Chapter 17

The only thing that I didn’t like about dating FBI Special Agent Gloria was that she was all caught up in the handcuff fetish and would hook me to the wrought iron bedpost sometimes when I fell asleep in the middle of the night.

I didn’t mind her riding me on top because I liked the way her ass cheeks slapped into my thighs with that meaty sound of mutual lust that never failed to make me as hard as a rock at the right time.

We were alone in the bedroom late that night and she had me just where she wanted me.

Her younger sister Eve was out on the sofa sound asleep watching a gory Vampire movie that was so phony it probably made most viewers laugh instead of scaring the shit out of them like it was advertised in the TV Guide.

In a way I wished the oversexed teenager was in here watching us because her presence made everything a little bit more interesting if the truth be told.

My phone was ringing with us on the final approach to a safe landing with my salami buried deeply inside the Special Agent’s womanhood and I wanted to shout out,

“Answer the phone, it might be important.”

Wisely, I kept my mouth shut and immediately after I flooded Gloria’s snatch with a heavy load of male juices, she rolled over and answered the phone of her own volition as she was using my number as her contact number as well.

“That’s OK, Officer Kennedy just tell me the details and I will pass it onto Detective Malone right away.”

“Are you saying that all three officers are definitely deceased?”

She stood there totally buck naked and tossed me the handcuff key as I scrambled to free my arm from the bedpost.

“Inform the Inspector we will both be there in less than thirty minutes.”

Gloria started to fill me in as she shook her tail getting dressed in a hurry.

“That was your Uncle’s assistant informing us that most of his special squad was just killed up in Central Park at the underpass leading to the Zoo.”

I beat her to getting my gear on and asked only one question.

“Did my Uncle get hurt?”

She shook her head in the negative, but didn’t utter the words I wanted to hear. I had a pretty good read on the strong-willed FBI agent at that point and I translated that as more neutral than a simple no.

Of course, we managed to wake Eve up on the way through the living room and she insisted on making us both a cup of coffee to take on the road over to the scene of the crime.

We were both silent with our own thoughts on the way uptown and in a sense I really appreciated the insulation of not having to talk because I was afraid I would lose my grasp on reality and get lost in fruitless speculation.

Central Park was a circus well-lit with police searchlights.

The outer rim of the center attraction was jam-packed with members of the press. I recognized a lot of them and felt pity for their subdued early morning spiritless attempts to gather information for their puppet-masters downtown. I saw a redheaded stringer at the Daily News standing behind the police tape with her hastily pulled on too-tight jeans and no bra look at me with recognition in her sleep-deprived blue eyes. Strangely, I couldn’t recall her name but I knew with certainty that I had screwed her nice and slow in the men’s room of the cop bar I favored before getting my knee shot up. It wasn’t really that long ago but it seemed like an eternity and I regretted my ungentlemanly neglect in returning her calls because the last thing I wanted at that time was pity.

I waved Gloria on inside the command center set up just outside the monkey cages and went over to my forgotten name hot number and gave her a hug without saying a word. She was a perceptive broad and she greeted me with not only my correct name but also threw hers in as well knowing what jerks most men are when it came to discarded pussy.

“Can you give me any comment, Detective? I promise I won’t use your name.”

Her hand on my belly was burning a hole in my resolve to keep my mouth shut.

“Sorry, Cindy, I literally just got here and am going in now to get the briefing. All I know is that three of my Uncle Joe’s squad got cut down while on an assignment and it is still early days.”

“No Problem, Mike. I can wait until later if you get a moment to give me a jingle.”

Thankfully, she gave me her number because I still didn’t have the slightest on her last name and would feel like a jerk to have to ask her. I promised to call her as soon as possible and headed inside the tent before my absence was noticed by the higher ups.

If nothing else, I knew Joe and the other interested parties at police headquarters didn’t want an unattached FBI investigator at their crime scene without a proper handler. I knew they were keen on my daily reports of the Federal side of the house and that that trusted I would only state the facts and not hand them a line of bullshit buried in legal mumbo-jumbo.

Gloria pretended she wasn’t pissed at my tardiness and managed to keep far enough away from me to make it look like we were reluctant partners and not the asshole buddies we actually were. That was fine with me because the last thing I wanted at this juncture was the impression that I was “in bed” with the Feds in more ways than one.