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My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender.

It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had finished lunch. We were working on an older murder that had gone cold, but there had been new information disclosing a previously unknown witness and it had to be checked out today. We never closed a homicide file without an arrest.

Today was the end of our week in the barrel, expected to take all new homicides reported unless we were overwhelmed. We had been lucky, this was our first new one for the week.

“Unit ten one zero four, reported 804 on the fourth floor parking garage, 1027 North State. Uniforms on the scene. Medical Examiner (ME) in route.”

My partner, Tom, replied, “10-4, ten one zero four in route.”

“Well, wonder what we have now Becca? Put some speed on so we get there before they have a chance to totally fuck up the scene. You never know who’s going to be in charge til we get there.”

I flipped on the lights and siren, accelerating and began to weave around traffic as it cleared for us. We were close, so it only took about five minutes and we were squealing up the round entrance ramp to the fourth floor. Landing on four, we saw the blue lights flashing down at the end and headed there.

We found two uniform cars parked, the officers standing, talking with a white male. He turned out to be the person that had found the victim, a white female appearing to be in her thirties, dressed for a night out. She was laying across the front seats of a new, black BMW M6 Coupe. He had only found her because the car attracted him and he went to check it out. Upon looking in the drivers window, he saw her body and called the police.

The officers found the drivers side window open, determined she had been dead for some time, and called it in. They had taken the man’s statement so we let him leave. As he was leaving, the ME and a forensic unit were pulling up. The victim was face down, wrists and ankles bound with duck tape. No injuries visible from that position. Forensics took pictures and then the ME was cleared to remove her from the car. She was carefully transferred from the vehicle to a standard black body bag.

The ME’s initial, superficial exam was that she had been beaten and possibly suffered a heart attack. There was a fish hook through each nipple connected to a taser that had been hidden by her body. Someone had ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra down. There was one set of taser marks clearly visible on her neck, probably used to put her down the initial time. Everything still depended on the autopsy. Even in her condition, it was obvious that she had been a wealthy, elegant and titillating woman.

They put her in the van and the ME left for the morgue. Just another job to him.

Closer examination of the car revealed her purse, which had been hidden from view under her. The vehicle registration and her drivers license indicated she was Sharon Weathers, thirty five years old, living at an exclusive address off Michigan Avenue. She had business cards that identified her as the Marketing Vice President for a large national corporation headquartered in our city. Talk about a high stress job.

Forensics would finish their work and tow the car to their storage/examination area. We called for a warrant and headed for the victim’s condo. As we arrived at her condo, the duty supervisor advised that the warrant had been issued. We found the building manager on duty, identified ourselves and had him let us in the unit, thanking him and gently pushing him out the door.

It was decorated in a very modern style and was extremely neat and clean. It almost looked like no one lived there but she obviously did. Her bedroom closet was full of designer clothes. One room was an office that was clearly well used, but kept in very organized condition. Her computer was open, but access was locked, something else for the forensic guys. They were coming to take pictures and dust for prints, so they could take that with them.

We did find a high security wall safe. We had searched the unit thoroughly and found nothing to indicate the combination so we called for a locksmith. When he arrived, he said he would have to drill it. It was the only way to open a safe of this type without the combination. We tried the obvious ones, birth date, phone numbers, etcetera, but no luck, so we told him to drill.

What we found was a diary and some electronic equipment. It turned out that her bedroom was very expertly and surreptitiously wired for video and sound. The various pieces of equipment in the safe were the recording devices. The wiring had been brought in through the rear of the safe where it would never have been found without removing a securely mounted, several hundred pound safe. Also in the safe were some mini portable voice recording devices and DVDs from the video recorder. All of this was collected by forensics for examination in the very near future.

Her desk contained bills and other routine, expected household files plus some work related files. We took it all. Nothing else of interest was found in her condo, so we left it to forensics to finish their work. We started the routine of finding out about her life, co-workers, parents, spouse, children, friends, and neighbors. Those and more had to be located and interviewed. Someone wanted her dead and we had to find the reason and the culprit.

We could find no living relative or children. Co-workers said she was a type-A personality, who worked long and hard. Neighbors said she seemed to have many male and female friends but they did not know them. No one had been invited into her unit.

