Unfriendly Skies

Detective Kylie White had been working this case hard...She followed the lawyer...Chris Ventura's lawyer...She and a surveillience team snapped photos of the Attorney and everybody he talked to...

Monica and I got facial recognition of all of them and checked all of them out. We checked their financials, Credit cards, Debit Cards, Bank accounts...None of them had a criminal record....But then the three of us came upon one man...A man this attorney only met once a week....and at a very tony
restaurant...

A man known as Augustus Oman, a financier , who at one time was in the Special Forces...A bomb and computer expert...Once out of the military....He went to college and got an MBA.....Over the years he became a top financier and analyst....and a compadre  and associate of Chris Ventura...

We even got a photo of him....

Kylie posed as a waitress and even managed to record him talking.....

Through voice analysis and what Monica remembered...We identified him!

"That's him!!! That's the guy who has been talking to me on the phone..." she said..

We now knew who we were dealing with and who was responsible...

"BRING HIS ASS IN!!!" said Lt. Cotton..

 "With pleasure Lou."said Monica, cocking her glock..

 "I hope he resists arrest!" I said as I cocked my glock!

 "Let's get it boys." said Kylie White..

With 21 SWAT team members...we raided all three of his known addresses....

WE FOUND NOTHING!!!  He had cleared out of all of those places and left nothing...No fingerprints, no DNA , no documents...!!!!!

II-

Monica got another phone call from a "protected number"

"MRS. NELLIS....YOU ARE REALLY STARTING TO BOTHER ME NOW!" came the voice..

"Well AUGUSTUS....That is your name isn't it? You're bothering me with ten murders....and now that we know who you are..We have a warrant for your arrest....Ten counts...First degree murder..Instead of worrying about springing Chris Ventura...You should worry about keeping yourself off death row..MISTER OMAN!!!" said Monica..

There was a quiet pause.....

"So..You know my name huh? I underestimated you and your husband...Make that eleven murders...wait for it! BOOOM!  I'll be in touch!" he said.

"I got it...I pin pointed it...Let's go!" I said..I had been tracing the call...With a remote tracking unit, synched to Monica's Smartphone...

 "I hope we catch him in time..."said Kylie..

 "I'm sure we got him this time.." I said..

"Let's hope.." said Monica...

With another 21 Swat team members...We raided a small apartment where the call came from...It was empty....The phone was lying on the floor...Like the other one...It was bleached down...no prints and no DNA...

And then just like that...We heard another roar...So loud...It literally shook the building...

We held our heads down....As promised , this man had struck again and was a step ahead of us as usual!

III-

A few blocks away.....We saw a sports car decimated and the driver in the front seat burned to a crisp!!

Monica was in tears...

"Oh Noooo, Oh My God!!" she said..

I held her in my arms...

"Pull it together partner...pull it together....We are gonna get him...We know who he is.."I said softly...

Kylie sat on the curb....She held her head down...She looked frustrated....

"How we gonna do that Nate? We have no physical evidence against him....He's got all of the cards...He's winning and he's making us look like fools.." she said in frustration...

She was right...I couldn't answer her question...

Lt.Cotton was on the scene immediately....

''What the hell happened?" he asked..

"He called me again...He stayed on the phone long enough for us to trace him...We got here and he
had his drone strike a few blocks from where we were.." said Monica...

"Do you know who this is?" asked Lt. Cotton..

"In the car?" I asked..

"YES, This is Jay Snyder, the Defense Attorney....You realize who his client was don't you?  Chris Ventura..He lost the case....Chris got the Death Penalty....And now he has got the death penalty..." said Lt. Cotton...

Monique arrived with her team from the M.E.'s office and some Firemen....

"Oh My God....He's burned worse than the five victims from a few days ago.." she said...

The carnage was terrible....And the Newspapers and Media was calling for an answer...An Answer we didn't have...

Lt. Cotton thought that it wouldn't be wise to release our suspect's name to the press....The only evidence we had against him was his voice on a phone....We didn't know where he got the C-4 explosives from or the Drones...We didn't know where he was directing the drones from...

