Deep Game

The Port Street Bathhouse was in Chinatown...A Very Tony Bathhouse that had a tearoom right below it....You could take a hot shower or a long bath or chill in the jacuzzi and then walk downstairs and have the hot tea or herbal tea of your choice...

A young white male was found nude hanging from a leather belt in shower...The water still running..

Detective Sirena Pile told a uniformed policeman to bag and tag the pair of black speedos found outside of the shower...

Her partner...Detective Tony Hopkins held in his hand... A wallet....

" I found it in his locker...the only one found in the place that wasn't locked.  His name is Wallace Brantley...He's from San-Francisco...according to his drivers license." he said.

Dr. Hazel Hunter took his finger and placed it on the same electronic device that Tyriq had at the other crime scene...She pulled out her IPAD Mini...and showed it to Sirena..

"He had half a dozen arrests in San-Francisco for pandering..four or five for drug possession  also..He moved out here in January of last year...Had two arrests for pandering...two for drug possession, didn't do any time for either...Then he got a job  as a Oracle Developer for an IT firm in Manyunk and no trouble after then" said Sirena...

"It fits the pattern of Carlotta's victim."said Detective Angela Belton as she came in with the rest of us...

"Lotta caught a murder in a bathhouse too?"joked Sirena..

''Sure did..and he's gay too." she said smiling at her friend..

"Let me bring you up to speed Sirena...This fits the pattern of three murders we had in the summer of 2010 that were never solved...The killer wrote us letters and taunted us..We never caught him, have no idea what he or she looks like..We think the same killer is back and he or she killed Top's guy in the other bathhouse and now your guy.." said Duke..

"From the looks on this guys neck..This was a man and he was strangled from behind.."said Hop.

Tyriq and Jimmy surveyed the space...

"He kept the water running ,so I gather there is not much if any forensic evidence..No DNA, No prints."said Tyriq...

Jimmy looked down at the floor...He found a watch...

"A rolex....It's wet..It stopped at about half past eleven...This might be something Hazel.." he said handing it to her.

"Maybe our killer got careless..Maybe there was a struggle and this came off."said Hazel..

"Let's hope so..I want to get this guy this time."said Sissy.

''We keep that out of the paper... But By now...Our killer knows that we must have this in our possession." I said.

 "Who is the Primary?" asked Hazel

"I am."said Sirena..."Go ahead..release the body..." she said.

We watched as yet another body was loaded into the M.E.'s wagon and carted off.

II-

The Gay community in Philadelphia went into panic mode...The Mayor's office was flooded with angry protests and demands that something be done...Despite the fact we had said nothing..The newspapers had somehow compared our two murders to three murders that occurred five summers before...

We figured that the killer was feeding them this information to ratchet up the search for him..

"This killer is playing a deep game with us Keith..Whoever it is is feeding the media information and they are killing and tipping us off..Almost like they want us to intensify our search..."said Sissy.

"And to get some kind of thrill,some kind of win at baffling us and confounding us..."I said.

"Look for an ex-cop or a washout...Those are usually the types that make a game out of killing and frustrating law enforcement." said Sharon...Whose FBI agents were assisting Duke, Rico and Jimmy.

Duke took Tyriq and Jimmy through the massive file he and Angie had composed on the Summer killings of five years ago...The three detectives interviewed over 200 people from the first three cases...with help from FBI agents, Special Victims Unit detectives and plain clothes cops, Vice Detectives and plain clothes cops...

Carlotta,Sirena and Angie interviewed everybody the two men knew during their time in Philadelphia..Boyfriends..men they picked up, associates...with the help of FBI, Special Victims Unit and Vice..Neither man knew the other and neither man had associates in common or with the other three victims...All but one had San-Francisco in common..Something they were going to look into later.

They were working the case hard..

Hop and Sissy found a job placement agency for gay men that had both of our victims in common..Both had used this agency to get their jobs...The three of us visited the location..I felt funny not being with my wife when she conducted an investigation..Her not being with me was making me surprisingly horny...I tried to stop thinking about her.

"Yes..I knew Damien Boudreax and Wallace Brantley...I placed them both in the jobs they presently have.." said the man who introduced himself as Shylock Priestley...He was Black....thin build, about five foot seven and very effeminate...He wore a pink sweater, white shirt and matching pink bow tie and black skinny jeans..

"Did you know that both had  trouble with the law?" asked Hop...

