Tim looked over at Grace. She was filing her nails, a rare event because they were normally so chewed up from her job. The past few days she'd been able to pamper herself like it was a vacation. She even went to the hotel spa and had a massage and facial. The effect was immediate—it took 10 years off her face, erasing all the minute wrinkles that seemed to collect when you neglected yourself. She wondered—was she babying herself for Tim? She typically didn't go in for the 'girly' pursuits of shopping, pampering, or anything else. Her whole focus was solving cases.
It wasn't in her plan to start going to spas just because she was the object of a man.
She perked up after he and Greg disconnected. "So now we get to talk to the famous Greg Turner."
"Yep. You'll be in the observation room, just like with Jill. Flo will be there too, like before."
"Ok. You know, you Reno cops aren't bad." She tickled his chest, drawing a trace around his pectoral muscle. It looked like it was carved from solid marble.
"Neither are you big-city cops from Seattle." He reached over her back, dragged her to him as if she were a rag doll, squeezed her hard around the waist. She gasped involuntarily, not expecting any physical contact before the interviews.
He mashed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside. She shivered, sucking on his mouth as if it were her last source of oxygen. They stretched on the bed, winding their legs around each other. Grace ground her pussy along Tim's leg, leaving a wet track on its surface. She began to pant, as their kiss intensified. She could feel his erection growing alongside her pussy. She moved to rub her clit against the tip of his cock, knowing it could set off an orgasmic explosion without warning.
Tim maneuvered himself so that he was kneeling between her legs. She slowly slid her pussy up and down his shaft, drenching it with her cream. She was close to coming, but wanted it to last awhile. Teetering on the edge of a peak was a trick she learned to heighten her responsiveness. But this time it wasn't going to wait as long as she wanted it to. After just a couple of minutes, her legs were quivering in anticipation of a huge climax. Her muscles flexed, her stomach tensing, preparing for the explosion.
Tim moved forward, placing just the tip of his cock at the entrance of her drooling tunnel. The change in position pushed her over the edge. "Mmmmmmmm, uh huh, wow...." Her spasms began at her vagina, flowed down her thighs, then up her torso to the center of her chest. Her breathing was uneven as her climax blasted through her brain. Her pulse raced as her vagina throbbed in unison with her heartbeat. She clawed at his chest and back, completely out of control. "Fuck me now, deep!" she said, gasping.
Tim slowly entered her fully, watching her face as she continued to climax. Her eyes closed as he scraped the inside of her body with his long stick. She seemed to be in another dimension, babbling uncontrollably, blinking back tears as she soared to a place she had only dreamed about. Many times she'd awakened, sweaty, wet, out of breath, sticky and swollen, after experiencing hot sexy dreams. When she dreamed like that, it took a long time to calm down, usually with a lengthy masturbation session. This was the first time she had felt that way while she was awake.
"Ttim, I'm...still coming..." she stammered, continuing to throb without stopping. She was a mass of nothing but sensation as her body responded as if she were a teenage boy.
Tim was trying to keep up with the Amazon, and lost control when she soared aloft for the fourth time. "Get ready, I'm coming now!" He yelled, pounding into her with all his strength. The room reverberated with their mutual howls, elemental in their lust.
After several pulse-pounding, torso-twitching minutes, they calmed down. Grace was still vibrating, quivering with post-orgasmic bliss. "I didn't think we'd have time for sex before the interviews..." she stammered, trying to hold herself together.
"There's always time for sex, interviews or not," Tim said. He stretched, flexing as Grace reached for a cigarette. They were both quivering, but knew they had to bring themselves back to center—to become cops again. Slowly, they both came back to earth.
Grace spoke first, with a quaver in her voice.
"How do you want to handle this?" She asked.
Tim replied, "Just like we planned. Greg will probably be lawyered up, and I wouldn't be surprised if all of his crew used the same attorney. Just respectful, but insistent. I'll do the questioning—boss's orders."
"No problem here. I still think they're flight risks, though."
"Not likely. You saw how they hovered around Jill in the hospital. The family connections run deep here, even for transplants. No, they're not going anywhere, as long as she's laid up."
Grace blew a cloud of smoke into the center of the room, away from Tim's face. "I hope you're right. It would suck big time if they didn't show up today."
Tim replied, "Well, then we could get warrants right away for failure to appear, and then we'd have something to hold them on. Like I said before, I don't think this Turner guy is looking to escape from this. If he's as rich as you say he is, there's too much at stake for him to toss it off for the asshole. Even if he did hate the guy."
"Well, let's get ready for this. I didn't bring a uniform—figured it wouldn't be any use down here. But let me update my boss on what's going on. Just take a minute."
"Sure thing. I've got to do it too."
They each retreated—Tim to his laptop, Grace to her iPad.
Grace wrote:
Found the guy who was in the room when Davis was killed. Name is Greg Turner, superrich trader. Same guy who was in Seattle with the widow, Jessica Davis. I spoke to him while he was in town, but didn't think he was involved in the Reno death. The people in the car fleeing the scene were Jessica, the widow, Turner, Jill Davis, the daughter, and Paul Pendleton, a college kid from Seattle. Jill was in a bad car wreck after her interview; she's laid up in ICU, out of touch for a few days at least. Gave an interview just before the crash, said she wasn't in the room when the fatal shot was fired. Also said that Rick attacked Jessica. Turner and Pendleton backed them up. Turner wounded Davis twice, non threatening. Interviews with the other three are scheduled for this afternoon starting at 1 PM. Reno PD did a good job on the scene. No footprints, but good forensics work with slugs, trajectories and piecing together the sequence of shots. I'm actually getting along with their lead dick. They didn't know that Davis put Turner in jail. Turns out the charges were bogus. I'll report back once the interviews are done.
Dan Fuller, Chief of Detectives for the Seattle PD, answered her rambling post in one sentence: Good work, keep me posted.
Grace stared at her screen. Shit. That's what you get to do when you're Chief of Detectives? I want that fucking job; it looks like less work and more pay to me.
Tim wrote:
A curious case. I've met with the Seattle police, and they didn't know that Davis put Turner behind bars because of his court testimony. The rest of the story tracks pretty well. That BOLO we put out was for the daughter's car; she came in for an interview but was in a crash right afterward. She's laid up at Renown in the ICU, out of touch for at least a few days. Interviews scheduled with the other three witnesses today starting at 1. Probably will all come with lawyers—the main guy is a billionaire (with a big B), so he's probably got top end representation. More than likely lawyered up everybody involved. I'll get back to you after the interviews are done. I don't feel real comfortable charging this guy with anything if it's not man one, at least. But since he didn't fire the fatal shot, he's probably in the clear. What do you think?
