Beads of My Heart
Keywords: Beads, of, My, Heart,
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A drug would have more consistent results. The inconsistencies exist because of internal desires. I think Angela had sex on the brain and a mere suggestion had her all excited. Tracy, on the other hand, was more reserved and in control of her mental and emotional state. The guy really had to work this time. Can she ID the guy, and is there any physical evidence?"
"No ID. Some hair and fibers, those are being sorted out now. They recovered quite a bit of semen, mainly because Tracy went straight home and told her mom. It'll take a week or two for forensics to have something for us to go on. Until then it's a waiting game," Schroeder reported. He had become very involved, acting more like a detective than a patrol officer.
"Yeah, after hearing about the whipping Angela got, I'm not surprised she went running to mommy at full speed. I think the twins are the real target, for whatever reason. Angela was just a warning. And he's waiting until they're eighteen. You can't rape the willing, and at that age consensual sex is legal. Do you know if Angela and the twins have the same biological father?"
"Becky's husband is Angela's father. The twins are the product of an affair, but that has to remain confidential."
Davidson nodded his head. It made perfect sense now; Schroeder's play for his help, looking into things and prodding when necessary to keep up interest. "Do the girls know you're their father, Schroeder?"
The officer glanced down at his feet. He finally acknowledged the fact. "No, as far as they're concerned Becky's husband is. Becky demanded it be that way. Once she got pregnant we cut things off."
"Yeah, Becky gets what Becky wants," Davidson retorted. "Does anybody outside of our tight little circle know? It could be anybody who has a beef with you or her. That makes for an awfully long list."
"Nobody; I'm sure whoever is doing this is looking to hurt Becky and the family. She's the angle we have to work." Before being asked, Schroeder produced a list of names of potential suspects and a brief explanation as to possible motives. Becky's social position made for a longer list than Davidson would have expected.
"What's being done about Lisa in the meantime?" Davidson asked, knowing that Schroeder had other contacts that could help.
"Becky is limiting Lisa's movements. It appears he's not restricting his assaults to the subway, so anyplace is a potential risk. I asked the guys to keep a closer eye on the house, and on areas the girls are known to frequent. I'm not sure what else to do."
Davidson knew everything that could be done was being done. "Sounds like you got the bases covered. I'm going to close up shop here, but I'll go over your list tomorrow and see if I can cross-reference our potential suspects with known felons."
The men shook hands and parted company. On the way home Davidson walked down Fifth Avenue and stopped in at an upscale antique art and jewelry store. Several minutes elapsed before he spotted Enrique. The owner smiled and approached from behind the counter.
"Maybe have lead. Found in book. Picture close. Me keep ring two, maybe three more days. You come back then. Please, must trust Enrique." Enrique spoke the language, but not as smoothly as most.
Davidson still held out hope Enrique could tell him something about the origin and value of the ring. It was the only exciting thing he'd found on a diving trip, and technically it never should have left Greece. But he felt that it was his, and took it home anyway. This was the second time Enrique asked to research it.
*Part Three*
The next morning was busy. When he arrived at his office he relaxed at his desk with a hot cup of coffee and picked up the list Schroeder had provide the previous evening. Just as he was about to start his review, the phone rang. He placed the list down and answered.
"Davidson."
"Get with the DA about the Lancaster case. Your report left a few holes that need to be filled before the prosecutor can proceed. And do it now."
"You got it, Chief."
Davidson hated working with the DA's office. He gulped his coffee down, refusing to be denied that first cup. He left the list on his desk and pulled the Lancaster file from a desk drawer. This one simply wouldn't go away.
It was lunchtime before the DA was satisfied, so Davidson walked across the street to a Deli for a sandwich. He sat down at the counter along with several dozen other cops. His stomach was upset and it made the sandwich taste bitter, but he knew he had to eat. He belched a few times and nibbled on the food, drinking water to help it slide down. The solid food began to soothe his stomach, easing his consumption of the remaining half.
