Chapter 4

Chief O’Neil flopped against the side of his police cruiser. His knee was fucking killing him. His head hurt. That fucking kid. He yanked opened the drivers door, and pulled himself into the seat by using the steering wheel. He pulled out his phone, four missed calls from Farmer. Not now. He called Brent. No answer.

“Fuck!” He smacked the steering wheel. O’Neil started the Police Explorer, he pulled onto Tall Oaks Road, flipped on the emergency lights and gunned it. Go to Van Wieren’s, shake Linda down. Maybe that fucker will be there. “I will fucking find you.”

Chief O’Neil stopped at the top of Van Wieren’s driveway. Brent’s car was nowhere to be found. He called him, again. It rang then went to voicemail. O’Neil climbed from the police suv. His knee hurt. His phone rang. Brent? The screen said ‘Farmer’. Not now. O’Neil tapped the red icon and tossed his phone onto the seat of the police car. He growled, then shambled down the driveway. Somewhere in the distance a train horn blared. The house was lit up, the handyman’s truck wasn’t there. But Linda’s Mercedes was. The bitch knows where to find him. She’ll talk.

He worked his way up the path to the front door. He reached the door to find it ajar. O’Neil drew his service pistol. He quietly pushed the door open. There was no movement, and nothing was out of place. The upstairs lights were on. Slowly he climbed the stairs, his knee screaming with every step. He stopped halfway and listened. O’Neil thought he heard a drawer open, then close. He continued, silently. Chief O’Neil reached the bedroom door. Like the front door it was ajar, through the gap he could see movement. He got closer. Linda Van Wieren reached into a dresser drawer, pulled out a wad of clothes. She turned, stuffed the wad of clothes into a suitcase spread open on the bed. Next to the suitcase lay a black leather bag.

O’Neil pushed the door open. Linda screamed, dropping a handful of lacy panties.

“Going somewhere, Linda?” He kept the gun low, barrel trained on her.

“Tim?” She stammered.

“So? You’ve been fucking the handyman? Who is half your age.” O’Neil motioned for Linda to sit on the bed. “The two of you kill Johan? Steal Farmer’s money. Now what? Flee town?”

Linda laughed, “No.” She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs. Adjusted the hem of her white summer dress. She sighed heavily, “Connor took it upon himself to kill Johan. He thought we would runaway together. Live in Cancun.”

“Where is Connor now?” O’Neil noticed small dark dots scattered about the front of her dress. Blood?

“By the lake. Dead.” She leaned back.

“Where is Brent?” He kept the gun pointed at her.

Linda looked at the ceiling, “Beard? Big shiny gun?”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

“Also dead by the lake. Connor killed him.” Linda shook her head slowly.

“You were going to leave? With Farmer’s money?”

“What else am I going to do, Tim? Get a job at the Amazon warehouse? With Johan gone there is nothing. No money, no income, nothing.” She grabbed the leather bag next to her. O’Neil raised his gun. “With this money I can start someplace else.” She uncrossed her legs and stood. “Tim. We can start new lives, someplace else.” She dropped the bag next to the bed.

O’Neil scoffed. “We?”

She stepped close, she smelled of tropical flowers and sweat. “Do you remember Homecoming?”

Jesus. Homecoming. That was a hell of a party. Linda in her Elkridge High cheerleader uniform. That blowjob she gave me that night. Those eyes. “How could I forget?”

Linda slipped the left shoulder strap of her dress off. Then the right. She let the dress fall to the floor. She was still slender and toned. Freckles dotted her shoulders and chest. Her nipples were pink and engorged. Thick, black bush nestled between her pale thighs.

“I remember, your cock in my mouth, on my face.” She stepped out of the dress. “How you moaned as I swallowed every drop.” She shoved the suitcase onto the floor, clothes spilled out. Linda sat on the corner of the bed. She leaned back her tits on full display.Fuck. O’Neil set his pistol down on the dresser. He unhooked his duty belt and let it flop to the floor. It landed with a thump. He kicked his boots free. The stabbing pain in his knee causing him to pause briefly. Fuck, if that kid wasn’t already dead. He stood up right, Linda watching every move. He let his uniform pants fall to the floor. Thumbs hooked under the band of his underwear. He pulled them down, allowing his cock to drop out.

“Mmmmm.” Linda purred. She leaned forward, wrapping her hand around his cock. She squeezed, slowly she pumped his cock. O’Neil unbuttoned his uniform shirt as Linda licked and sucked on his balls. He tossed the shirt aside. Linda’s tongue ran along his shaft, twirled around the head of his cock. She took the tip into her mouth. Blue eyes staring up at him, as she took him deeper. She steadily worked his cock, coating the shaft with her spit. O’Neil swept her soft black hair into both hands gathering it at the nape of her neck. He twisted the strands into one hand coiling them tightly around his fist. Linda yelped. He forced her head against his abdomen, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Linda gagged, he pulled her head back. She spit his cock out, saliva running down her chin, she gasped for air. She caught her breath, took his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat again. Her teeth grazed his shaft, her hot spit ran down his balls. He pulled her hair up, forcing Linda to her feet. O’Neil released her hair. Linda turned, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. O’Neil cupped her soaking wet pussy with the palm of his hand her wetness coating his hand, seeping between his fingers.

“Fuck, you are wet.” He growled. O’Neil circled her clit with his thumb.

“Mmmhmmm.” Linda purred as she arched her back.

O’Neil pressed his hand hard against her pussy, he ground his palm against her. Linda bucked her hips, guttural moans escaping her lips. Her body tensed, her face buried in the blanket. She cried out, convulsed, her pussy gushed. Her fluids drenched the corner of the bed.

Linda fell to her side panting. O’Neil climbed onto the bed. He spread her legs, hooking his arms behind her knees. Her hair stuck to her forehead. Her cheeks and chest flushed red. Her chest rose and fell, pink nipples stood erect. O’Neil slapped his cock against her wet pussy. Her bush matted and dripping. She whimpered.

“Fuck me, Tim.” She pleaded.

O’Neil ran the tip of his cock through her folds. Linda’s breath caught in her throat. He slipped inside her. She moaned, low and throaty. Her pussy was hot and wet. She rocked her hips, squeezing and releasing his cock.