by Smith, C. P.
“Hola, Mamasita, how was lunch the other day with the Sheriff?”
“Good morning to you too, you don’t waste any time getting down to business.”
“Got class in twenty, need to make this quick, so, did you like him, will you see him again, have you seen him again, and if so was the sex any good?”
“Jesus, the thought of discussing sex with my twenty year old daughter seems wrong on so many levels.”
“Get with the times, Jennifer, we women love sex, need sex and talk about sex, just like the men.”
“Bailey, women also need to be careful when engaging in sex, as in taking precautions, so you don’t end up like your mother, barefoot and pregnant instead of off at school having fun.” Realizing what I’d said, I added, “Not that I would trade you for a college experience ever, but you know what I mean, right?”
“Got ya, Mom, I know that and I’m careful. What about you? Are you being careful?” I stood there for a second feeling like I was in the twilight zone. Bailey had always done her own thing, said whatever was on her mind and didn’t care what others thought of her. So her asking about my sex life wasn’t a topic she figured was out of bounds. Clearly I needed to adjust to this new stage of our relationship…a baby raising a baby is what we’d always been, and we were so close, like sisters or best friends. She always talked to me and was never afraid to saying anything like the other kids did with their mothers. But for the first time since I gave birth, I was regretting that…. you made your bed now lie in it. She wanted to know, and I couldn’t start acting like her “mother” now.
“Um, yeah, I’m being careful Bailey, I’ve been on the pill since I delivered you.” And I had; I wasn’t ready for her, so I sure as hell wasn’t ready for another one. But somewhere along the way not being ready for another baby never transpired into wanting another child. So close was my bond with Bailey, I was afraid I couldn’t love another child as much as her and selfishly didn’t want to lose that closeness.
“Awesome, ok, so in twenty words or less…was he any good? Do you see it going somewhere and does he make you laugh?”
“Ok, Bailey, I used to think there was nothing we couldn’t talk about, I’m starting to think I was wrong.”
“That good, huh?” Damn, she knew me too well. If something irritated me, I ranted for hours, if I wasn’t talking; she knew I really liked Jack. Knowing she wouldn’t give up till I answered her, I went with the truth.
“He’s amazing, stubborn, bossy and fearless… and scary as hell.” And he was, he also made me feel so many different things it was a wonder I had time for anything else to penetrate.
“Mom,” Bailey whispered and I felt a lump in my throat. Dammit, I should have thought about how that would make her feel.
“Bailey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply your father—“
“Don’t, Mom, Dad is gone and I know you loved him, I also know you married him for me, and I also know you had a great relationship. But this, this is not about him, and you need to quit apologizing for moving forward.” God, I loved my daughter.
“How did you get to be so smart at such an early age?”
“Grandma.”
“Thanks.” We both laughed because it was true; Doug’s mother was as smart as a whip, and Bailey took after her. Even looked like her.
“Gotta scoot, Mamasita, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and tell the Sheriff he’d better be good to you or I’ll fly in from South Bend and have a word with him.” Rolling my eyes, ‘cause she wasn’t lying, she would do exactly what she said, I smiled.
“I’ll tell him. Make me proud, Baby, and I’ll see you in a month. I love you, Bailey, so much.”
“Love you too, Mom, bye.”
* * *
After much-needed coffee and a much-needed shower that helped with the loss of sleep and noodle limbs from hours of sexual fulfillment, I changed into something appropriate for my lunch with the Mayor. I wore a black long sleeved turtleneck, no boobs showing for this girl, with a pencil skirt in a warm taupe color. Black boots and silver hoops at my ears finished off the look, and I thought I looked good even if I didn’t have the enthusiasm for lunch. To say I didn’t feel up to going would be accurate. I wasn’t even sure why I’d agreed to lunch with John; he wasn’t the type of man I would be attracted to. But he’d pursued, and I couldn’t seem to decline, so I was stuck eating lunch with the man, knowing my mind would be on Jack. I’ll just eat a quick bite, thank him and make an excuse about a story of some sort. That settled; I was gathering my bags when I heard a knock at my door. Surprised I would have company this early, I checked out the window and saw Gerry standing on the porch. I moved to the door and opened it to Gerry’s smiling face.
“Hey, Gerry, what’s up?”
“Heard there was another killing last night and wanted to check on you. Are you doing ok?”
“That’s so sweet, yes, I’m ok, but shocked.”
“That whole situation last night with Naomi was crazy, and now she’s dead... that just seems a little coincidental to me.”
“How so?”
“Her getting killed after having it out with you.”
“She obviously went out again after Phil took her home, what’s that got to do with me?”
“Maybe nothing, but Naomi just ended things with Jack, and Shannon Davis and Jack dated a few years back. Just thinking maybe this killer has a problem with Jack, and since you and him seem to be starting something, I figured I better check on you, and maybe convince you to stay away from Jack till this blows over.” That got my attention; Jack hadn’t shared the fact he had dated the Davis woman. Could this be connected to Jack? Should we warn the other women he’s dated if this was about him?
“Gerry, do me a favor, make a list of all the woman Jack has dated in the past. Maybe we should consider this is about Jack. Maybe warn these women to be careful?”