I went home to my husband Keith that night horny as a feral cat. A psychologist or psychiatrist would probably find me perverted in some way, but after every new homicide, especially of a woman, I was tremendously turned on. Not by the death, but the excitement of a new chase.

He knew it as soon as I came in the door. “Want to skip dinner?”

“God yes. Take me to bed and fuck me! Make me scream and cum til I have nothing left.”

And so it began. I am 5'5", 125, light brown hair and eyes, 34C boobs that Keith loves and I try hard to downplay at work. He is 6' even, 180, sandy hair and green eyes and a cock that knocks my socks off every time I see it. We had been married for eight years and he knew every button to push. I tore off my clothes and was spreadeagled on the bed, waiting for him to ravish me. My sopping creamy pussy was aching for his cock and he did not disappoint.

He held me tight, kissing my neck and rubbing his dick up and down my kitty until he was covered with my essence. Then with a slight change in angle, he plunged without pause, as deep as he could go. I screamed in my first orgasm as he almost hit my cervix. I knew this would be a fast and energetic session.

He wasted no time in pounding me as fast and hard as he could, his balls smacking my ass. I was quickly lost in orgasms, one following another in a continuously more rapid pace. He was panting like a race horse, I was gasping for breath, no longer able to scream. His body stiffened and strained, his cock began to pulse out his lustful torrid spunk. My body went into one last quivering orgasm as he collapsed on me and then gradually rolled off, both of us dripping from our exertion, gasping for breath, hearts hammering.

After we both calmed down, he said, “So tell me about your new case. I can’t wait to hear all the nitty gritty,” as he gently played with my nipples.

We had been through this many times, but it still always excited both of us. I told him what I knew, which was not much at that point, but he always listened intently, offering insightful suggestions. Being a prosecutor did give him a certain advantage.

We arose to shower and make dinner. I noticed a large love bite appearing on my right boob. “I told you never to do that to me!” I yelled.

“Sorry Babe, I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I will be more careful in the future, but you just almost ask for it with your passion and ardor!”

Dinner was simple, frozen meals and a bottle of wine. We talked more about our day and then fell in bed, exhausted and happy, sleeping like newborns. We woke up on Sunday ready for more. We had a quickie and went on to enjoy our day off, but the new case was always in the back of my mind.

Monday, back to my routine work. In only a few days, our view into Ms. Weathers's life took an interesting turn. We were able to view her stored videos and listen to her stored verbal recordings. She had led quite the interesting and unusual life. The recordings went back at least five years. So she was about thirty when the recordings started and already in a well-paid management position at her company.

The videos showed she was into all kinds of sex. Everything from plain vanilla sex to bisexual action and kinky bondage, domination and sadomasochism. Depending on her partner, she had both men and women, she played submissive and dominant roles. She also had multiple partners on occasion. All these people were possible suspects and we would need to try to identify and interview as many of them as possible.

Forensic techs were given the job of extracting the most identifiable facial views of all the different people in her videos and running them through the national data bases for facial recognition. Hits started to come back quickly. We paired the names with the videos and examined them closer for any possible clues. We selected four videos for a closer, first time look as suspects.

In the first video we watched as Ms. Weathers entered the bedroom dressed in tight, black shiny leather thigh high boots with at least four inch heels. She also wore a bustier made of the same material, her cleavage displayed to its maximum advantage. She was holding a leash made out of chain. On the other end was a leather collar around the neck of a man crawling on his hands and knees. She had a riding crop that she was using to whip his ass and urge him along.

He reached the bed where she told him to climb up like the dog that he was. “You are a dog aren’t you? You do deserve punishment don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m a bad dog. I need to be punished. Whip me as you wish but please fuck my ass! I desperately need you to fuck me.”

She stood on the bed behind him, whipping his ass until it turned extremely red. It was easy to hear the hiss of the crop going through the air and the smack as it hit his ass. It looked like there might have been a bit of blood drawn. He never cried, he just begged for more saying how much he deserved it.

She disappeared briefly and then returned wearing a strap-on cock. She lubed the dildo and then plunged into him. His gasp was quite audible. His cock, which had shrunk significantly from the whipping, began to grow. She kept up a strong pace into him and he began to react as you would expect from sexual arousal. It did not take long before it was clear he was fully hard and not long after that you could hear, “Oh Mistress, Yes! I am going to cum!”

