Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (17 page)

“Or she...”

“Or she, Joe.” Alice said with a little smile. “Anyway, Burrows reckons that if it was a thief, he... or she would have used those cards as soon as they could. But none of them was used, making the police think it was a murder just made to look like burglary gone wrong.”

“So the police think that Andrew had his mother killed so he could marry his girl and then a few months later he had his brother killed so he could inherit the house, the business and the fortune? That doesn’t sound like a loving son.”

“Not by any means. The elder brother’s murder was also made to look like a mugging; he had his throat cut in the car park of his golf club. They took his watch and rings off his fingers, and emptied his wallet for his credit cards but never used them. The police think it was a planned killing. The club car park only had ten cars there. And the brother often left just before 10pm. The police think the killer knew that, hid there and waited. It was not a place a mugger or thief would hang about hoping for a robbery.”

“One in the family having their throat cut is one thing, but two in the family having their throats cut is too much of a coincidence, no wonder the police think it’s Andrew, he seems to have some motive.”

“And Burrows said the police thought Andrew was acting guilty but he stuck to his story and his alibis. Since the police didn’t have enough to charge him with and never caught the murderers, the case went cold.”

“And now they think I can get into his head and find out what happened?”

“Yeah, Burrows thinks this will be another stepping stone for us to prove our worth to the FBI.”

“Okay, tell me when you’re meeting the brothers and I’ll try to get a bit of privacy so I can join you and Burrows.”

“More business meetings? You must be a very busy man”

Alice felt awful as soon as she said it. It had been an unconscious attempt to pry into his identity, the very thing he was trying to keep a secret from everyone. “Sorry, I’m not trying to catch you out or anything,” she said.

“It’s alright; it must be hard for you to understand. Especially while getting used to the whole telepathy thing.”

“It does take some getting used to. Yesterday I was in California and you popped into my mind; today I’m in West Virginia, hundreds of miles away and yet you found me. I can’t figure out how you do it?”

“It’s still a mystery to me but it’s part of my gift that we can communicate telepathically where ever you are. Really, all I’ve got to do is close my eyes and think of you, call your name and in seconds I’m in your head. Anyway I’ll let you get an early night; I’ve got some unfinished business to see to before I get any sleep.”

“I’m not going to ask you what that is but I’ve got a good idea: you’ll be off into some fairy tale book, helping some damsel in distress.”

“Something like that, I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you then.”

Alice thought back to one occasion when Joe had taken her to have dinner with Snow White and the seven dwarves in one of her sexual fantasies. The cartoon characters in the book had come alive and Snow White was as tall as she was but the dwarves only came up to her chest and she ended up have sex with Doc and Dopey.

How weird
.

The next night, Joe had tried to get her to sleep with three monks in a Robin Hood story book. That’s when she had resisted him. She had said to him, “Get out of my dreams!” and he had, but somehow they had become telepathic.

Now here she was, helping the Magic Man communicate with the Feds.

How strangely things work,
out she thought.

*

Jean once again waited for Steve to start snoring before she settled down and gave in to sleep. In no time, she could hear the old English accent of Sergeant Brown, muffled at first, but as it became clearer she smiled; she was back in old England.

“Sergeant Morris! What are you doing back here?” Sergeant Brown snapped at his friend in a harsh whisper.

“What you mean back here? I work here and I’m checking the camp before I turn in.” Sergeant Morris was walking on the dirt road on the outskirt of the patch of field beside their tent.

Jean was helping Steve-e-Joe hang up the tent divider when they overheard the two friends arguing. Steve-e-Joe put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet and listen.

“You’re not! You’re bloody checking up on me and my niece,” Johnny said, in the same harsh whisper as he took a few steps to be on the road facing Sergeant Morris, “not the bloody camp!”

“Why on God’s earth would I be checking up on you and your niece? Nothing funny going on in that tent is there?”

“You watch your tongue or I’ll knock two more teeth out for you.”

“You don’t fool me, Johnny Brown,” Morris said, wagging his finger. ”You’re no more her uncle than I is.”

“Keep your voice down! Or so help me God, I’ll brain you.” Johnny shook his fist at him.

“Why, don’t you want the young lads in the next tent to know she’s not your niece?” He gave Johnny a questioning grin.

“Why don’t you bugger off while you can still walk?”

