“My family? Yes, they are. They are the people who have stood by me, know me, and always have my back,” I tell him honestly.
“That’s great that you have that bond,” he says wistfully.
“What about you?” I ask him as I take another bite of my pizza.
“Like you, I joined the military, but I went into the Marines. I did four years, and when it was time to decide whether to reenlist or get out, I realized I wanted to do something different. So, I came home and joined the police force, working my way up from patrol to homicide. The department is my family, but there has been so much turnover that all the guys I came up with and respected have all left the force for one reason or another.”
“What about Nora?” I ask.
“Nora is a great partner, but we’ve only been partners for the last three years,” he tells me.
“Oh, well, what about siblings?” I ask.
“I have one sister, but she lives in Colorado with her husband and two kids. I hardly get a chance to see them, and she never comes home, not since our parents died in a car accident five years ago,” he says, taking a drink of his beer.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I always wanted a sibling, but that never happened,” I say softly. “Well, I guess we should look up Fischer and Fields,” I say, pushing my empty plate away, and grab my laptop bag, pulling out my laptop. I boot it up and have Shane log into his WIFI, so I can VPN into the FBI System.
I run a background check on Ms. Fischer first. She’s been married three times and is currently carrying $150,000 in debt.
“Oh, this is interesting,” I say, and Shane asks, “What?”
“Mrs. Gretchen Fischer used to be Mrs. Fields during her second marriage. She was married to Noah Fields for ten years. I wonder if that’s how she got the job at the hospital?” I say to myself, but of course, Shane hears me.
I look up Noah Fields and see the man is on his fifth marriage, paying alimony to three wives, but not Gretchen, as she is already remarried. He is currently $500,000 in debt. I look at his pay and see he is currently bringing home $150,000 a year.
“He and Gretchen could be in cahoots. She procures the drugs for him, and he sells them, otherwise, I don’t see how he could afford his house, car, and the alimony payments he has to make, plus all the living expenses. It looks like his credit cards are maxed out, and I would wager a guess that is all his current wife’s doing,” I tell Shane.
“But do you see them as the train killer?” he asks.
“No, but if they are selling the drugs, then they are potentially selling to our killer,” I say.
“Makes sense,” Shane says.
I check my phone and see a text from Heath.
It’s probably going to be another few hours, get some sleep and come get me in the morning when you wake up.
“Well, looks like Heath is going to stay all night. He asked me to come get him in the morning,” I tell Shane as I log off, close the laptop, and put it back in the case.
“Want to stay here?” Shane asks. “If you are not comfortable with that, I can take you back to the hotel,” he adds.
I grab the plate and make my way into the kitchen as I wrestle with my head and body on what to do. My head says leave, and my body says stay. I rinse my plate in the sink, and I’m so torn with what to do, that I don’t hear Shane come up behind me.
“Mya,” he whispers in my ear, spinning me around to face him. Before I can react to anything, he slams his lips on mine, and I get lost in the feeling of our tongues battling each other.
He pulls back from the kiss and says, “Stay, please.”
“Okay,” I whisper because I really want to.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me upstairs and lays me down on the bed, kissing my lips. I can feel how hard he is through our clothes as he rubs against me.
He pulls back from the kiss and stands up, unbuttoning his shirt, and I can only watch in anticipation. My mouth waters when he finally gets to the last button, and then he shrugs out of his shirt. I see he has a Celtic tattoo over his left peck, and an arm sleeve of some type of design, though I can’t be sure what it is, yet.
“Wow, clothes really do hide the good stuff, don’t they?” I whisper as I take in his six-pack abs.
He undoes the button on his pants, and I can feel myself getting wet. Once he unzips his pants and pulls them down, I can see he doesn’t wear underwear. His cock is standing straight up and hard. I can see the precum glistening off the tip, and my mouth waters to taste him.
“Soon, love. Right now, I want to see you naked,” he tells me as he pulls me up to stand and starts to unbutton my top.
I run my hands over his chest and tattoos, loving the feel of his light dusting of chest hair. I hear him take in a sharp breath, and I know it’s because my hands are exploring.
He gets my shirt unbuttoned and pulls it down my arms, but doesn’t take it off all the way, instead, he leans his head down and kisses the tops of my breasts that are not covered by my bra. He reaches behind and unclasps my bra, pulling the straps down to meet my shirt as he takes in my full breasts and flat stomach.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, love,” he whispers to me before latching on to my nipple and sucking, as his hand fondles and squeezes the other one.
I reach down and start stroking his cock.
I feel him reach between us and undo my pants before sliding them and my panties down my legs. He kisses my stomach as he lowers my pants until his face is at my pussy.
He grabs my shirt and bra, taking them completely off and lowering me onto the bed so he can get my pants and panties off.
I feel completely exposed, but the heat and desire shining in his eyes tell me I have nothing to worry about.
He opens my legs, kissing down my thigh, breathing over my pussy, before kissing the other thigh.
My body is shaking from need when he finally swipes his tongue through my folds and up to my clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking on it hard.
My back cows off the bed from the sensation, but his hand clamps me down while his tongue enters my pussy, and he begins to fuck me.
