it’s a good idea to answer the phone.” Seth smiled, indicating that he was just joking with her. Ashley laughed and picked up the phone.
While Ashley was on the phone with the Captain explaining everything that had come to light Seth’s cell phone rang.
“Phil… my man, whatcha got for me?” Seth answered.
“Hey buddy, ok so, here’s what I’ve got. It looks like Franklin’s manager, Mr. Adams, took the limo at 12:20 am to an address of…ummm, 206 Drexel Dr.” Phil said.
Seth looked for the note paper with the victim’s address again.
“He stayed there for about an hour, while the limo waited outside, then came back to the hotel. No other stops in between.” Phil continued.
Finding the note paper, Seth read off the address. “206 Drexel…”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Phil answered.
“Brotha, I’ll buy you a fuckin’ case of drinks later. Thanks a lot man.” Seth said hanging up the phone as Phil started to say something else.
Looking back over at computer monitor, he tapped the space bar to remove the screen saver, the driving directions were still there. Thirty minutes there, he stayed for an hour, and thirty minutes back. We’ve got this fucker.
“Ashley…” Seth said with no response because she was still focused on talking to the Captain.
“ASHley…” He tried again. Still nothing.
“HART,” Seth said said abruptly, startling her.
She looked down at him, Seth raised his hand up for the phone. Ashley slowly handed the phone to him.
“Captain,” Seth said calmly. “I’m going to need an arrest warrant on a Mr. Nathian Adams soon.”
20
Seth grabbed his gym bag. Ashley looked over her shoulder at him, “Where are you going?” She asked.
“I’ll be down at the locker room, changing.” He replied.
Down in the locker room, Seth tossed his gym bag on a bench. Sitting down next to it, he pulled his gun out first. He held it in his hands but his mind couldn’t stop racing. Could it have really been? Why would Franklin’s brother, manager, do … He ejected the clip out from the pistol grip and he tapped the clip against his thumb, setting the rounds in place to the rear of the clip. What in the world could have been his motivation? Franklin, he was the one that showed interest. Nathian only seemed to want to keep everything his brother did under wraps. Do I have the wrong guy again? Was it really Franklin? They are twins, after all.
Pulling his suit out of the gym bag, he walked over the showers. Seth dropped the hanger around the towel hook. He turned the shower at the end closest to his suit on full blast as hot as it goes. Moving down to the middle showerhead in the row, he turned the hot water on there. The steam should help to get the wrinkles out. That was about stupid of me, who the fuck throws a suit in a fucking gym bag; what the hell was I thinking. Stripping out of the sweat pants and peeling his tee shirt off of his body, he immersed his face and head in the hot water. His hands planted against the shower wall. The warmth ran down his back and rubbed across his butt. It felt like he was getting frisked by hundreds of soothing warm hands. The water sprayed down the back of his legs and slapped down on the shower floor. He tilted his head down, facing the floor so that the water now ran down the tip of his nose and he was able to take a slow calm relaxing breath in. I know how I am while interviewing someone. It makes it so much easier if I know what they are thinking, or how they are. What was their motivation? But this guy. This is a new one to me. Franklin would have been easy. With all his fame and money, it would have been easy as fuck to break him; he would have been bragging about it. But his brother, I just don’t know. Why? Without some hard rock solid evidence, I just don’t know.
He turned off the water and used one of the station’s towels from the locker room to dry off. I never realized just how awesome Zee’s towels are and the value of her doing all the laundry. Her towels are so soft and nice. These damn things feel like a cheap ass hotel. Like a gym towel had sex with a belt of sandpaper and out came this crappy thing.
His mind quickly turned back to his wife, as it usually did.
Zee, my God she’s amazing. The other night, damn… she really fucked me. The way she came out of the closet and attacked me. She was sneaky about it too. Starting out all sweet with that little kiss, then taking my handcuffs and locking me down. Then out of the blue, she got all kinds of aggressive. Shoving me down—well, trying to at least— and then the way she got on top and started riding me. Still can’t believe she put me in her ass. That little tight ass. I’m truly impressed she was able to take it.
