A Siren's Song (Ride of the Darkyrie 2) (14 page)

             
Briefly, I wondered what it would be like to have them both. Fiery need exploded like a bomb. The dichotomy of Jason’s beauty with the Cross’s pain, it was delicious imagery. Especially thinking of them together for my pleasure, the Cross spilling his suffering inside us both…

             
I shivered. I’d gone from no sex drive at all to fantasizing about threesomes. Maybe because that was a trespass for them? I knew neither of them were interested in fucking the other, but I could do anything I liked to them in my head and they had no choice in the matter.

             
Damn, but I had to get my brain out of my snatch and into the game. I could think about defiling them both in any way I chose later, after I’d taken care of Anderson’s apartment.

             
I pulled up in front of Anderson’s building. It wasn’t the nicest digs, they didn’t even have a building manager on site. I’d have to pick the lock. But I didn’t have to worry about a warrant because a no call no show for duty was considered probable cause.

             
To my surprise, I found the door open.

             
A woman sat on the couch. “Tommy?” she asked hopefully, but seeing me her face fell. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. She’d been crying.

             
“Detective Brynn Hill.” I flashed my badge. “Tommy didn’t show up for shift today. Have you seen him?”

             
“He told me to wait here for him yesterday morning. He said he has something important to tell me. I waited. I mean, I know it’s stupid to wait so long, but I thought he got tangled up at work with a case. That happens to him all the time. We’d make a date and then he doesn’t call, or show up, but he always makes it up to me. And I…” She was babbling. 

             
If she was here, that meant Sickert hadn’t gotten inside to plant anything. That was good, but it also meant I now had to deal with the girlfriend. I didn’t even know he’d had one. I was sure he wouldn’t be able to sustain a relationship because of his yet-to-be indulged proclivities.

             
While I was good at understanding antisocial behavior, it was the socialization I had trouble with. I sucked at being the comforting presence. I sent them to Grimes for that shit.

             
“So that was the last time you saw him? What can you tell me about his mood?”

             
“He was happy. He said he had to go pick something up and then he’d be back. But he’d told me about this case he was working. Bodies or something at the Capri.”

             
He wasn’t working that case. He was there for backup. Spotlight grabbing asshole. “Did he think he’d found a lead?”

             
“He was going to meet with some guy that another detective in his precinct was dating. He said this guy had evidence that his girlfriend was the killer.”

             
“This is very important. Do you remember his contact’s name?”

             
“Do you think he killed Tommy?”

             
“Why would you ask that?”

             
“Because the detective was you. Tommy was sure that you weren’t the killer and he was going to get this guy for trying to set you up.”

             
Well, at least he believed in the Blue Wall. Even though it hadn’t saved him.
I
hadn’t saved him.

             
“He didn’t tell me. I could’ve helped him.” I sighed. “Did he say anything else?”

             
“No. Just to wait for him. So I’m waiting.”

             
She was going to be waiting for a very long time. Tommy Anderson was never coming home. “What’s your name, honey?”

             
“Alexis Brindle.”

             
“Here’s what I want you to do, Alexis. I want you to go down to the station where Tommy worked. You know the one?” She nodded. “Ask for Captain Stratovich. Tell him I sent you.”

             
“Can you come with me?” she asked, her cornflower blue eyes wide.

             
“No, I’m working that case Tommy was talking about. The Captain will take care of you. You’ll be fine.”

             
“But you won’t. I’m tired of waiting for the Cross to kill you.” She launched herself off the couch with preternatural force, her fingers erupted into long talons and she went straight for my eyes.

~The story continues in Ride of the Darkyrie Part Three: The Hunter, coming in November 2012.~