Copyright© 2008 by ShannonQ
Sex Story: Chapter 1 - There is a serial killer in Central Washinton State. The local sheriff asks the State Police for a tracker. Paula Dennis, known as PD, is sent to assist in this search. Can she trace the killer and who is he?
Cal Lewis was on duty for ten minutes before a car raced into the sheriff's parking lot like a bat out of hell. It came to a sudden stop just before the concrete yellow blocks that said, Sheriff Personnel Only. He had just sat at his desk with a steamy cup of black coffee when the vehicle rushed in.
"Looks like a young blonde," Alan, his deputy, observed. He watched her alight from the car. "Man, she's a beauty," Alan stated.
"Back to filling out that accident report," Cal growled. He liked good looking women as any red blooded American man, but he hadn't had his first Cup of coffee yet and he was miserable until he did.
The door opened and she walked in. She was wearing a tight pair of black pants, calf high black boots, and a soft white blouse. Her hair looked like an organized mess. Like she had brushed it carefully then shook her head to mess it up. She wore no makeup but the dark brows gave her sky blue eyes more emphasis on her comely face. If there was a flaw, she had a small hawk like nose.
"Are you Sheriff Calvin Lewis?" she asked.
"What can I do for you, lady?"
"It's what I can do for you, sheriff. I'm your tracker."
Cal almost spit out the coffee in his mouth. "My what?"
"Your tracker. You know. I track people who are reported missing or dead," she somehow reached into her back pants pockets and produced an official ID from the Washington State Police. "I hear you have three homicides of young girls here in the Leavenworth area. I've been sent to help you as you requested."
"You are a bona fide tracker?" Lewis asked.
"I'm the best there is. I was taught by my father since I was nine. Now I'm starving. Take me to breakfast and lets get acquainted."
"I seldom eat breakfast," Cal retorted.
"Well I do. I'm hungry. Lets go," she demanded.
"Do you have a name?" Cal asked.
"It was right on this ID," she smirked, returning to her back pocket. "I am Paula Dennis but my friends call me PD. That should be easy to remember."
There was still a chill outside but this day promised to be a hot one. The sun was rising over the high mountains with its millions of trees lining each side of the highway leading into and out of Leavenworth. It was a tourist town where everything was set like Munich, Germany. They served all kinds of ethnic foods, had Bavarian music playing all over from eight a.m. until ten at night, and every shop from candy to clothing had a Bavarian theme to it.
Cal drove south of Leavenworth with PD in the passenger seat. The back seat was for people taken into custody only. On occasion Cal saw a stray mutt and put him into the back to take him to his home or to the shelter if he didn't know who it belonged to.
"Tell me about those girls," PD broke the ice. Cal figured her to be an open person. She could be brash at times. Strong minded and didn't take any bullshit from anyone.
"Three college girls from Central Washington University. One was alone taking pictures of wild life. We found her camera plus her purse. A hiker found her body a few days later. She had been half eaten by animals. We did not get any DNA from her body. We didn't know if she was raped or sexually violated or not because that part of her was eaten. We found a lot of animal hairs and a few human ones. A few of them were pubic so my guess is, and it is only a guess, that she had been forcibly raped."
"Sounds like it," she said, as he pulled into a diner called Sally's.
"Are you sure you want to hear the rest?" he asked, holding the door open for her to enter first. It was crowded but she managed to commandeer a booth.
"I'm not a girl scout that scares easy," PD said, after getting settled. She ignored all the stares of the men glaring at her. "I've been in this business four years and I've seen some pretty awful things that one human being can do to another. Have you ever seen a grizzly do its thing on a person?"
"I've seen what one of those bears can do to a deer or an elk, it's enough for me."
"If you can, aim for the eyes if one charges you. You'll drop him right away because the bullet will go through the softness of the eyeball right into the brain."
"I don't want to get into that kind of a situation," Cal said.
"Hi Cal," a smiling middle aged waitress came to their table holding up a big coffee pot. "You got a new gal pal?"
"No! She's a pal that just happens to be a gal. PD meet Loretta, Loretta this is PD. She's a cop too."
"Hi," both said simultaneously to the other.
"Cal here is a confirmed bachelor. He can have any single chick in the county but he thinks he's Wyatt Earp and isn't interested in settling down," Loretta said. "I include myself in this group of love starved women."