Oh my God, wait a second. Zee was helping me the whole fuckin’ time. It’s like she knew. It was almost like that night I was fucking Zee’s sexually evil twin. She would never allow my cock anywhere even close to her ass, especially not in it.
Seth leaned down and fumbled around in the gym bag, grabbing his cell phone. He held down the number three button set to auto call Zee’s cell.
“Hey, baby… where are you?” Zee answered.
“Hey baby, I’m at the precinct. Listen, I have kind of a strange question for you.” Seth started.
“Yeah, baby. What’s up?” Zee said.
“The other night. The last time we…”
Zee blurted out, “Fucked.”
“Yeah, listen… did you mean to put me in your… ummm…or was that just a spur the moment kinda thing?” Seth looked around the locker room seeing if there was anyone else there.
“For real? This is what you wanna know?” Zee questioned. “If you really must know, I kinda planned it. One of the girls from my afternoon class at the studio was talking. She told me about how intense this orgasm was that she had. She said it was from anal, and boy was she right. I came so hard my knees tingled for hours.”
Seth glanced down and noticed his dick growing. Remembering that he was at the station’s locker room, he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Baby, when you say you planned it…” Seth said.
“Oh, the reason I had to make a pit stop at the studio was because I bought some lube online and while I was at the restaurant waiting on you, I got an email that it was delivered. When you came home, I was actually in the closet lubing my butt up. That lube just takes a while before it takes effect. Why? You want to try some on your butt?” Zee explained.
He burst out with a chuckle and a smile. “No, no thank you. But thanks for the offer.” Seth laughed again.
“Hey, you never know. Don’t knock it, I hear some guys actually like it. I think they call it pegging.” Zee said.
“I bet they do, but I’m just going to have to pass on this one baby. Listen, I’m working on something. Thanks, baby.” Seth said.
“Oh hey, am I going to see you tonight?” Zee asked before letting him hang up.
“Well, see. I’ll try to keep you updated.” Seth said. “Love you baby. I’ll talk to you later.”
Seth slid his freshly steamed suit jacket over his broad shoulders and paid close attention to his tie. Its about that time for my eldridge knot. Pulling his collar down around his neck he looked in the mirror. Zee, you fuckin’ genius. There’s no doubt in my mind, you are in fact my muse. I don’t know how you do it, but, damn you’re a genius.
21
Skipping up the stairs from the locker room, Seth emerged. Ashley was making a fresh pot of coffee, looked over her shoulder and watched Seth trot over to the front desk. He leaned down, bending over talking to the desk Sergeant. Ashley’s eyes did a reverse blink, her eyes
getting wider with tunnel vision aimed at his butt. He wrote something down on a sticky note and handed it to the desk Sergeant. Seth gave him a friendly ‘thank you’ pat on his arm and walked toward his office. Ashley prepared two cups of coffee and headed his way.
“Here you go.” She said, handing him a cup. “Look at you, don’t you look nice.”
Taking the cup, he looked at her. “You look tired. You ok?” Seth said taking sip.
“I’ll be alright. So, what’s the next move?” Ashley asked.
“Our next move…” Seth set the cup down and picked up the case file. Fingering through the pages, he pulled out the report from the hospital. His eyes bounced from left to right and back again, speed reading through the report. Plucking the page he snapped the paper in the air. “There. That’s our next move right there.”
Seth picked up the desk phone and called the lab. “Hey guys, y’all wanna have some fun this morning? I want you guys to go to 206 Drexel Dr. and dust the door for fingerprints. Just pull what ever fingerprints you find.” Seth paused from speaking. “Then I want you to make some prints, and put them on an official finger print report.” Seth waited for the affirmative from the lab guys and then hung the phone up.
“Ashley, call the victim and let her know that the lab boys are going to her house and they’re going to be dusting.” Seth said, gathering up all the notes and stuffing them in the case file. “Is the Captain here yet?”
“Hmmm, yeah, he came in a couple minutes ago. What’s going on? What’s happening?” Ashley said, confused as fuck.
“I got it, I know how he did it.” Seth said, tapping the file on the desk, packing the papers down.
“Who? He did what?” Ashley was even more confused now.
“He prepared her. He just had to wait until it took effect.” Seth said walking out of his office.