Gameplayer
Copyright© 2005 by Tony Stevens
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - You're a sheriff's deputy in a small southern town. How do you deal with a wealthy sociopath who's traveling under the radar?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Heterosexual MaleDom Rough Humiliation Exhibitionism Voyeurism Slow Violence
Sunday, June 27, 9:20 p.m.
On the way back to town, Sam used the cellular phone to call Butler Brown at his home, seeking an update on the coroner's findings.
"I'm calling from the car, Butler. What can you tell me? Keep in mind that I don't want this to show up on WENC radio just yet." Sam's distrust of cellular phones was well-known within law enforcement circles.
"Well, several things, Sam. First of all, the camera didn't do it. I've talked to Raleigh, and me 'n them concur that the bump on her head was caused by the camera, but it wasn't a killing blow."
"What was?"
"Drowned."
"In two inches of water?"
"Well, we know she had some help. Why don't you come on by here, Sam? I don't feel comfortable talking to you in riddles. Anyhow, you can get a brain tumor from them damned phones. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back to town from talking to witnesses near the scene. You sure it's O.K., I come by there?"
"'Course it's O.K. We'll make you up some coffee."
"Butler? 'You mind, heating me up some leftovers? Anything. I just realized I haven't remembered to eat all day, and now I'm feeling it."
"Mary Anne will microwave you some second-day beef stew," Brown replied. "It's better the second day. 'Make a new man out of you."
"Thanks, Butler. 'See you shortly."
Butler Brown lived in Cramer Forest, near the Twin Rivers Country Club. It was a prosperous but unpretentious neighborhood bordering on the smaller of the two rivers. A bank of floodlights lit up the Brown's entire front lawn. Brown and his wife met Sam at the door.
Beef stew and coffee were waiting, and Mary Anne, after briefly fussing over the kitchen table, discreetly disappeared.
Sam asked for everything Brown could tell him about the autopsy and evidence examinations being conducted in Twin Rivers or in Raleigh.
"Well, the state police got the camera to Raleigh quick enough, but nobody up there saw fit to call in a technician on a Sunday to run tests on it. I spoke to an evidence man serving as telephone duty officer up there for the weekend. 'Guy named Greeley. He had the patrolman bring the damned camera to him at his home, for Christ's sake! 'Lazy bastard.
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