“You are hiding something, Johnny... If you’re willing to fight me to keep me quiet.”

“If you don’t clear off…”

“Haha! You must be having your way with the lass,” he said, nodding and flashing a knowing smile, “or you wouldn’t be so jumpy.”

“Keep your voice down Morris or I’ll throttle you. I swear it.”

“You lucky bugger!” Morris exclaimed.

“Uncle Johnny” wasn’t denying the accusation and Morris felt that was the same as admitting to fondling her and even more. With arms folded across his chest, he asked in a low tone, “How did you work it to get a young married couple to share your bed, you lucky scheming old bastard?”

“That’s it, put your fists up!”

Johnny took a swing and missed by a whole mile.

Morris stepped back, smiling. “Oh yeah? I didn’t even plan to spoil your fun, Johnny. All I wanted to know is how you got the girl to agree to it.”

Johnny advanced in a fighting stance and Morris, seeing he was determined said, “Oh? Okay,” and raised his fists to contest properly.

He took a swing at Johnny and he also missed by a mile. “And how the bloody hell did you get the lad to agree?”

Morris ducked another punch, saying, “I’m a wee bit jealous so all I want to know is how you managed it.”

They were both moving in a circle now, sizing each other up.

“Keep that trap shut!” Johnny said, as he tried a jab and missed.

“Did you play games with them last night?” Morris asked, adamantly.

Both of them kept moving in a circle jabbing at thin air while Jean and Steve-e-Joe watched with their jaws agape.

Morris asked, “Did you say, oh, let’s see who can make the biggest tent pole, and then ask Jean to feel whose tent pole is the best?”

“Right, that’s it!” Johnny growled. He spat into the palms of his hands, rubbed them together, and then formed his fists again. He took a neat step forward, swung two haymakers at Morris, catching him and causing him to fall over in the grass.

Johnny stood over Morris and glowered. He said angrily, “Call yourself my friend and then you go and slag my niece off.” He kicked his legs. “Get up Morris, I’m going to teach you a serious lesson in manners.”

“Oh shut up you old fool,” Morris retorted, holding up his hand to be pulled up. “I won’t tell a soul if you let me back in the tent; there’s room for four of us.”

“Piss off!” Johnny said, pulling him up and pointing to the centre of the camp. “Go check the camp, and not a word about my niece and your dirty thoughts.”

Morris came closer. “I won’t tell anyone that Jean isn’t your niece. I don’t want to spoil a good thing for you; I just want to be part of it. I know you’re a cunning bugger and you convinced the lad to let you shag his wife. I bet the three of you were at it all night.” He took a few steps back before he whispered. “It’s not the first time we’ve shared a woman Johnny, so come on, let me back in the tent.”

Steve-e-Joe caught Jean’s hand and they walked out of the tent after hearing it all. The ruckus was getting too loud and they didn’t want any attention coming the way of their tent.

“Gentlemen,” Steve-e-Joe called. “What’s all the fuss about? And did I hear my wife’s name being mentioned?”

Both men paused for a second, then Morris spoke. “Oh it wasn’t your lovely wife we were talking about.” Sergeant Morris flashed his smile. “It was this other Jean that we knew years ago, wasn’t it Johnny?”

Old Sergeant started to shake his head, then nodded along with his friend. They both had sheepish grins on their faces and Steve-e-Joe shook his head and said, “We heard every word so there’s no need to deny anything. Sergeant Morris, you were talking about my wife and Sergeant Brown was defending his niece’s honor. I just hope the lads in the other tent didn’t hear you two squabbling.”

“If they did hear anything lad,” Old Sergeant said nervously, “then I’ll sort them out.”

“I’m real sorry you and Jean heard us, lad. I was just joking around with Johnny. Honest, I didn’t mean no harm.”

Steve-e-Joe seemed to study him for a spell before he answered. “And you Sergeant Morris,” he said, taking a step closer to them, and speaking in such a soft tone, that they had difficulty hearing, “you think my wife felt her uncle’s cock along with mine to see which one of us had the biggest pole?”

Sergeant Morris’ jaw dropped open and he bowed his head in shame. “Oh no, you wasn’t supposed to hear that. I was just pulling Johnny’s leg.”

Jean gave a little giggle and spoke without thinking. “And what other games do you know other than tent poles? I would have thought that would be a game you’d play with the young boy recruits.”

