Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 18
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Bryant and Allyson flew separately from Jonathan Mayfield and two South Carolina State troopers. The judge had placed the videotape into evidence and immediately signed off on the extradition warrant. The Ohio governor's office agreed and Jonathan Mayfield was on his way to South Carolina to face first-degree murder charges.
Allyson's alma mater, Northwestern, was in Bloomington, Indiana, for a Big Ten Conference game with the Hoosiers and she wanted to go west to see the game. They would fly home late Saturday night.
"It'll be fun!" Allyson insisted.
"Don't you get enough of seeing dumb ass college kids at your job?" Bryant rejoined. Still, he consented to riding three hours in a rental car on Friday night. They stayed in a Marriott near the football stadium. Bryant blanched when he saw the cost of a room.
"We can share," Allyson suggested with a wink. She turned to the clerk before Bryant could answer. "Cancel his room and change mine to a room with two beds."
The clerk glanced to Bryant for confirmation.
"Yeah, fine," he said. He reached into his wallet and extracted four $20s for his half of the room. Allyson waved it away.
"You get dinner," she said. "I saw an advertisement for a martini bar. Come on; relax a little. You've worked your tail off to get that guy behind bars and now he's there. He's never getting out, Bryant. You've won."
"We still have the trial to get through," Bryant said. "And I still have two open cases I want to resolve."
Allyson handed over her credit card and filled out the registration.
"And you will," she said after she signed her name. The clerked handed over a keycard and directed them to a room on the second floor.
Both had brought enough clothing for a second day in court so Bryant carried their bags into the room. It was a lot nicer than the places he'd stayed in Point Pleasant, W.Va., and Cincinnati, he chuckled to himself.
Allyson was dressed in a pair of black pants, a white blouse and a gray jacket. She was already dressed for a night on the town. Bryant had changed into a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt.
"Get changed and let's get moving," Allyson told him. Bryant hadn't planned on entertaining while up north. He was left to choose from the suit he wore to court that morning and the one he'd brought to wear on Monday. Figuring his jeans and sweatshirt would hold up for the football game, he pulled out a charcoal pinstriped suit and headed to the bathroom.
Allyson let out a whistle when he reemerged.
"Why didn't you dress that way when we were married?" she asked.
"Because law school was setting us back $30,000 a year," he answered. "That put a crimp in my clothing budget."
Allyson kicked herself for bringing up a painful subject.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess so. Although I'm sure I made sure I looked like a professional. I was a total bitch, Bryant. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I let my head get turned."
"It's done with," Bryant said simply. "We're making things work now and that's all we can ask for."
"Is it?" Allyson wondered. "Is a professional relationship where we manage to speak to each other civilly the best we can hope for?"
"What do you want from me?" Bryant asked in a voice louder than he intended. He apologized for his tone before continuing. "Ally, do you know what my life was like after you left? I'll tell you. I got stuck working sixty hours a week because I had to pay part of your student loans. That's sixty hours a week on a beat in some of the highest-crime areas of the city. It's dangerous enough when you're out there eight hours at a time. But to be there twelve, well, the last four can get dicey. The second shooting? I wasn't even supposed to be on duty. I was working overtime to pay off your fucking loans when that crazy bastard beat the fuck out his girlfriend then came out of the house guns blazing. He missed killing me by maybe a foot.
"When they did the shooting work up, the trajectory of what they figured was his last bullet hit a telephone pole at head high right beside where I was standing. For two solid years, I worked an extremely dangerous job on little or no sleep because I was paying the freight for you. And that's after I paid the freight for you by doing the same God damned thing for three years before that. You dismissed me as casually as replacing a pair of shoes and I've had to live with that fact for a decade. Now you just want to act like that never happened? You want me to accept that you were blinded by delusions of grandeur; say 'that's just swell' and let it go?"
Bryant plopped heavily onto the bed.
"It's not okay, Allyson," he continued wearily. "It's not okay and I'm not ever going to put myself into that position with you again. So, yeah, a casual, tentative friendship and a civil, professional relationship is just about all we can look forward to."
Allyson closed her eyes for a moment before she nodded.
"I think I understand," she said. "I'm sorry – for what I've done and for what it means for us now. So you think we can still build a friendship?"
Bryant offered a small smile.
"I think we already are," he said.
