Sam Frymire set his phone in the cradle and stood. He looked around the busy squad room, making sure no one was paying attention to him. He picked up his coat and started out the door.
"Frymire!", Captain Hockings yelled from across the room. Sam glanced back, seeing the Captain in the doorway to his office, and kept walking as if he didn't hear him. "I know you can hear me, Frymire, God dammit!" He looked around the squad room, many eyes on him. "Do you guys not hear me or something? Is this Captain shit just a fantasy?" He went back into his office and slammed the door.
Frymire walked out of the station and into the street, turning left. He checked his watch and kept walking. It was only noon. He wasn't supposed to meet them for another half hour. He looked back towards the precinct and since no one was following, flipped a cigarette from the box, slid it between his lips and lit it. When he got to the park, he leaned against the railing facing Market Street and waited.
A green BMW sedan pulled up to the curb and the passenger side electronic window opened slowly until Joey Venza's face appeared. "Get in the back," he yelled to Frymire.
Sam looked up and down the street, verifying that no one was watching him as he walked to the car and settled into the back seat. He barely got the car door closed before the car pulled out from the curb. A big guy behind the wheel eyed him in the rear-view mirror. Joey's muscle.
They drove in the direction of the farm house and thirty minutes later Muscle pulled off the road and slipped the car behind a small stand of trees. All three got out of the car and surveyed the area. Small groves of trees dotted the large yards. A few houses were spread around. This really was a good safe house, Sam thought. You'd be seen from several hundred yards away.
"It's about a half mile up the road still," Sam said.
Joey looked up. "We'll go in tonight. Until then, we'll wait here and make sure they don't go anywhere. Who's in there with her?"
"Two detectives, Reed and Sanders. They probably don't have much firepower. You should be able to grab her easily."
Joey smiled. "What do you mean 'you'... you're coming with us."
Frymire looked scared. "Wait a minute, Mr. Venza. This wasn't part of our deal..."
"Fuck our deal. You're gonna help us off that slut and the two cops. You wouldn't want Bruno here to get confused as to who's side you're on now would you." His finger stabbed the air toward Sam in anger.
Sam knew crossing Joey Venza was a bad idea. He looked at Muscles, who was well named. His jacket teased open exposing his tight t-shirt beneath, covering large, rippling muscles. Under his arm was a shoulder holster and Muscle's hand pulled out the Beretta, making sure a round was chambered and the clip was full. Sam put his hands in the air defensively. "Ok, Mr. Venza... I get it."
"That's more like it," Joey said, pulling a shotgun from the front seat. He pulled the action loudly, chambering a round. "We'll go in as soon as it gets dark. Frymire will lead the way," he smiled. "I want you to surprise the cops and take care of them first. I'm going to have fun with the bitch before I kill her."
Sam was sweating, even in the light cold of fall. Giving Joey Venza information or special treatment was normal for him... but not murder. And especially not killing cops.
*****
Vince and Jennifer were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, when Claire walked into the room. They were surprised that she was still wearing her night shirt. Vince could feel his cock hardening as she moved aimlessly around the room, the shirt showing a lot of leg. Her legs were damn near perfect, he thought, long, tan, smooth. Her feet were dainty with a small tattoo on the right ankle. And he could tell the way her nipples poked at it that she wasn't wearing a bra. While her breasts weren't very large, they were very perky from the looks of things.
"Rough night last night?" Jenn asked smiling, first at Vince, knowing that he was checking the girl out, then at Claire. Jenn knew she and Vince had an active night. When Vince came back from checking out the downstairs, he proceeded to make good on his promise to lick her pussy. When he walked in the door, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, her fingers circling her clit in anticipation. He smiled at her then grabbed her and flipped her over, making her stand beside the bed, her chest laying on it. Without even a small hesitation, he fell to his knees behind her, snaking his arms between her legs and grabbing her hips, forcing her legs far apart with his wide shoulders and strong arms. His tongue slid inside her so fast her head was spinning. She had an orgasm almost as soon as his tongue touched her clit, but without letting up, he brought her to four more over the next hour. Their late night translated into a late morning.
Claire turned away from the sink, her right hand going to her head, looking confused, as her left hand set on the countertop for balance. "Yeah... I think... I..."
"You ok?" Vince asked protectively, standing up. His chair made a loud scraping noise on the floor, breaking the quiet of the late morning.
"Yeah..." she whispered. "I think so." She shook her head a little as if trying to clear it of cobwebs. Vince suddenly noticed her eyes, how blue they were this morning. He wondered why he hadn't noticed that last night.
"I think she's in shock," Jenn said. "You need to lay down." Jenn rose and took Claire's arm, leading her out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to her bedroom.
"I'll go out and check the grounds again," Vince yelled, grabbing his jacket and slipping out the back door. He pulled his Glock from his shoulder holster and verified it was ready. The air was brisk and his breath formed clouds as soon as it left his nose and mouth. He started walking out into the yard, heading towards the tree line two hundred yards away. His eyes scanned several of the clumps of trees scattered about the yards, but didn't see anything.