“I agree, and maybe anyone involved with him now should watch their backs as well?”
“I’ll take that under advisement, Gerry, but it won’t stop me from writing this story.”
“You’re too damn tenacious for your own good, girl, hope it doesn’t get you in trouble. You want me to call Ben, and we can meet at McGill’s to make up that list?”
“Yeah, let me call Lorraine and run this past her then I’ll meet you there, ok?”
Gerry agreed, and then left to go find Ben. I was getting ready to call Lorraine when my phone rang, and I saw it was Jack.
“Jack?”
“Hey, Babe, I’m gonna be tied up most of the day with this, and I’ve got the late shift again tonight. Just wanted to let you know I’ll be out of pocket if you need me for anything.”
“Ok, thanks for letting me know. Uh, Jack?”
“Still here, Babe.”
“Naomi makes the second woman you’ve dated murdered by this guy. You think maybe this about you?”
“Christ, you’re in reporter mode right now aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, Gerry came by and informed me about Shannon Davis, and it hit me, two women in a row had you in common.” I let that hang there to see if he’d come to the same conclusion.
“Yeah,” was all I got, but it said a lot. He wasn’t arguing with me, so I figured he’d come to the same conclusion. Making a mental note to ask Ben and Gerry, who was Jack’s biggest rival for women’s affections, I was broken from my thoughts by Jack.
“Gotta go, Baby, just wanted to touch base, and remind you what I said earlier.” Confused by that, I asked.
“Remind me of what?”
“That I don’t share. Won’t be happy if I hear anything about your lunch with the Mayor being anything other than business, understand?” Smiling in the phone, because really, who wouldn’t like hearing a man like Jack sound possessive in a way that made you feel wanted?
“I understand Jack.” I giggled. Seriously? What the hell was it about this man that made me giggle?
“That’s my girl,” Jack’s voice purre
d down the line. Caught in his spell, I cleared my throat to say goodbye.
“Talk to you later, Ok?”
“Later, Baby, be good.”
“Later, Jack, stay safe.”
* * *
Jack
Christ what a cluster fuck. Naomi’s dead, Shannon’s dead, Cindy Baker, Jamie Smith, all dead and I had nothing to lead me in the direction of this fuck.
Naomi’s body was found in the same spot as Cindy Baker’s, the killer making it clear who put her there. Liver temp and rigor put her death around midnight, and Phil last saw her at nine pm. I have a team headed to her house to see if she was abducted from there, or left on her own accord. Not to mention this made the second woman I’d been involved with to die, and the coincidence wasn’t being ignored. No, I’m not ignoring this bastard. Not now, not ever.
Shannon’s funeral was tomorrow, and I planned on having eyes on the funeral for anyone who looked more on edge than just a typical griever. FBI was sending their profile this afternoon, and if they could free up someone from their overworked agents, they would send them, but until then, I was on my own.
Drew called and wanted to talk to me about what he’d found on Naomi. The garage that serviced all our vehicles called to say they found something interesting with my tire. It wasn’t 10 o’clock yet, and it felt like midnight. Sleep had been short the last few nights, one from investigating this killer, another from working the late shift, but mostly because of a sexy brunette whom I couldn’t keep my mind or hands off of if I tried. The Mayor wasn’t far off base when he said I didn’t have my head in the game.
Jenn had walked into my life 3 days ago, opened her mouth, sassed me, ignored my orders, and then showed her innocent side that made the man in me standup and take notice. Then she showed her stubborn and independent side that made the man in me standup and take notice, again. I’d had a very loose hold on dragging her off, spanking her, fucking her and marking her as mine since she opened her mouth, and last night I was done. Fuck being on duty, fuck anyone see us driving off together I wasn’t waiting another minute. Then the freak accident with the tire, a tire that was brand new, and with Jenn’s comment about someone trying to stop us, it got me thinking that tire shouldn’t have exploded the way it did. So I had the fire department take the tire to the garage and now I’ve got the garage telling me I need to see something.
My instincts kicked in last night and what they were coming up with pissed me right the hell off. Depending on what the garage said, would determine the direction I would take this investigation. I didn’t believe in coincidences, and if someone had tampered with my truck, then I’d go with the assumption that someone out there had a bone to pick with me.
I didn’t know the first two victims, and don’t know what to make of them in this scenario. Why kill women I didn’t know, then kill women I’d slept with if the killer was the same person who messed with my tire? I needed to think this through; something wasn’t adding up. I need to sit with the evidence and go over it with new eyes. If I assume I’m the connection, and examine the evidence we have in a new in light, maybe something would hit.
Pulling into Gunnison auto repair, I saw Grimsby come out of the back and wave. I got out and headed into the office where he was pulling up a page on his computer.
“What do you have for me, Grim?”
“Your fuckin' tire was cut on purpose, along the center tread, more than 3 inches… Sheriff, no way that was an accident, and based on what I’ve found during a Google search asking the question, “What causes a tire to explode while driving.” I found this explanation: “When a tire ages, it causes the tread to separate, which then allows the inner tube to expand out of the wall, eventually causing a blowout.” Grimsby moved to my tire, and pointed to the tread; then went on, “And look here, Sheriff, you can see where someone went to the trouble of sawing back and forth on your tire, to avoid puncturing the inner tube .”