He ejaculated on the bed, collapsed forward and turned over. He was instantly recognizable. He was Jacob Stein, a prominent Alderman representing the Ward where her company was located.

“Now get out of my bed and out of my house! I am expecting your vote on the ordinance that we want to go our way. I can count on that, correct?”

He jumped up and whimpered, “Yes Mistress. You know I always try to do everything I can to help you.” With that he scurried out of the picture and she was not far behind.

Nothing surprised me anymore. I looked at my partner and we both said at the same time, “First suspect!”

There were more than twelve separate videos of the Alderman, all of similar type. He clearly needed the whipping and the ass fucking. There was no agreement or exchange of information on each session, sometimes he just received what he needed with apparently nothing in return.

They cued up the next video that was identifiable and started it. Ms. Weathers and another woman entered the bedroom, both only wearing panties, thongs actually. The room was darker than in the previous video.

Both women were holding hands and turned to each other, locking in an embrace and an obviously deep, sensual kiss. Finally the embrace relaxed but the kiss continued as they both reached for each other’s nipples. Gentle caresses followed, the moaning was audible. The unknown woman carefully broke the kiss and began to slowly drop to her knees, kissing and licking as she did. Once all the way down she leisurely pulled down Weathers thong and then was swift to get her mouth on her pussy.

Both women were obviously enjoying the action. Weathers eventually pulled the woman up and pulled her thong off. They fell onto the bed and rapidly arranged themselves into the classic 69 position. Weathers was on top, both had their legs spread wide. The hunger and sighing of their sexual desire came through clearly. You could see both their bodies strain and stiffen at the same time. Shortly we heard the screams of their orgasms.

They then almost immediately went into a tribbing position and began moderately rubbing their pussies together. Rather rapidly their speed increased. You could see the sweat appear on their bodies from the effort. You could hear the soaked, squishing sounds their pussies were making as they rubbed together.

In a matter of minutes they both came but continued the action through another series of orgasms. They stopped and moved head to head on the bed and engaged in more tender, delicate kissing and breast caressing. Finally, the unknown woman turned her head to give a very clear, full face view.

“Jenn, you know I need the info on what your company is planning on the acquisition that we’re both contenting to be awarded.”

“Don’t worry Sharon, I have the complete package in my case in the other room. I planned on leaving it with you as a surprise.”

“You are my surprise Jenn, my world would not be complete without you! There’s nothing better than the two of us together like this. I love you so much. Maybe one day it can be public, but we both have to think of our careers and futures. It must be our secret”

“You are right Sharon, but I miss this so much! My husband can never know we meet or what we do!”

They had more general conversation about their lives. We suspected that everything Sharon said was a fiction.

Software had identified the victim’s partner as Marie Bennett, the General Counsel of a competing company not headquartered in the city. She must travel here fairly often, accurate frequency was unknown at this point.

My partner and I laughed, “Second suspect!”

There were fourteen videos of Ms. Bennett and the victim. Each one analogous to this one. Always a package of some kind left for Weathers; always the very passionate lovemaking.

They had one more video ready to cue up so we told them to get it going. This time she came into the bedroom with a handsome, well-dressed man. They both had drinks in their hands and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed chatting and enjoying their drinks. They acted like old friends who were very comfortable with each other.

When they finished their drinks, they both stood and calmly undressed. They kissed and hugged like long time lovers. She got on her knees to suck him, his sighing and moaning was easily heard. She was quite accomplished, she easily performed deep throat, eliciting even more sounds of pleasure.

It looked like he was close to cumming when she quit and pulled him to the bed, laying down with her legs spread wide. He promptly pounced on the opening she provided and began devouring her pussy. Her reaction was quite verbal. “Yes Bob, suck me, eat me, work it! I need a good work out tonight!” She was definitely into this guy.

He orally made her cum several times and then mounted her, easily driving into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around him. Even though he had the beginnings of grey hair, he was full of vigor and strength. The more he battered her puss the more she screamed, loving every moment of her penetration. He extracted several more orgasms from her before he was obviously ready to release his sticky, creamy fluid to her. He quickly pulled out of her and bounded up to her mouth, where she took in every drop, smiling as she licked and swallowed it all.