"I'm a confirmed bachelorette," PD smiled. "Ain't met the man who can tie me down. I like being single myself. But if the right guy comes along I'll give him a second look."
"Coffee?" Loretta asked.
"Please!" Cal pushed his cup forward.
"No coffee for me," PD stated. "I'll have a coke with my breakfast."
She noticed Cal grimace.
"You better make an exception and eat this morning. I'm anxious to get to those two murder sites," PD suggested.
They placed their orders from a chalk board showing the specials. PD added an extra over easy egg to the plate. "Don't tell me about the other two until we get back in the car."
"Fine by me," Cal agreed.
"I've got a brother who is stationed in Korea up by the DMZ. He's a master sergeant now and should be a sergeant major soon. He's married to the military but also has a Korean bride and one boy."
"Is that it?"
"I don't know who my parents are. They dumped my and Cliff off at an orphanage door step and took off. I don't know the circumstances why. We may have been bad kids, or we were a burden to them, he could have lost his job, she might have become pregnant. Hell, I don't know. I've been wondering about this almost all my life."
"That's an awful thing to do to a kid," PD sympathized with him.
"Maybe the orphanage was the best thing for us at the time. Neither Cliff or me were ever adopted so we were together for the duration. He's three years older than me so he upped and joined the army. He's making it a career, I didn't but gave me some skills being an MP and helped me on the way to becoming a cop."
The food came and both dug in. Cal was hungrier than he thought as both finished their plates in five minutes. He noticed that PD ate as fast as he did. She wasn't at all a dainty eater. She shoveled it in just as quickly as Cal did. She asked for and received a refill on her coke.
"I'm the baby of the family, twenty-four. My father was a tracker for the State Police and assisted on a lot of cases. Murders of young women up here are common as you know."
"Tell me about it," he said, thinking of the two girls he had not yet mentioned.
"I helped my father track a bear when I was nine. My brothers and sister were never interested but I was. He taught me everything and when I finished college two years ago he brought me on board with him. He tells me I'm the best he's ever seen but what father isn't proud of daddy's little girl following in his footsteps.
"I love police work and the specialty that's been given me. I have found several lost children in the woods, some teens lost too. But my favorite was a cantankerous moose and her calf the wreaked havoc on campers up near the Idaho border. She left a trail of broken limbs and branches which made it easy to find. We shot her and her calf with tranquilizers and airlifted them north out of harms way."
"Have you ever tracked a serial killer?"
"Murderers, yes. Serial killers, no." PD stood up. "This coke is racing through me, where's the ladies room?"
Cal pointed back with his thumb. She followed his directions and went to relieve herself. He got up and paid the check, gave Loretta a tip, and chatted with her until PD returned.
"She's an awfully pretty girl," Loretta smiled.
"Yeah, you can say that."
"When did you meet?"
"This morning, she came tearing into our headquarters demanding to be fed. She's my new tracker for the three murders. According to her she's the best in the state."
"If she's as good as she says, she may be good at other things too," the waitress winked at him. "Don't say anything, she's coming."
Back in the car she noticed that it was just past eight a.m. as she clicked on the seatbelt. "Can you put me up?" she asked. "Or have a friend that can. I'm not paying these outlandish hotel, motel prices. I promise I won't be a bother unless you have only one bathroom. Then things might be a little close."
"I've got a cabin with two bedrooms and two baths just outside of town," he told her. "I usually like to live alone."
"You'll hardly know that I am there. As soon as we solve this case, I'll be out of there. I just need a place to lay my head unless we get close to the suspect, then we'll sleep outside."
"You are very insistent, aren't you?"
"Cops got to team up, partner. That does not mean sleeping in the same bed but it does mean while we're on the same job, we've got to stay close."
"Yeah right," Cal replied with a sarcastic tone.
"Just put me up and I won't be any bother at all."
Paula found the guest room to be more than comfortable. It had its' own television, police scanner, radio, and a nicer bathroom than she expected. She hung up her things. Two uniforms, a silky dress, several blouses, two skirts, two slacks, two changes of shoes, on pair of high heels, several matching pairs of bras and panties, plus two pair of nylons rolled up. Also a clutch purse, accessories, and cosmetics which she lined up on the two sink counter.