The first face Bryant saw when he walked into the Emerald Cove Police Department caused him to stop and take a second look to make sure he hadn't missed something.
"I thought you were just going to walk past me without even saying hello," Holly Garvin said with a smile. She stood and offered a hand.
"I'd heard you were coming in next week," he said, shaking her small hand.
"I wanted to take a look at the community so I came down early," she said. "I called Chief Elliot Friday. She filled me in on what was going on in Cincinnati and offered to host my visit. I rode in with her this morning but she had to take a call."
"Well, come on back if you want," Bryant said. "I'll introduce you around to some of the people you'll be working with."
Holly walked beside Bryant through the doorway into the detective bureau. The area was much nicer than her digs in Huntington. The fact that the temperature was forty-five degrees in West Virginia and seventy-five in Emerald Cove was another plus.
A tall black woman stood when Bryant entered.
"Regina, this is Holly Garvin, a detective from up in West Virginia," Bryant said. "Holly, this is Detective First Grade Regina Post."
Post took a sharp look at Bryant. She hadn't expected the woman for another week. She was surprised when the chief laughed.
"Don't worry," he said. "I was as surprised as you are. Holly is just vacationing and taking a look around. Where's Jim? I figured I would have him show her around since he's lived here all his life."
Post frowned slightly.
"He's in Columbia at the Criminal Justice Academy," she said. "Carmen Lewin is up there with him."
"Oh, right," Bryant said. "Well, we'll figure out something. Do you want to show her around here? I have a couple of things I need to do."
"Sure thing, Chief," Post said. "She can sit in on our morning briefing. We got a hit on one of the yearbook pictures. I'm taking Marks with me out to talk to the girl this morning."
"Can I tag along?" Holly asked.
"No," Bryant said, shaking his head firmly. "You're not covered by our insurance – unless you want to sign on today."
Garvin laughed.
"Not just yet," she said. "I'm impressed by the community and your set up here. But I'm not ready to drink the Kool-Aid just yet. Still, I'd like to see how things work. I've never really watched another jurisdiction operate."
"Tell you what," Bryant said. "I will take you to lunch when they're heading out. If we happen to be in that vicinity – and it's okay with Detective Post, the suspect and, probably her attorney – we'll sit in."
Holly thought back to her interview in Huntington. Although it hadn't been formal by any stretch, this one was much more relaxed. In fact, everything in Emerald Cove was relaxed. Her only introduction to the city had been through its intense Chief of Detectives. But the beach-side city seemed to have a calming effect on even him. He had given her a quizzical look that almost had resembled a cartoon character when he's spotted her in the lobby and made the connection.
He hadn't turned around and come back. Instead he had stopped suddenly in the doorway, stood motionless for a heartbeat or two and poked his head back into the lobby. He looked at her for a moment before moving his head back through the doorway and then repeated the motion.
Then he had laughed along with the woman in the squad room and had spoken lightly with the others in the room.
"Why don't you handle the morning briefing while I take care of a couple of things, Regina?" he said. "You can fill me in on anything I miss afterward."
"Sure thing, Chief," Post said. "We have nothing new to discuss. I mean, we had no incidents over the weekend."
"Excellent," Bryant said with a smile.
"Wait!" Holly said. "You say you had no crimes committed over the weekend?"
Her face wore an incredulous look.
"We had no major crimes reported," Post confirmed. "We had a few arrests, all misdemeanors, according to the logs. One was a regular. He gets arrested once or twice a month for drunk and disorderly. He's never violent or anything. Mostly, well, mostly he just sits down in the middle of his street and sings – loudly and horribly – until one of our patrolmen scoops him up."
"So what are you investigating today?" Holly asked.
"That is a case from a couple of weeks ago," Post said. "We had a strong-armed robbery downtown. It's odd. The suspect is a girl who graduated near the top of her class last year. The only thing taken was a watch. I mean, she took the woman's purse but everything was found intact a few blocks away."
"Was the watch expensive?" Holly wondered.
"According to the victim, it was a 'keepsake'," Post said with a frown. "We'd probably turn it back to the patrols to handle if the suspect hadn't threatened the victim."
Holly nodded slightly and glanced toward Bryant. She didn't know if her input would be welcome. Then she considered the time they had worked together.
"The watch meant something to the suspect," she said finally.
