Chapter 38

The unopened bottle of Johnny Walker fifty year old was staring at me on the desk in front of me in my office the day after the funeral. The urge to open it and start a lost weekend was knocking at my door.

The black dog was scratching at my door like it had in those days of recovery after getting shot up in combat. The phone was driving me crazy and I finally gave up and picked up the receiver to hear the familiar voice of the young girl down at the police morgue tell me they had my Uncle’s effects and I was officially registered as his next of kin on the department records. I think I was rude to the pretty young thing and replied I would attend to it as soon as possible.

Julie had slept with the baby the night before because she was all up-tight about the little one developing a summer cough from a silly cold she had probably gotten playing in the playground with the other kids on the block. I thought it was just an allergy she had from all the pollen flying around in the air and covering the cars in the street with a layer of yellow dust so tiny it was invisible to the naked eye.

I sighed and put the bottle back in the booze cabinet which I had been religiously staying away from ever since coming back from the hospital.

Consuela came in and started to clean the office and I studiously avoided looking at her heart-shaped ass as she bent to her task. She had been with us for several months now and I knew she was a woman in her prime in need of something more than conversation or a hobby to fill in her free time with a bit of fun and a quiet laugh. We both knew that we wanted to do it but neither of us was willing take the risk of rejection or worse yet discovery by Julie of our dalliance as we tip-toed through the tulips of illicit love.

I think I was satisfied just with the thought that she was nearby and ready to dispense some tender loving care to me on call and I sensed she really got off on listening to Julie and I making love in the middle of the night and she was close enough to be a fly on the wall watching and waiting for her chance to cut in on our dance.

Just then, I had a fit of sneezing that wouldn’t stop and she got me a glass of water and told me, “I think it is just the pollen, Mister Mike.”

I tended to agree with her but it was a good excuse to make myself an Irish coffee to drive off the evil spirits of a summer cold. Something to keep in mind for that time after dinner and before it was time to hit the rack to get a good night’s sleep.

I arrived at the coroner’s office just before noon and Jessica the intern was toe-tagging the stiffs just delivered by the ambulance to the lab for their final look over before they were stamped with the seal of approval and sent on their way to either the incinerator or to the funeral parlor for final residence in the coffin of choice.

The girl was dressed in one of those light summer dresses that emphasized sheerness and in the right light one could see the pussy underneath starkly outlined by a dark triangle between her legs that could only be her love nest looking for some male attention to her obvious availability for fun and games.

I contained my enthusiasm and acted appropriately.

I guess I was finally getting used to my dutiful married man modus operandi and would have to put little Jessica in the unopened box of goodies category in my little black book of love and lust. In all honesty, I didn’t mind because the promise of Julie’s sweet flanks was enough to keep me more than satisfied with staying on the straight and narrow until “the death do us part” of our marriage vows.

I signed for the box of my Uncle’s effects and folded the inventory list of the contents in half and put it in my pocket. This place had bad memories for me and I was glad to escape the need of staying a moment longer than necessary to initiate my departure. Jessica leaned over my shoulder and took the signed document of the top of the desk rubbing her sweet twat on my arm with vigorous energy and I knew she was hot to trot and was pissed off because I was pretending to be straight arrow and it was completely out of character for the Mike she was used to hooking up with when things were boring and stiffs all had their eyes shut unable to see a single thing.

A quick stop at police headquarters turned into a three hour meeting to determine our best course of action in moving forward with the trial. The fact that our leader was no more made a noticeable difference but the process had a lot of redundancies and we would be right on schedule. That was a bit relief to me because I knew from experience any delay would be seen as a sign of weakness from different quarters and we could not afford to slow the train with the devil on our heels.

I got home late as usual and Julie gave me a look that was not all that welcoming. Thankfully, Consuela had dinner all prepared and we all felt a lot more relaxed after eating.

We got a break in the case when the FBI forensics team was able to pinpoint the bomb maker as Blinky Maralusha out of Detroit and connected to the Detroit City mob that was an offshoot of the old New York City Mafioso. Blinky had a long and spotted biography that included his connections to the numerous arson cases that had plagued big cities like Chicago and New York City for almost two decades. He was an explosives expert that had learned his trade in the military and his nickname “Blinky” was attributed to his nervous tic that he had developed in following a long explosives ordinance disposal background in which even the smallest error could easily lead to an early death.