Chapter 13

“Angela!” Spencer says, answering the knock to his hotel door when he swings it open to reveal the woman holding a large white bag and two coffee cups. “You’re a bit earlier than I was expecting.

She smiles as she invites herself into the room. “I figured you could use a little breakfast.”

He closes the door and turns to find the woman already setting out the contents of the bag onto the small table in front of the sofa. “I wasn’t sure what you ate, so I got a little variety,” she says looking up at him.

“That’s fine,” Spencer answers shortly. “I meant to ask you about what you said yesterday about being ready for anything.”

Angela pauses halfway with putting a bagel to her mouth and looks hard at Spencer. They lock eyes, and she stares hard for a moment before saying, “Are you sure you want to really know what is going on here?”

“I was sent here to investigate, and it is my job, Angela,” he says with sternness in his voice. “So if there is something you’re holding back you need to let me know.”

Angela bursts out laughing at the expression Spencer has taken on. “Come on, Spence, I’m not going to hold something important from you unless I felt it absolutely necessary,” she says as she sets the bagel down onto the table. Then she taps the seat next to her and says, “Have a seat. I have something to tell you that will probably rock the foundations of what you know.”

“Oh, I don’t think there is anything that can do that after what I’ve been through,” he says as he takes a seat next to her. “Especially after losing Sam...”

“Tell me about her,” Angela says taking his hand into both of hers and looking at him with sincerity.

Spencer takes in a deep breath almost choking over his first words. He wants to share this with Angela, but he really wasn’t expecting what it would be like to finally be able to do so. After a second, he finally finds his voice. “She reminded me a little of you, full of fight and energy. She was an amazing woman and I really wish you could have met her, Angela, I really wish you could have.”

Angela returns his smile and energy. “I wish I could have too. How did she go? If ... if you don’t mind me asking.”

Spencer’s smile quickly fades and is replaced with a hardened grin. “Julie Branon, the niece of the leader of an organization called the Black List, killed her.”

“The Black List?” she echoes.

“It’s a long explanation,” Spencer says shaking his head.

“I know who they are,” she answers, reaching up with her hand and stopping his face with it. A questioning look spreads over his face, which Angela quickly picks up on. “My boss, Michael Terrigian, is a member. It is what I wanted to talk to you about. I guess you were right about not being able to surprise you with anything.”

“You already have,” he says. “But why didn’t he mention this to me. I’m sure he knows who I am, considering Martin Sternigan already has it out for me.”

“He didn’t mention it because the Black List is behind the Sanguine Consortium.”

“And do you have proof?” he asks skeptically.

“Not physically,” she says looking away. “Everything I had was based on the word of Jianyu and now he’s...”

Spencer reaches over and turns her face back around toward him to see tears streaming down her face. He was prepared to object to her accusations against the Black List. Sure he doesn’t hold a lot of love for the organization, but he didn’t believe they were the enemy. Now looking at the woman sitting before him, crying over an old man that obviously meant so much to her, he is beginning to doubt even his own certainty. “Is there anything else that has brought suspicion over Captain Terrigian?”

“Other than every time I get close to pinning some damn thing on the consortium, or even find who is leading it, somehow the evidence disappears or I’m ordered to back off?”

“Have you tried Internal Affairs yet?”

“Haven’t you been listening,” she almost yells as she stands up. “The consortium has its hands in everything as it has since my father was a cop. I don’t know why I even bothered contacting the FBI.”

Angela grabs her jacket and starts the leave when Spencer grabs her by the wrist, stopping her and holding her in place. He doesn’t say anything until she finally turns around and acknowledges him. “Wait. I didn’t say I didn’t believe you or that I wasn’t going to help.”

“Then what are you saying?” she asks crudely.

“I’m saying that in this day in age everyone leaves a trace, and technology is the best place to leave it. He has to connect with the Black List through the computer, so he probably does everything else on it.”

“So you want to break into his computer?” she speculates.

“Exactly,” he says with a nod. “If there is anything there we’ll find it.”

“Thank you, Spence,” she says as she jumps on his lap and wraps him in a hug. “I knew I could count on you.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” he asks when she pulls away to face him. “We’ll go tonight after the captain goes home.”

“Why wait until then?”

A puzzled looks crosses his face. “Cause that would be the best time unless you know something I don’t.”

She smiles. “I do. Terrigian has a weekly meeting he goes to around lunch. He’ll be gone for nearly two hours.”

“And you’re sure of this?”

“Positive,” she says assuredly. “I tried to follow him the first few times, but each time he made sure to lose me. After that I gave up and began timing his sessions.”

“It must be a meeting with someone from the Black List then?” Spencer reasons.

“Or the consortium,” she charges.

He frowns at her. “Or both...”

“So what will we do until then?” Angela puts the tip of her finger in her mouth and bites lightly on her finger nail. “I have an idea.” She presses him back against the sofa and starts to kiss him, at first with light butterfly kisses with their lips barely touching. Within moments it changes in intensity as their lips remain touching for longer and she gently sucks his lower lip and teases his lips with her tongue. His mouth muscle probes and teases until they are kissing deeply. His hands are on her body, stroking all over fitfully from the distance of the long years that they have spent apart from each other.

Angela pulls back a little and starts to unbutton his shirt as her lips stray to his neck. She frees him of his shirt and starts to touch and kiss his chest, lightly circling his nipples, first with her fingertips and then with her mouth. He shudders and leans back breathing deeply. She works lower, mouth on his belly and hands on his sides. The she is dropping to kneel at his feet. Looking up at him, she starts to unbuckle his belt and slowly unzips his pants. His head is back, his eyes are closed and his breath is a little harsher now. He groans as she starts to pull his pants off. Spencer can no longer keep still of letting her be in control and brings his weight forward. Laughing, Angela stands and Spencer lunges at her and they tumble onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.