"Well uh ..yeahhhhhhhhhh..Most guys that come here..are runaways...or recovering drug addicts or former prostitutes..." said Shylock Priestley...

"Did they have a sponser?  They were both from out of town?" I asked..

He looked me up and down...Kind of like the way I'd check out a woman and smiled..

"Yes they did..a guy named Bobby...Bobby J.  He said he was from out of San-Francisco...He sent a cashier's check on behalf of both..Paid for their airline tickets too and he paid for their storage.. " he said.

"They have storage lockers? Here?" I asked..

He blushed...

"Yes...I can give you the address of both...I uh dated Damien for a good three months...Then he got all secretive on me and suddenly broke it off....after he damn near broke it off in me....okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."he said fanning himself...

Sissy giggled..

Hop and I were kind of grossed out!

He looked at Sissy...

"Girl your hair is fierce...Who is your hairdresser?" he asked..

"A woman named Bernadette...She's in the hood...I can't afford your hairstylers prices."laughed Sissy...

"I'll give you a discount honey..."he said and giggled..

Sissy was something else... Adored by men both straight and gay...I mused.

He gave us the address of the storage lockers...and the apartments of both men...Even though we had them...

"You ever meet this uh Bobby J."? asked Hop..

"No, just a voice over the phone...A very deep masculine man's voice like I like..Ouuuuuuuuuuu...Just thinking about his voice gets me hot!" he said.

Sissy giggled.

"Thank you for your help Mr. Priestley."

"Call me Shy.." he said...Then he looked at me..

"ADA Wallace...Are you married?" he asked..

"As a matter of fact I am..She's a very beautiful detective."I said.

"Ummmm...Ummmmph, She's a very lucky detective..I know you fill her up and turn her out...Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu..Lawdddd!" he said looking at my crotch....

Sissy busted out laughing and slapped her thigh...

"Come on let's get out of here...Thank You again Mr. Priestley..." I said.

"No..Thank you for being so fine..." he said...

Sissy looked at me as we walked to the car...

"I think he had a little crush on you Keith...Wait til I tell Chica...." she said trying hard to contain her laughter.

III-

My wife, Detective Carlotta Rodriguez-Wallace and Detectives Angela Barlow, Sirena Pile  and half a dozen uniformed policemen went inside the apartment building belonging to
Damien Boudreax and took it apart,piece by piece...Hazel was with them with CSI personell a,looking for fingerprints, DNA ,anything...

They questioned everybody in the apartment building about him ,his friends, his job and anything else that might be pertinent..

In Another part of town...

Detective Tyriq Pile and Detectives Edwin "Duke" Baylor, Tony Hopkins, James Barlow and FBI Special  Agent Sharon Hopkins were doing the same thing to Wallace Brantley's apartment...aided by part of Hazel's CSI staff,FBI Forensic experts and Special agents and a dozen uniformed officers..

 

Like the girls,They questioned everybody in the apartment building about him ,his friends, his job and anything else that might be pertinent..

Sissy had been on the phone with both men's next of kin in San-Francisco...They all talked about a mysterious Bobby J. ne Big  Bob Johnson who both men talked about,but who none of them had ever seen..

She checked and cross checked several Robert Johnsons with criminal records from the Bay Area and from the Philadelphia area....none of them was a match...

We were all certain that "Robert Johnson" was a phony name..an alias.. In the previous three murders, a man calling him self "Big Richard Brown" ne "Big Dick Brown" had been calling them and taunting them...

 Sissy,Duke,Sharon,Hazel and Sirena had compared the handwriting on all five letters...It was the same.. Robert Johnson, Bobby J. Big Richard Brown and Big Dick Brown were all phony names and all one in the same person..

IV-

 At the end of the day...We all gathered in the conference room...Our great investigation into two fresh homicides had turned up nothing...

Everybody looked down and out...My wife Carlotta, the primary on the first murder,punched the palm of her hand the way Duke and Tyriq ,her mentors often did when they were frustrated..

"I can't believe it...We have nothing...Not one damn clue...as to who we are looking for.Nothing."said Carlotta...

"This is a damn who done it...Two straight who done it's...Unacceptable." said Tyriq...

"It's like we are chasing a damn ghost." said Jimmy...

"All we know is all five of them knew somebody from that area with ties to here...Let's track all of their phone calls..back and forth and see what we find." said Sirena..

"The three from five years ago won't lead us to anywhere...Duke and Angie did that..It led to burner phones..Untraceable numbers...What makes you think this will be any different...?"asked Hop..