Bryant's head jerked in her direction.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He hadn't spent much time considering the case. He had been focused on the Mayfield kid but the few times he did think about the robbery, something nagged at his mind.
"She took a 'keepsake'," Holly continued. "She didn't take cash or credit cards. I mean, I can see leaving a credit card behind, particularly if the girl is as smart as you say. But to leave cash? How much was it?"
"That's the thing that's bothered me," Post admitted. "The victim claimed she had taken $1,500 out of her account. We found $500 in her purse."
"So she did take some money," Holly said, disappointed that her theory was off-track.
"No," Post cut in. "The victim lied to us. We checked with the bank. She took $500 out that morning. It was still in the bank envelope. The suspect tossed the entire purse into the trash."
"So the watch was what the suspect was after," Holly said, brightening. "We need to figure out why the watch so was important to whoever stole it. Uh, sorry. That's what you need to figure out."
Bryant laughed.
"Well, I'm going to leave solving all the crimes in Emerald Cove to you two," he said. "I've got to visit with the City Council President and then with Chief Elliot. I'll see you both later."
Bryant wound up meeting with Jan and Steve at the same time. Jan met him outside the city offices and went inside with him, avoiding all questions along the way.
"Chiefs," Linda Roberts said brightly when they entered. "Come on back. Steve is expecting you."
Linda led the duo past Steve's office and into the conference room where Bryant had first interviewed, four months earlier.
It wasn't the location that gave Bryant pause. It was the other occupants of the room.
The entire City Council was present, along with two members from the Chamber of Commerce, the district judge and a reporter from the local newspaper.
He gave Jan a meaningful glance but she had moved to the opposite side of the room to stand beside Linda. Bryant wondered if she had just led him to his execution without even a warning. Then he considered that she 'had' warned him.
Steve Curtis appeared happy, though, and the others in the room were smiling along with Steve. The city council president made his way to Bryant, extending his hand and putting a companionable hand on the bigger man's shoulder as he greeted him.
He maneuvered Bryant to the front of the room almost effortlessly, despite the fact that Bryant was half a foot taller and 50 pounds heavier than the city executive. He was standing beside Steve at the front of the room before he even recognized that Steve had led him up there.
"When I first interviewed Chief Hawkins, I doubted we would be able to get him down here," Steve announced. "He was over-qualified for what we wanted but after one conversation, I decided he would be perfect for the job. Of course, my assistant, Linda Roberts, began extolling his virtues before I even saw his resume – but that's a story for another time."
The others in the room chuckled slightly.
"I met Chief Hawkins for the first time in this very room," Steve continued. "I had pondered whether I should be truthful with him about the problems this department faced. I decided if I could get him down here – let him meet the fine people who live here and work here – he might just overlook the fact he was overqualified and the reality of the situation the job entailed."
He turned to Bryant.
"That's not the way I normally do business," Steve said. "But I got a good feeling from you when we talked on the phone. First of all, you didn't minimize the situations you've found yourself in during the past. I had spoken to twelve or fifteen others about this job. But when it came time to do some research, I found what they'd told me didn't always add up with the facts. I didn't have that problem with you. If anything, you overstated your responsibility for the shootings. That told me that you are a standup guy. You're the type of man we need here, because of all the words I could use to describe the former officers of Emerald Cove, 'standup' would not be one of them."
Steve turned back to face the rest of the room.
"I put a lot of faith in Chief Hawkins," he said. "And he has not let us down. He not only cleaned up the detective bureau but he helped us bring in the first truly professional chief of police that we've ever had. Before I continue with Chief Hawkins, I want to address Chief Elliot for a moment. This ceremony is just as much about her as it is about Bryant Hawkins."
Jan was startled. She had been asked to bring Bryant back for a brief pat on the back from the citizens of Emerald Cove. She wasn't prepared to be a part of the festivities. She heard Linda laugh beside her.
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PART II "There, look!" "Where?" "Next to Ron Weasley of course!" "Wearing the glasses? It can't be!" "Did you see what he looks like now?" "Yeah I know, creepy isn't it?" Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left the abandoned girls lavatory three weeks before. He is still a girl. People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring, gaping at the new female Harry. He wished they wouldn't but at...
