Chapter 12

Rita admitted to me after a few drinks that she was working an assignment from Internal Affairs to weed out the dirty cops taking money from the shadowy cartels that kept the drugs flowing smoothly on the violent streets.

I had sort of suspected as much from the way she was asking all the right questions and knew way too much for a rookie cop.

Rita told me to be quiet because her room-mate was a light sleeper. I soon discovered it was either a lie or she actually wasn’t aware that her flight attendant partner was halfway to Rio de Janiero and would be out of town for the next few days. The booze had gotten to her and she needed my help to just get out of her clothes. I was sorely tempted to check out her goodies but my mom told me to never take advantage of a befuddled female and I was strictly within proper behavior getting Rita into bed with her gun unloaded on top of the bed-stand. I figured it was better to be safe than sorry in such a circumstance.

She kept calling me Miguel and I realized she must have me crossed up with someone else and I disregarded it tucking her curvy booty under the sheet. Then, before I could turn around and leave, I felt her fingers wrap around my privates and, of course, I got an immediate erection in automatic response. After that, things got a little confused because she somehow was sitting on top of me with her long, lovely legs wrapped around my hips and started to pound me with her passionate love slit constantly repeating the name of “Miguel” whispered into my ear with her heat breath.

Rita was riding me hard and the sound of her big, beautiful ass slapping into my groin was all I needed to not push her off of me and leave like a gentleman. Eventually, I held her tight as she went into a series of violent, gushing orgasms that finally forced me to drain my rampant cock into her delicious tightness with explosive force and I grunted like an animal as I flooded her womanhood with my little swimmers searching for her waiting womb.

We both fell asleep and were awakened by the ringing of her cell phone right next to the bed.

I woke up first and was surprised to see her wake up right behind me and answer the mobile with a very normal voice and tell the desk sergeant she would be down at headquarters within thirty minutes.

Rita ran into the shower without saying a word to me and I guess conversation was not in order and I hoped she would remember it was her idea and not mine to do the horizontal tango in her lonely bed.

I dressed in a hurry and stayed out of her way and we left together because my car was still down at the parking lot in headquarters. It was still about a half hour before dawn and I was dying for a cup of coffee but I headed across the street to the excellent coffee den that also served great bagels of assorted varieties.

Just as I was putting my change back into my pocket, I heard the unmistakable burst of rapid fire from across the street and ran out the door leaving my coffee on the counter.

I saw a handful of dark figures run out the door off the police station and I wanted to start shooting but I was a little too far away and I was not really certain if they were the bad guys or the good guys and I decided it was too risky to pull the trigger.

The lobby was strangely quiet, but there was the pungent odor of cordite in the air like at the shooting range down in the basement. I saw right away that the desk sergeant was down and he wouldn’t be needed any medical assistance, just a body bag to bring to the morgue.

Fortunately, the place was almost deserted because the new shift was not due for another hour and the old one was still scattered hither and yon on the darkened mean streets.

I saw a cleaning lady face down in her cleaning pail and she was missing the top of her head indicating they were using shotguns for fatal results and maximum coverage without much need for marksmanship.

Inside the bull pen, I saw Rita slumped in a pool of blood right next to Detective Jones. She was still alive but I could tell there was no hope for her or for Jones since he had caught a blast right in the gut and never had a chance to pull his piece.

I pushed the alert button on the desk sergeant’s table and within a few moments the place was crowded with cops and firemen and the other emergency response people needed in such situations.

Needless to say, I spent the remainder of the day being “debriefed” or “interrogated” according to your point of view and it didn’t seem like anyone could make much sense out of the raid on the police station. I sensed that the consensus was to deem it a reaction against police authority by some sort of anti-government group with an ax to grind against so-called police brutality. I kept my mouth shut because I thinking it was a convenient way to get rid of Rita, the under-cover Internal Affairs investigator with a mission of weeding out dirty cops.

After they lost interest in me and released me as I was not what could be described as an actual eye witness, I wandered back to the coffee shop and saw that they were doing a booming business. I didn’t see my little box with the coffee and the everything bagel but the guy behind the counter cheerfully replaced both at no charge which impressed me along with the fact they were giving out free refills to any one in uniform. It brought back memories of the original Mike and Joe that had ran that location for many years as a sandwich place with great hero subs but lousy coffee that was either watery and weak or way too strong with a bitter taste. It all depended on who made the coffee that morning.

I got back to the office just before Julie was shutting down to go to lunch.