"You got a point Hop, but you never know...Maybe this guy got sloppy, but I doubt it..."said Duke..

Sharon looked at them all...

"This case is already starting to eat away at you,obsess you all with cracking it...That's just what the killer wants...Whoever it is..They are getting off on frustrating you guys...This is a real deep game this killer is playing...But I don't know what it is he or she wants in the end." she said.

 Angie sat down..She said nothing... A uniformed officer brought her an orange soda...

"Detective Belton..Here..Your favorite..."he said smiling...

"Thank you..How did you know?" she asked..

"I work with you upstairs in Internal Affairs...I watch things...I've noticed that the other detective up there always brings you an Orange Soda..." he said smiling..

"Oh yeah..I know you, Officer Little." she said.

"Yeah,Johnny Little...I was in the Academy with your husband Jimmy and Carlotta...They know me.."he said.

"You're very observant...You'd make a great detective.." she said.

"You think so?" he said smiling..

"Oh yeah...That's how Detectives Pile, Baylor and I became detectives...We were very sharp when we were patrolmen....Lt.Sissy Van Buren...She was just a detective then saw potential in us and she made us study for the detectives exam....We all took it,passed it and the rest is history." she said.

"Wow!  You guys go back a ways..huh?" he said.

"Yes...And Detectives Pile and Baylor mentored and nurtured Jimmy,Carlotta,Sirena and Hop when they became Detectives.."she said smiling..

"Wow..No wonder you guys are so tight huh?" he said.

"We are like family.." she said and sipped her soda..

"Jimmy's a lucky guy...To have a great wife like you." he said.

''Why thank you Officer Little."she said.

"Johnny, call me Johnny." he said and smiled and left the office.

"Hey guys..you all have been working a straight 48 hours...Go home..Get some rest...Then let's regroup and start over..."said Sissy..

We all broke for the day and headed out...

As we got to my SUV...Carlotta turned and looked at me..

"Boss Lady told me that someone found you very,very attractive today...Should I be concerned?/" she said cracking up laughing...

"No,Not at all...He wouldn't have been my type even if I was gay..." I said...

Carlotta cracked up laughing...

"He was right you know...I am...A very,very lucky lady...And you are very,very attractive"she said and gave me a french kiss that put me in orbit...She unzippered my trousers and put both of her hands inside them...I was already as hard as a tree trunk..she looked at me and smiled...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuu..and very,veryyy aroused...."she said looking at me with seeming amazement and smiling...

I looked around...

All of the others had gone...We were alone in the parking garage...

I pulled Carlotta toward me and kissed her passionately long and hard....She returned my passion,kissing me like it was going out of style...

I ran my hands up her dress and slipped her panties down, We both looked around....She turned and leaned up against the SUV...

"You are sooo fresh papi." she said and kissed me passionately ,like it was going out of style...

I slowly entered into her moist and warm center...from the back....

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy.." she moaned..

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddd Carlotta..."I moaned...as I began to slowly move inside of her and outside of her...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm papi...ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm you feel soooo good." she moaned as I continued...thrusting inside of her...

"OHHHH MY godddddddddddddd..ohhhhhhhhh.." I moaned...

A cool wind blew as I held her dress up with one hand and pounded inside of her...as she used her two hands to steady herself against the SUV...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,Ayyye Mios dios....Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."she moaned..

The SUV rocked back and forth...I was going crazy.....

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I was moaning.....

I couldn't believe Carlotta was letting me do this outside in the open..She had always been so prissy and proper when we first met...She had practically initiated this encounter...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..ayyyee papi...Ayyeeeeeeeeeee Mios dios....Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.."she moaned as we continued at it for close to two hours...It was hard to believe that nobody was in the parking lot...

Finally Carlotta began to shake and moan and sweat and tears began to stream down her face...

Sweat was running down my face too and I found myself exploding like a gusher...

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled out stiffening up...Breathing heavy and collapsing on top of her..I kissed her cheek...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu papi...I am cumming...ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.." she cooed..

I pulled out and fixed my clothes...She did the same....She turned and kissed me again..We stood there for a long time just kissing...I couldn't believe it!!

"I am a very, very lucky woman..Aye Mios Dios...." she said, smiling sweetly...

"I'm the luckiest man alive ." I said.

"Ouuuuu papi.." she said and gave me one more kiss..

We didn't know it at that time...but someone's luck was running out right about now...as we would soon find out!

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