EPILOGUE Harry lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist. He was more than a disembodied thought because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore, he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too. Almost as soon as he had reached this...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 29: Combat Finals ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THAT NIGHT WITH Caireen in her castle she cuddled me, fed me, cuddled me, fed me, and cuddled some more; all while I continued teething in her world too. She turned the baby treatment on full blast, but I didn't honestly mind it that much with how miserable my mouth felt! Each time I nursed from her though, I felt stronger, and by the time she changed me and nursed me that night my...
Foreword: In 2016 I began posting this story, Emerald Princess, set in the Whateley Universe. Real life happened, along with a major case of writer's block, and I stalled out in the middle of Chapter 21. Several people have tried to get me to return to this since I stopped, but I just could never get my head back into the story. Finally a new friend, Chloe, badgered me enough I decided to take another look at it. As a result I have managed to finish the full novel, which is...
PART IV For a moment, nothing happened and the full feeling was freed from her mind. She thought she had beaten The Emerald Curse. Suddenly, the amulet chain tightened and began to squeeze tightly on her throat. She tried to pull it off as it dug into her skin but it was much too strong. She trashed about the place, gasping for air, wrenching and choking. "The old man must DIE!" screamed Alys. "Arrrrrgh!" croaked Heather, pleading for Alys to stop. She started to feel woozy and...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 26: Breaches ++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE NEXT WEEK at the daycare passed by without anything significant happening - just more boring time spent pretending to be a helpless baby. In Caireen's world I had watched several attempts at breaching the wall, but I was proud that nothing Camulus and his forces had tried had even scratched it so far! Our special forces groups had been reinforced with another hundred men, and continued to...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
It was my green night. I don't know why, I just like the color. My husband, Terry, was tying his bowtie in the mirror. His white cotton button-down and black slacks fit him well. The vee of his red and black suspenders widened at his broad shoulders and matched the black tie of his tuxedo perfectly. We did this probably three times per year for the last three years. It had to be the biggest event. It had to be the richest people. We didn't really run in those circles, but that's probably how we...
ExhibitionismRandi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
My lovers are always surprised, sometimes even shocked, at the overwhelming strength and duration of my orgasms. I never reveal the true reason, that would truly be shocking.It was July 1st. We’d arrived at my grandparents' farm the night before. It was thrilling to be back in Transylvania where I grew up. My parents and I had left when I was eight to emigrate to the United States for a better life. Now, at twenty-two, this was my graduation present, the one I’d longed for. My memories of the...
Monster SexWell at long last here we are! I last posted a chapter of this in February of 2017. I had some real life things that came up then and I just couldn't ever get my head back in the space to write this again! It's always bothered me that I didn't finish it... but Exchanged, Diamond Tours, Seems Too Good, Undercover Tour, and another novel under a different pen name all ended up coming out and I couldn't do anything with this one! (This particular chapter has sat half-finished for much of...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 22: Preparations ++++++++++++++++++++ I RUBBED MY eyes as I woke up in my crib in Caireen's castle. I felt sore as I pushed myself to my feet, and discovered my diaper was already messy. I gave into my inner infant and began crying for Caireen. Fortunately, she didn't make me wait long before she gathered me into her arms and hugged me. "Shh..." She bounced me gently in her arms as she walked to the changing table and laid me down. My...
100% fiction! Whilst Emerald Bay was working at her job as a Care Assistant, she was talking to one of her work Colleagues about sunbeds her colleague told her about a local hair salon which had a sun capsule. So the next day when Emerald Bay had her day of work and Emeraldbay paid a visit to the salon and booked a sun capsule session of 35 Mins at the rate of £25.00,after the session was booked Emerald Bay was in the sun capsule every other day then going of to the local bar for a Latte or a...
First Time"So that's how you became like this?" asked Annabel, "No, that's how I became an air headed, sex-crazed bimbo that the stereotype expects. It took years to become who I am today. On that day, when I saw Lester for the first time as Lulu, I wasn't thinking of trying to escape, or even trying to think clearly. My goals were simple, to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible because masturbation pales in comparison to having as many cocks inside you as you can get your hands on. I...
As in many criminal trials, the defense had the option of waiting until the close of the case in chief (another name for the prosecution's parade of testimony and evidence) to deliver its opening statement. Wyatt Quinn stood in front of the assembled jurors with his hands in the pockets of his Brooks Brothers suit. He didn't have a picture of the victim or any other prop with him. He would use his words to sway the jury to his side of the argument. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he...