They were both exhausted. He rolled onto his back, giving us a clear view of his face. He was Bill Hughes, the Chief Technology Officer (CTO) for her company. This did not look like her other encounters; this looked like true romance. However, he was married with two children, both teenagers.

“We need to talk to him but he doesn’t look real good for it at this point,” I said and my partner agreed. Also there was no indication of illegal conduct between them. Mrs. Hughes, however,would not be too happy.

As we were getting ready to view yet another of her sexual relations, the ME called saying she was about to start the autopsy and asked if we wanted to attend. We told her we would be there directly. We asked the techs to hold the rest of the videos, we would be back and then left for the ME’s office.

Upon arriving, she had already started. She gave us the following information as she proceeded with the autopsy: Ms. Weathers had two taser marks on her neck that had most likely incapacitated her; her under-arm and pubic hair had all been removed by laser treatment; the fish hooks in her nipples, used to transmit the shocks, were the smallest made and were barb-less, meaning they could easily be removed with no tissue damage; there was evidence, but not conclusive, of prior piercing of her nipples, probably by the same or similar type hooks; no evidence of rape, but they did find trace amounts of semen in her mouth and throat. Initial toxicology reports were negative for any controlled or otherwise suspicious substances. Further tests would be run, but it was doubtful they would show anything abnormal.

The taser gun that was hidden by her body and connected to the fish hooks in her nipples, had most likely cause her death. She was fairly positive, due to body markings from struggling against the duck tape, that she had been tortured and had either purposefully or accidentally been killed by over use of the taser. The medical term was excited delirium, basically meaning cardiac arrest. It was ruled a homicide. We thanked her as she was removing Weathers heart for further testing, saying we would look forward to her final report and appreciated her interim findings.

We took the taser from her to put into evidence and for forensic testing. We hurried back to the station to view the remaining DVD’s of interest. We arrived in time to see the remaining ones with identifiable persons.

In the next video, a naked female walked into the bedroom followed by Weathers in her bra and panties. The woman lay on the bed, which had been covered in towels. Her wrists and ankles already enclosed by leather cuffs, so that she could be tied and stretched out. Weathers attached rope to all four cuffs and pulled her out tight, leaving her fully exposed and helpless. She then gagged and blindfolded her. The woman, whose identity was obvious by this time, lay totally complacent, as if she knew what was coming.

Weathers disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared with a Hitachi vibrator. She gleefully sprung on the bed, landing between her legs and immediately applied the buzzing Hitachi to the woman’s twat. The pitch of the vibrator’s thrumming changed as she changed how hard or gentle she held it against her. The woman instantly began to scream and tried to twist and contort away from the non-stop stimulation. Her muffled screams were clearly audible. Weathers kept the vibrator ceaselessly in place on her pussy, taking time every once in awhile to reach up and tweak her nipples, obviously very hard.

It was unmistakable that the woman had begun to cum almost continuously. Her fighting had slowed as she sunk more and more into the absence of her physical awareness and gave her body to the enthrallment of the orgasms being extracted from her body.

She was Jean Ford, the married administrative assistant to the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) and Board of Directors of her company. Weathers removed the gag when the woman was obviously gasping for breath and could no longer even scream, but kept up the power and domination of the Hitachi until she was totally senseless.

Weathers finally stopped, took off her blindfold, untied her and waited for her to regain her senses. She was soaking from her sweat and the fluid she had expelled from her vagina. When she finally became lucid, she held up her arms and Weathers embraced her. They both lay on their sides for several minutes, not a word passing between them. Eventually the woman told her how much she loved her and her ability to bring her to the unimaginable sexual states she always generated in her.

“Don’t worry Sharon, just like always, I brought the last transcripts of the Board meetings. Anything else that you need and I can give is yours. Just ask.”

The other ten videos of them together were very close in sexual content and always ended with the passing of Board transcripts. There was more unexceptional talk but that those few sentences were the important phrases.

“Suspect number three,” we both said, almost reading each other’s thoughts.

Onto the last video we had culled from the group. Weathers walked into the bedroom naked followed by the guy who was also naked. She turned and stared to say something unintelligible to him when he slapped her across the face.

“Get on the bed bitch. You know what I want.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and sucked his cock until he slapped her again, twice across the face. Leaving reddish marks on each cheek.

“Get on your hands and knees, now!”