"Nice place you have here," PD told Cal joining him in the kitchen.
"Thanks," he said, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Help yourself."
"Got any pop?" she asked, opening up the frig. She spotted two cans of Coca-Cola. "Can I have one?"
"I'm a coffee junkie but you look like you're a soda girl," he said.
"Yeah, diabetes will be my undoing," she popped the top and took a sip. She sat at the counter facing him. "Now tell me about the two girls you found two weeks ago."
"Their names were Sylvia Simms and Holly Lowell. Both students from Central Washington..."
"Same as the first, Jennifer Tyson."
"Right," he said, impressed by her memory. "Both were nineteen, both were blondes. In fact all three were blondes...
"Did they have long hair?"
"Yeah, they did! Why?"
"Ted Bundy went after girls with long hair. I'm just trying to get a mental profile in my head. Go ahead, I'll try not to interrupt any longer."
"Their plan was to hike the hills up there. They had often went to places around the state on weekends. They both told friends that they wanted to finish up here at Leavenworth. Rumor has it that they were lesbians but that isn't a proven fact because some state they dated guys on weekends they didn't hike. I wouldn't put any credence in that. Even if they were, what difference does it make now?"
PD nodded in agreement. She studied his face as he gave her all the information to be brought up to date. He was a good looking man. Handsome in a rugged sort of way, broad shouldered, no beer belly, about six foot- two to her five foot-nine. He had big hands. PD wasn't all that interested in sex but she wouldn't mind a night or two with him.
"We found that both were raped. We have his sperm from both plus dark pubic hairs. No vehicle marks which means he approached them on foot. Most likely at twilight because in the dark he would have never found them in the lean to they made. Susan Farmer, our forensics girl, thinks that Sylvia was killed first but isn't one hundred percent certain. Sylvia is the logical one because she used to run track. Holly was a bit overweight so she would have been slower to run down. Both rapes were post mortem so they didn't have to face that humility alive. Susan states in her report that both had been sexually active with males in the past because there were no traces of their hymen..."
"I believe if they did have lesbian sex, they were at least bi-sexual. There are some girls in college that have relations with each other and never do it again after they graduate. This is a good possibility."
"Do you have any idea that this might be a clue?" Cal asked.
"Just an observation," she shrugged.
"That's about it. I think the time and mode of death is better documented in the reports at the office."
"Then we'd better get over there. Also I'd like to pick up a few things at the store before getting back here. I think we should call it an early night because I'd like to be up at the crime scenes as early as possible."
"Let's go," he stood up and emptied his cup in the sink. PD drained her can and tossed it in a small trash container near the sink.
"I always carry Snickers with me," she told Cal at the store. She had a case of coke, power bars, a case of bottled water, and now the Snickers. These things eliminate a lot of trauma in small kids when I find them after they've been lost for a day or two. I buy the power bars for myself and any dog that is with the small child. Always call the dog's name if you have it. Not the kid. Dogs have better hearing of course and they'll always bark or come running if they hear their name. After that, finding a lost child in the thick woods is easy."
"Interesting but easy to remember, thanks for the tip."
PD smiled, "Don't mention it."
"I'm not much of a cook. Maybe we should pick something up here!"
"Get a large can of stew," she instructed him. "That and some eggs. I know a dish my father taught me when I was out there with him as a kid. It's not bad tasting and quite filling. Also a loaf of whole wheat bread."
Back at the cabin PD made the stew mixing it with eggs which became scrambled all through the dish. Having eggs that morning didn't mean a thing to her. "This is called hobo hash. My father told me during the Great Depression it was a meal that was both filling and nourishment. All those who camped near the railroad tracks contributed something to the pot. Some would sneak into hen houses and steal some eggs. That's how they came up with this dish."
"Tastes great," Cal grinned.
They did the dishes then went to their rooms after wishing each other a good night.
PD put on a t-shirt to her knees and went to bed. She seldom thought of sex but that night she kept thinking of Cal Lewis. She hadn't had relations with a man in ages. The last one was clumsy and hurt her. Since then PD shied away from any kind of romance. She never was much on men. Or women either. She thought of herself asexual. Not interested in sex. She felt she could live without it even though at times PD found some guy interesting. Like she did with Cal.