IV-

We headed back to the Squadroom ,both to lick our wounds and to figure out our next move...

Monica and I had discovered Ventura's off shore account in the Caymen Islands and had traced payments made to a military dump in the past year for C4..... The Buyer was listed as Allan Butts...

A quick check showed that this was a phony name...No Allan Butts existed...

but we tapped into the Street cam from The Military dump and we got a positive photo of our boy, Augustus Oman and two other men...Larry Ford and Milsap Caleb...both ex- Special Forces men, now operating as mercenaries purchasing C4 a few weeks ago.....

"We got him...We got him purchasing C4 with two known mercenaries...  The FBI gave us the information we wanted on those drones...They come from East Europe, they were ordered on the Black Market with a Credit Card from Chris Ventura's phony Caymen Island account...and the buyer...wait for it..."Allan Butts", who we know is really Augustus Oman...He's our boy...."said Kylie..

"But where is he? Where is he? We know who he is...We know he's more than likely the bomber...We even know who his henchmen are...But we don't know where he is...Where he's launching these Drones from..."said Monica,sounding more defeated than I'd ever seen her...

"All guys like him make one mistake...They always overplay their hand.....He's going to make a serious mistake soon....I know it...Just stay vigilant...He'll slip up and when he does...We got him!"said Lt. Cotton....

I took Monica by the hand and led her to the elevator...

"Nate...Nooooooooooooooooooooo,Not Nowwwwwwwwwww... How can you think of sex at a time like this???...We've got  a mass murderer on the loose..." she said...She had already read my mind...

But I lead her to the basement...the old Women's locker room that we didn't use anymore...

I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately....for about FIFTEEN MINUTES...Soon Monica stopped resisting me and began kissing me slower and slower and softer...

"I need this and you need it too!" I said..

"You're just a horn dog that's all..." she laughed....

but she kept kissing me slowly ,softly....

I tried to unbuckle her jeans...

"Nate, Noooooo, we are going to be caught...We don't have time..." she said...

"You're right..." I said and stopped kissing her...I was getting ready to walk back towards the elevator,when Monica called me softly...

''Come here"she said..

She had dropped her pants and stepped out of her sandals...

She took her top off...My mouth dropped... She giggled..

"Horn Dog!" she replied..

She unzippered my trousers and was slowly and softly fondling me...

I dropped my trousers and took my shirt off....I lifted her up and kissed her passionately...and entered her softly...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My God Nate......OUUUUUUUUUUUU!" she moaned..

"Oh My God...girl.......ummmmmmmmmmph!"I moaned...

 "Ummmmm baby.." she moaned...."You are as hard as a brick....Ohhh my goodness...ouuuuuuuuuuu..Wouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" she moaned...

I was still kissing her softly and slowly and rubbing her breasts.....

 "Damn girl..."I exclaimed...

She giggled as I began to slowly move in and out of her warm and moist center...

I couldn't get enough of her......I laid her down on one of those hard benches...

Something about the way she was making love to me this afternoon was different..She was more passionate than usual...Tears were furiously running down her cheeks and she kept saying..

"Nate,I love you so much...Oh My god..."she moaned..

"I love you too Mo-Mo..You know that!" I said..

"Ohhhh Nate, Oh my god baby...ouuuuuuu..I knowwww...Oh my goddd...Ouuuuuuu!" she moaned..

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Nate...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD" she screamed as I continued to thrust , harder and feverishly more.....


"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nate...ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.." she moaned with pleasure....

''Mo-Mo....I'm losing my mind..."I screamed....

"I am too baby....ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,I am too!"she screamed!!!!!

She was so warm, so moist...smelled sooo good....I couldn't imagine that anybody could feel this good

I watched as Monica's head moved from side to side, as tears flowed down her face and as she climaxed very hard.....Before I knew it...I was coming so hard...I thought I was having a heart attack...