“You’re telling me that you have no doubt, none what so ever, that my tire was purposely tampered with?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“That Internet search tell you how wide a separation was needed for maximum explosion?” Grimsby smiled the cat that caught the canary smile and said, “Oh yeah, 3-4 inches.” Sonofabitch.
I thanked Grimsby and slapped him on the back, then headed to my truck. My head was pounding with anger, and I knew if I checked my blood pressure, it would be sky high. This Jackass wanted to fuck with me? Try and warn me off? Or worse, kill me? Game on, motherfucker, I was determined before, but he’d made a calculated error, he messed with me while Jenn was with me, which in turn means he messed with Jenn.
Grimsby watched as the Sheriff climbed into his truck. Shaking his head, thinking whomever this guy was who messed with the Sheriff, was a stupid fuck. He didn’t know it yet, but he poked a viper last night, and vipers are lethal when they’re pissed. Yup, he’d enjoy watching this fucker get his comeuppance. If you were stupid enough to challenge a man like Jack Gunnison, then you were just plain stupid.
Chapter Fifteen
Manwhore
“I watched her leave, and I realized I needed to get control back, I’m getting reckless. Naomi wasn’t in my plans, but everyone knew she’d hit Jennifer, and it spread through the town like wildfire. It burned my gut the slut laid a hand on my perfect girl. And then the Sheriff, that goddamned knight in shining armor had whisked her off in his truck. I was her Knight… I should have been the one to rescue her. She could have died last night; I hadn’t thought when I tampered with his tire that Jennifer would be in the truck. Stupid, I should have known. Of course he would put her in his truck at some point, he’s pursuing her at a rapid pace. I can see now that killing him will have to be up close and personal. I can’t risk something that might put her in danger. Time to eliminate this threat. It’s past time for the Sheriff to die. I can’t let him soil my innocent, beautiful girl; she’s perfect, just like my Annie. I lost her once; I won’t lose her again.”
“Hear you and the Sheriff got in an accident last night?” I looked up from my porch, as I made my way to Lorraine’s car and saw Mandy standing at the passenger door smiling at me. Something in her smile told me she knew what happened last night, and I’m not talking about the car accident either. So I ignored her question and waved. As I reached the car and crawled in the backseat, Mandy climbed in and then turned around and gave me expectant eyes.
“Hey Mandy, what are you doing here?” I offered as an avoidance tactic.
“Lorraine figured since I was already involved, I’d want to help out.” Nodding and looking at Lorraine she shrugged, “I was at the coffee house when you called, and Mandy was there; I told her about your accident and she told me about your trespassing and figured we could use all the help we could get.”
“Ok, but Mandy you can’t talk to anyone about this, Jack would have my head.”
“Gotcha, mum’s the word.”
“Thanks for picking me up Lorraine, I forgot my car was still in town.”
“Yes, the Sheriff did seem eager to get you home last night.” She grinned and then pulled out of my drive. I tried to ignore her meaning, but Mandy wasn’t about to let it go.
“So you and the Sheriff did the horizontal tango, huh?”
“Jesus, Mandy, this isn’t high school, I’m not talking about what happens with Jack.”
“Oh, come on, is he really as good as everyone says he is? I don’t trust those other women to tell me the truth.” I looked at Lorraine and saw her equally expectant eyes staring back at me from the mirror.
“What have the others said?”
“That his bat is huge, and he knows how to swing it.”
“That, a, would be an accurate description of his baseball talents.” I couldn’t believe I’d been goaded into this. I watched Mandy and Lorraine hoot and holler, and then give each other a high five. Good lord, women, are worse than men. Mandy turned around from the front seat beaming.
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�I knew a man that fine would have to be talented in bed.”
“Can we move on to something else?” I pleaded.
“Hell no, I want the details, as in every last inch of them.” I stared at her for a moment and then figured what the hell; men talk about women all the time. So I told them the events of last night, and after I was through, they both were quiet. Lorraine, unfortunately, was the first to speak.
“God help me, I miss sex.” Lorraine said into the rear-view as she turned onto Elk street heading towards McGill’s.
“I miss sex, and I’m only thirty.” I looked at both women who were expecting a reply, so I figured if you couldn’t beat them join them.
“I missed sex after sixteen months.”
“Try not having it for twenty years and then we’ll talk.” Mandy nodded her head then added, “Lorraine, you know they have these things you can use—“
“Got me one of those, girl, not the same as a sweaty man grinding on you.” For the second time that day, I felt I’d entered the twilight zone. Lorraine admitting to using a vibrator was now burned into my brain, and let’s face it, I loved her, but it’s not something I needed to be picturing, she’s gotta be pushing seventy.
“Outstanding, Lorraine, good to know that when I’m as old as you I’ll still be wanting sex.”
“You’ll want it; problem is, will you be able to find a man who can provide it…they get limp at my age, you know.” Yep, another image I need to have removed. Then it hit me Ben was single.