He intended to return to his office and look at that list again, but interruptions continued to delay him. A fellow detective tipped him off that a lead finally came in on the Trebino murder. The case was getting cold, but this might warm it up again. Davidson was torn between Lisa and Trebino. Trebino was dead already, but it was an open case. Lisa was a favor, and it never was official. He knew what he wanted to do, but his sense of duty compelled him to follow up on the lead.
It was already after quitting time when Davidson got back to his office. It was late, he was tired, and by all rights he should have gone home. He hadn't been resting much and it was catching up to him. But he was committed to at least helping Lisa from having to endure what her sisters did, so he switched on the desk lamp and began reviewing the list.
One name jumped off the paper at him. Enrique Gonzalez. By Becky's account, when her mother passed on, she sold him some jewelry that Enrique himself appraised at thirty-five thousand dollars. There was a disagreement and Becky withdrew from the deal, but not before collecting six thousand dollars from him. Becky refused to repay the money, and Enrique promised he would take something of greater value from the family. The motive was there, assuming Becky's version was accurate. But how could he...
Davidson's thinking was interrupted by a phone call. "Davidson."
"Oh good, you're there," Schroeder said. "Becky and Lisa had a knock-down, drag-out tonight. Lisa is eighteen and a high school graduate and will soon be headed to college, and she decided she was tired of everything she did being controlled by her mom. Let's just say there were ugly accusations made and even some slaps were traded. Lisa's gone."
"Where are we meeting?"
"How about Little Nicky's in twenty minutes," Schroeder suggested.
"I'll be there."
Davidson suspected that sleep would be a long time in coming. The city was big, and there was no way Lisa was going to go someplace where her mom expected. That would make finding her too easy. And being in the rebellious mood she would make for easy pickings. Eighteen and finally legal; she'd be at a nightclub, the type of place she'd never been allowed to go to before. And there were dozens, maybe even hundreds of them scattered around the city.
As Davidson and Schroeder prepared to meet, Lisa was entering a lively little joint that played eighties disco music. Enrique had followed her there, welcoming an opportunity to finish his retribution. For him, it had been nothing but a pleasure. Upscale women dressed beautifully. Lisa wore a skimpy black dress that matched her jet-black hair and showed off her creamy, slender thighs. It hugged her tight rounded ass. Enrique stared at it from a distance, and it made his mouth water and stirred his already hardening prick. Her plunging neckline revealed sexy cleavage. Her perky breasts were small but a push-up bra assisted greatly. Her beautiful face looked angry, and that made Lisa appear sexier than ever.
He waited and watched as she ordered and downed several drinks. After her initial anger had passed, she order another drink and retreated to a small round table in a dark corner. The guys noticed her but she was in a foul mood and shot them down with just a look. They lost interest in her very quickly.
Enrique finally made his move, sitting down on a chair beside her. She turned to tell him to fuck off, that she wasn't interested in an average-looking middle-aged foreigner. But when she looked at him he smiled, and Lisa smiled back. She felt incredible warmth and tingling in her body, and she blushed in embarrassment at how she reacted. Her slender thighs were crossed right over left, and he placed his warm hand against the skin of her right leg. As classic disco filled her ears, she felt his palm and fingers caressing her thigh. Her belly got real warm and she shuddered, liking the way he was touching her. She liked it even better knowing how mad it would make her mom, and that made her grin in giddy delight.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable and uncrossed and spread her legs apart. There, that was better. Lisa downed her drink and felt a wonderful lightheadedness, like she got when she sneaked too much wine or champagne at her mom's parties. She leaned back and relaxed as Enrique's fingers lightly danced over her skin, slowly inching up to the bottom edge of her skirt. When he reached it Lisa nonchalantly reached down and inched it up higher still. She looked over at him with a naughty grin on her face, so eager to do the things her mom would have hated. Lisa knew she'd get a whipping for it, but it was going to be so worth it.
She looked over and smiled at him with that beautiful face and adorable green eyes. His hand slid up higher still, reaching beneath the skirt and pressing against her crotch. Enrique watched as her eyes fluttered and closed, softly moaning in pleasure as his fingers rubbed against her pussy lips through the thin, moist panties. Her body quivered as he fingered the supple flesh, and her hips pushed forward, eager to feel pressure against her crotch.
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Keywords: Beads, of, My, Heart,