As Sergeant Morris stood there, embarrassed and lost for words, Jean realized these men were part of her next adventure: these two scruffy soldiers.

Steve-e-Joe put his arm around her. “I think what my wife wants to know is if you two know how to play the game, ‘the King’s messenger’?”

The two sergeants looked at each other a little confused, and then Sergeant Morris smiled and asked sheepishly, “Isn’t that the game the Lords and Ladies play at their drinking parties?”

Steve-e-Joe smiled back. “I believe it is sergeant. Have you played it?”

“Once. A long time ago… no, twice really, because the Lady asked us back again.”

“Us? How many of you were there?” Jean’s adrenaline was suddenly flowing in waves.

“Oh, there was only me and the captain,” Sergeant Morris said, and as he saw the puzzled look on her face he added, “and the Lord and his wife of, course.”

“I’d like to hear more about it,” Steve-e-Joe said and as he looked at Jean, he could see in her eyes that she wanted to know more too. “And I think my wife would like to hear how the Lords and Ladies play the game, wouldn’t you, my love?”

Jean nodded, eyes bright.

“Why don’t we talk this over in the tent, beyond the stare of prying eyes?” he added, as he led Jean to the tent.

Sergeant Morris was confounded. “Bloody hell Johnny, does he mean it?”

Old Sergeant cupped his hand around Morris’ ear and whispered to him, “Do whatever the lad says, they like to take their time at it. Just don’t go at her like some bloody old horny ram.”

It was just getting totally dark when they stepped into the tent and there was hardly enough room for them to file themselves in, with the cramped space and the thick blanket draped in the middle.

Steve-e-Joe asked nicely, “Jean love, why don’t you unroll our bed for us, while Sergeant Morris tells us how he came to play ‘the King’s messenger’. We’ll listen.” He guided Old Sergeant to his side of the tent and pointed to his bedroll; Sergeant Johnny Brown gave a knowing smiled and began to unroll his bed.

Steve-e-Joe turned back to Sergeant Morris. “So sergeant, tell us how you came to know about this game?”

“Oh I reckon it’s a daft game, but when you’re a Lord and drinking it could be fun to watch, I suppose, and even more fun if you’re playing.”

Morris strained his eyes in the dark to watch Jean on her knees as she made the bed. With a quick glance, he saw Sergeant Brown doing the same.

“What about the Ladies?” Jean asked. “Don’t they have fun watching?”

“I guess they do, but when I played there was only one Lady and she had to be the messenger.”

“Can’t men be the messengers?”

“I don’t think you’ll get many men volunteers for that job.”

“Oh.” Jean said, shrugging.

“Come here, Jean love.” Steve-e-Joe helped her up from her knees, kissed her and whispered, “Leave the sergeant to tell it in his own time.”

Steve-e-Joe started to unlace her blouse for her and turned her so that she was between him and Morris. Sergeant Brown sat on the bed patiently waiting to see how Steve-e-Joe wanted to play it out.

“Carry on, Morris – we can call you, Morris can’t we?” Steve-e-Joe asked.

“Aye, that you can, lad. While we’re in the tent I suppose we could be good friends...” – he watched Jean’s breasts jiggle as she was undressed – “…we
will
be good friends, so yeah. But it won’t be too good to call me that in front of the men.”

He watched Steve-e-Joe help Jean pull her blouse over her head; it was a difficult task in the low tent and he wanted to help but thought better of it and continued his story. “My old captain asked me straight out of the blue one day if I fancied shagging her Ladyship. After making sure I wasn’t about to be executed for treason, I said yes. I asked if the Lord wasn’t up to it, but no, it was his Lordship who had asked the captain to find him a good shag that could keep his mouth shut.”

Jean had struggled out of her blouse and in the tightness of the tent, she was so close, Morris could almost feel her breath on his face. In the dark, he could just make out her nipples as they pointed at him. He almost made a move to grab them but Johnny had told him to play along with the young couple, so he carried on with the story.

“So, I went along with him to his Lordship’s house and I don’t think even the captain himself knew what to expect. His Lordship took us into his best room and his wife fetched us some wine. The four of us had a little drink talking about local things and then out of the blue he told his wife to go upstairs and we’d be up as soon as we finished our drinks. Right in front of us, he gave her backside a gentle slap. She gave him a big kiss, smiled at us and ran up the stairs giggling.”