She quickly complied, offering her pussy and ass to him. His large cock was already hard. He positioned himself behind her, slapping her ass numerous times, leaving it bright red. Then he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he swiftly impaled her with his cock. She gasped in some combination of pain and pleasure. Instantly, he began to pummel her pussy fast and hard. Her screams were easily heard.

“Take it you bloodsucker! Tell me how much you want it like this!”

“I need this. I deserve this. Smack me, torment me, torture me! Fuck my undeserving pussy. Oh god yes! I am cumming. Spank my ass!”

After slapping her ass during her orgasm, he quickly switched to fucking it, no lube, just straight in deep. “Ohhhhh god, my ass, yes, do my ass, teach me a lesson! Fuck me hard and deep, I need and deserve it! Harder, Deeper! Oh Fuck I am cumming again!”

His body stiffened and soon it was obvious he came in her ass. He pulled out, still dripping and threw her to the bed.

“Remember this for next time! You are a slutty, depraved bitch who needs to be treated as I deal with you,” he snarled at her.

“I am what you say. I crave your subjugation of me,” she whimpered to him.

She continued to lie there, cum running out of her ass. He got up and left, leaving us a good picture of him but we had not been able to identify him as of yet. We agreed he was the most likely suspect, but who was he? Maybe one of the others would know. There were quite a few other videos featuring this guy and they all involved him beating, tying, torturing and otherwise inflicting what seemed to be severe pain on her.

Weathers had quite a few other sexual liaisons with different people but they all seemed very consensual and desired by both parties. She was an extremely sexually complicated woman. She had an astounding range of sexual practices. Did she have multiple personalities or was it possible that she was so wanton that she absolutely enjoyed everything we had observed?

We discussed the remaining persons seen in the videos. None of them stood out as close associates or any others that would have a motive for killing her.

We needed to start interviewing the three major suspects we had identified. We started with Jacob Stein, the Alderman. Knowing his political position high in the hierarchy of the party, we decided on as gentle an approach as possible. I called his office and made an appointment for my partner and I to see him without getting specific, even thought the person on the other end of the phone was insistent. A personal matter I told her.

I had conducted hundreds of such interviews but this one was different. I could not get the mental images out of my head of him being ass fucked by Weathers. I was sexually aroused. I felt the heavy dampness in my panties. I knew my nipples were harder than normal. They showed when I purposefully wore bras to hide them. This case made me feel things I had never felt in previous investigations. I tried to push that all to my hidden, inner mind. This required my full concentration.

We interviewed him at his office to make it very comfortable. He claimed a very casual knowledge of Ms. Weathers even when pushed a bit. We finally had to use the pictures. His face and whole demeanor immediately dropped. He wanted to know where we had obtained these. We ignored his questions and went on with our own, explaining this was a murder investigation and if he was not directly involved, nothing had to become public if he cooperated with us and quietly resigned. We could persuade the District Attorney that was the best course of action for all involved.

He broke and told us everything, including his sexual involvement and votes that he ‘may have possibly’ approved to her benefit. After an extensive interview, it was clear he was not the killer. He actually had a good alibi for that night, but he may have knowledge about why someone would want her dead.

Our next interview was set with Bill Hughes, the CTO of her company. Before leaving to meet him, I went to the restroom. I could feel my panties were getting wetter and wetter. The sexual scenes I had witnessed and our discussions had gotten to me. I always carried at least one tampon just in case... This time I used it to hold back any more fluid that could cause a very embarrassing wet spot in a critical area. I also called Keith, gave him a quick overview of my day so far and what I wanted tonight. He was looking forward he assured me.

This interview caused me some of the same thoughts that mentally and physically affected me, but they were not as strong. This involved ‘regular’ or ‘normal’ sex. It was easy to push back the thoughts.

Off to our interview of Mr. Hughes. At first general questions about his role and her role in the company. She did not work for him but they were good friends and they collaborated on some projects. When the questions became more intimate, he denied any personal relationship, strictly business. We had to show him the video.

The blood drained out of his face. He started to cry saying how much he loved her and now she was gone. It turned out their strictly business relationship had progressed much farther. He was in love and thinking of leaving his wife. He obviously did not know about all facets of Weathers life. After more questioning we left him to his grief with assurances his role would be kept quiet if at all possible.