For a short moment their hungry mouths kiss deeply as Spencer slowly removes Angela’s clothes. His hands explore her flesh to her hips to pull them into his, pressing her against his hardness. Then Angela presses him onto his back and commands him to lie still. She throws her knee over him so she is straddling his body, her hips above his groin. His cock is lying hard beneath, awaiting her tender flesh. Slowly, she lowers herself onto it, but only allowing the folds of her pussy to settle over the shaft of his cock. She lowers herself down to kiss his mouth, her hands on his shoulders holding him lightly down. Angela’s bare nipples brush his chest. Their kisses are harder and more urgent now. Angela takes her hands from his shoulders in order to run her palms over his chest, feeling his nipples hard under them. Then they are going down over his belly. His groin is hot and hard against the softness of her and she breaks free, first sitting, then standing over him to take his cock and stand it straight up.

Again she straddles him, but he is now sitting up and her knees are wide apart. His mouth is hot, his breath ragged and he kisses her roughly—her lips, her neck, her breasts. Then his hard cock enters her hot, wet snatch. She pumps up and down a few times letting his prick get wet from her juices and allowing him a taste of her. Then she is off him suddenly and sitting to his side, lowering her mouth to his erection.

Starting at the tip, Angela runs her tongue down one side to the base and up the other side again. She puts her lips to the head and moistening it with her tongue. Again she licks down and up the sides of his hot shaft, gently cupping his balls with her palm and then gently rubbing her thumb over them. She feels him shudder as she continues to work up and down, moistening his meat stick. She works to the front, allowing the head to slip between her lips each time she comes to the top. Slowly, she starts to take more and more of it into her mouth, still sucking and licking with her mouth muscle.

Spencer starts to find it hard to stay still having had a feel for her pussy and starts moving his hips against Angela’s mouth. With the sudden difficulty of keeping up with the movement of his hips, she leaves his member and once again straddles him. Her pussy is so wet and relaxed that he slips in easily at first. So she squeezes her pussy muscles tight to feel his hardness inside her. He arches his back and groans, and seems to only harden more while growing inside of more her. He reaches up and cups her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. It makes Angela moan with delight and she starts to move slowly up and down before leaning forward. Her hair falls across his face and chest as she moves. Spencer moves his pelvis with hers, giving the clue to the rhythm he desires and they start to spiral toward completion.

The rhythm becomes harder and faster. Spencer holds on to her hips and takes total control of speed and depth, slamming hard into her. Gasping, Angela forces his hands off her hips and he trembles as she grinds her weight down to keep him from thrusting. She makes tiny circles with her hips, keeping his cock deep inside, pressing her clit onto his pubic bone until she can feel the first shuddering waves of her orgasm start to wash over her. As it continues, Angela no longer cares what he is doing and Spencer grasps her hips again, making a few final thrusts to join her in a shuddering climax, both groaning in ecstasy. Finally, he lies still and spent. Angela falls onto his chest. Both are breathing hard, waiting until their breathing slows before she lets him slide out.

“I never thought I’d ever experience that with you again,” Angela says looking up and kissing his chin.

Spencer smiles down at her wordlessly and closes his eyes.

Several hours later, Spencer and Angela arrive at the seventeenth precinct. As predicted by Angela, Captain Terrigian is gone from his office. She leads Spencer through the precinct to the third floor where homicide is and no one bothers to think twice of asking anything about Spencer, or even stopping the two when they walk into Captain Terrigian’s office. Angela explained earlier that she and many of the other detectives would usually go in to drop something onto the captain’s desk and leave. With any luck, if anyone saw them go in they will assume they are doing just that.

So far they have been in the office for fifteen minutes and nobody has gotten nosy and come looking. Angela already closed the remaining blinds, giving them complete privacy while Spencer went to work on searching the computer using a special search program developed by the TDF.

“Anything yet?” Angela asks impatiently.

Spencer looks up from the screen with a sincere look on his face. “Give me a little time. I’m not even sure what I’m looking for and it could be anywhere if it is even here.”

“It’s there, I can assure you. Just hurry because we haven’t got all day,” she says with an unsteady smile.

The gesture troubles Spencer and he is about to question her about it when a ding from the program stops him from doing so.

“What is it?” Angela asks quickly.

Spencer chuckles at her enthusiasm. “The program I’m running has found a hidden program that contains hidden files that is used to transmit information over a secured line.”

“That’s it then!”

“It very well could be,” Spencer confirms.

“So open it and let’s see what it is,” Angela says anxiously.

“Alright, alright,” he says tapping the keyboard. “It’s password protected of course. Give me a few minutes or I should save the program.”

“That thing is awfully fancy,” she remarks peering over the top of the monitor down at the screen.

Spencer looks up at her and winks. “It should be. Our research department spent who knows how much making it and it’s probably better than anything the government has.”

“At least the right person is on the job then,” she says stepping back looking at her watch.

Puzzled, Spencer sits back in the chair folding his arms across his chest watching Angela. She suddenly has an almost nervousness settling over her that she is trying hard to keep covered by a collectedness. He is once again about to question her when the computer suddenly dings yet again.

Angela spins around to face him as he leans forward, already tapping keys on the keyboard. “It that it?”

Spencer smiles and says, “It is.” He moves the mouse to the single folder on the screen marked Black List and double clicks it. As soon as the folder opens the screen goes black, then a second later the screen flashes on and off several times before finally settling to black. “What the hell?”

“Is that supposed to happen?” Angela asks.

“If it is, it’s a new one on me,” Spencer says.

Suddenly the door to Terrigian’s office slams open with the police captain standing in the opening. “Actually it is,” he says. Angela’s hand reaches for her pistol, but Terrigian’s is already in his hand and he says, “Don’t.”