We made love fast and furiously in that dark corner on that bench for about  AN HOUR AND A HALF!  Monica came first...Crying like a little girl, shaking and holding me for dear life.....She kissed my neck and blew softly in my ear....I found myself cumming and cumming hard....

"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I said......"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh girl.."I finally moaned..

"Ouuuuu Nate...Whoooooooooooooo..that felt good...Thank you baby!" she said..and kissed me softly......I got up off of her.....

"I love you Mo-Mo..."I said softly....

"I know you do.....and I love you too...So much baby!" she said,continuing to kiss me..

 We kissed a little more , and she fondled me until I came again...this time harder.....

We cleaned up, We got dressed and went back upstairs...Monica was holding my shoulder and kissing my arm softly....

V-

Back in the Squadroom we saw Kylie, rushing in....as if she was late...She looked like she was sweating a bit.....

She smiled sheepishly...

"I uh stepped out for an hour or so...Anything new?" she asked..

Monica scanned her mind...She knew that Kylie and my former partner, Detective Wally Becker had gone to his house and had a "quickie" just like Monica and I had had in the basement....

Her Sister , Monique and the Lieutenant walked out into the Squadroom..

They both looked out of breath....

Monica scanned both of their minds....They had had sex in the Lieutenant's office...She looked at me..

"Looks like we all had the same idea." she said.

"Huh? huh ,oh uh...Sex?" I whispered...

"Yes.." she said..

"Feel better? I know I do.." I said..

She rubbed my hands...

"So do I baby!  Thank you!  " she said..

That was all short lived...Monica's phone rang again....

Another "protected number..."

Monica answered the phone..

"AUGUSTUS OMAN...TO WHAT DO I OWE THE PLEASURE?" she answered sarcastically...

There was a pause...Then he spoke..

"AND NOW MRS NELLIS ,WE COME TO THE END GAME...HERE ARE MY TERMS...I WANT CHRISTOPHER VENTURA RELEASED FROM PRISON TOMORROW AND DRIVEN TO PHILADELPHIA WHERE HE WILL BE SUPPLIED WITH A PASSPORT AND AIRLINE TICKETS TO THE COUNTRY OF HIS CHOICE, PREFERABLY A COUNTRY THAT DOESN'T HAVE A TREATY AGREEMENT WITH THE UNITED STATES....'' he said.

"You know that that that isn't going to happen and how are YOU going to escape? Every cop in town is looking for you Augustus!" said Monica...

"Turn on your screen..." he said softly.

On our screen was not one drone, but several....

''THAT DRONE IS POINTED AT THE MAYOR'S HOUSE....THEN THERE IS ANOTHER ONE POINTED AT THE GOVERNOR OF PENNSYLVANIA'S HOUSE.. AND LOOK..HERE IS THE REAL TOPPER ,LOOK AT MY THIRD AND FINAL DRONE...LOOK WHERE IT'S POINTED.''HE SAID.

A drone hovered right over our duplex....

 "Oh My God!" gasped Monica..

 "That Bastard!" I said.

 "Oh Jesus...Our home!" said Monique...

 "If I ever get my hands on this creep."muttered Lt. Cotton angrily....

"Oh My Lord!" said Kylie..


"SO YOU SEE, I HAVE YOU ALL BY HOW DO THEY SAY IT.? THE SHORT AND CURLIES..I WANT CHRISTOPHER VENTURA, RELEASED FROM CUSTODY TOMORROW BY NOON, NOT A MINUTE LATER OR ...I'LL FLIP A COIN AND THINGS WILL JUST START GOING.....BOOM! I'LL BE IN TOUCH! IF YOU TRY TO TRACE THIS PHONE....I'LL START BY BLOWING YOUR DUPLEX TO KINGDOM COME!''he said.

I had to hand it to him....He was right...He did have us by the short and curlies...He was playing the winning hand...He had succeeded where all of our other adversaries had failed..He had out thought us and out played us...While we were playing checkers...Augustus Oman was playing chess...

It sure did look dark right now...but I remembered something...It is always darkest before the dawn!

(CONCLUSION NEXT)