We stopped by Human Resources to get a copy of her personal file to review for possible leads. We also had an appointment with Rafael Bondi, the President and CEO of the company. He was Weathers’ direct supervisor. He had nothing but good things to say about her personally and her work skills and ethics. There was no reason at this point to bring up the sexual information we possessed, so we thanked him and said we would be in touch as things developed. He did know she had no family and offered to make any funeral arrangements that were necessary. We told him to talk to the ME about those arrangements.

We were done for the day and heading back to the station to write reports and get home as soon as possible. I personally could not wait. All those thoughts I had pushed back and restrained we coming forth. I needed Keith terribly!

Keith met me at the door with a glass of wine and a big kiss. I was so happy to see him! I took the wine into the bathroom. I had to remove the tampon and I needed a quick shower even though I planned on getting very sweaty very soon. I wanted to smell very enticing for him.

I was quickly back to the kitchen with my wine, wearing only a light shear robe. He was enticed! So much so, that his hands were all over me, a much welcome feeling. We ate a light meal and took our unfinished wine to the bedroom. My robe dropped as we entered the room. Before my arrival he had changed into shorts and a tee shirt, which I quickly peeled off him. He sat on the bed as I took to my knees in front of him and began to devour his beautiful cock! Holding his balls, I licked well known ground and sucked him deeply.

My body immediately began to relax. I could feel the tension of the day drain away and my pussy, that was wet all day, was now sopping wet. He tried to lift me up but as much as I wanted to fuck, I needed to just suck him and relax more. He understood me and just relaxed himself.

“Okay big boy, get on that bed, I’m more than ready for you!”

He leaned back and pulled himself up, staying on his back, cock straight up. I was hastily up on top, straddling him and easing myself down on his luscious organ. He put his arms straight up and I reached for and locked onto his hands, my hips beginning their back and forth movement. My clit grinding into him, my juice running out of me and onto his balls.

“Oh god I love this! I am going to cum, don’t let me fall! Ohhhh Yes, Now!”

My pussy began convulsing as the orgasm spread through me. My arms were shaking, more juice running out, hips seeming to move without my control. Soon I was overtaken by another climax. I could not hold myself up, collapsing on his chest, cock still in me.

“Hold me Baby, just hold me and then roll me over and pound me!”

He prepared to do as I asked. He went and retrieved three condoms. After opening each one, he laid them on the edge of the bed, within his easy reach. I knew what that meant. He always used a condom to ass fuck me, so that he could quickly remove it and dive back in my pussy. It was a sanitary issue to protect me.

Soon my legs were up by my shoulders and he was hammering my puss, fast and deep! I knew he would switch soon and he did. He had it down to an art. In seconds he drove into my ass with the same pounding urgency.

“I am cumming! Yes, Do it, Fuck my ass! Ahhhhhh!”

A few seconds and back to my pussy. Battering it, his balls hitting my recently used ass, he coerced another orgasm from me. He switched holes again, another climax! Back to my puss, still hitting me hard.

I knew he would cum soon and I was not disappointed. I felt his hot, creamy seed pulse deep in me. His shooting triggered yet another orgasm from me. It did not slow him down. He stayed hard, breathing so hard he could not talk, he kept it up until I came again and then he collapsed. Gasping for breath, he said, “I love you so much! You mean everything to me!” I smothered him with kisses as our bodies slid on each other and his cum began to leak out of my pussy, dripping slowly to the bed.

We eventually showered together, making sure all our special areas were extra clean. I slept like a baby until the alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. I wanted to get an early jump on the day. The quicker homicides are acted on, the quicker they are solved.

Before I left the house that morning, recalling my feelings from yesterday, I was proactive and inserted a tampon just to be safe. I suspected that I might really need it to safeguard me after the feelings I had experienced the day before.

I had a message waiting from forensics, they had identified the fingerprints on the taser. The belonged to a Gordon Nealey, an analyst working overnight had determined he was the Art Director for a large ad agency in the city that was largely responsible for all the advertising done by Weathers's company. Maybe bingo!

We had an appointment with Jean Ford at Weathers's company that morning and although it was unlikely she was the killer, especially now knowing about Nealey, we felt we should talk to her so we kept the appointment. It was for 9 a.m. and we did not expect it to take long.

On the way over, I called Nealey’s company and asked for him. I wasTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.