Rigor MortisChapter 2
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It was a surprise decision made by those above my paygrade to have a joint task force meeting at the Attorney General’s office early Monday morning to discuss the plan of attack and to share intelligence on the current status of the case. Somehow, my Uncle had decided I would be the one to represent his office and our contribution to the evidence against the cartel running the Dirty Cop project.
For the first time, I was unsure of my Uncle’s motivation in selecting me because I knew I was on a lot of shit lists floating around and some nasty things were being said behind my back in response to my success in digging up the dirt on a bunch of guys working in Internal Affairs and getting a paycheck from the mob as well.
Of course, I took Julie along with me to keep me sorted out with the details of our investigation. She was in the late stages of her pregnancy now and was moving slowly at best. Her ability to even get up and down in a chair was like watching the Three Stooges at a Saturday Matinee.
I was forced to smile thinking about how limber she was still in bed and she was able to position her body for all sorts of sexual congress that my depraved mind dwelt on in the privacy of our little bedroom at the office. I often would help her in and out of the tub because she acted like a beached whale at those times. I found it to be sexually stimulating and we probably took a lot longer to wash her than if she was able to do it by herself.
Brenda was there with her little entourage and she was in full glory as she issued instructions in a drill sergeant’s voice of authority tapping the desk top with her delicate hand to accentuate her need for promptness.
Her skirt was as short and as tight as ever and she looked delicious in her spiked heels that managed to keep her posture straight and her ass looking perky and ready for action.
I knew that Julie was not happy to see her sitting there like she owned the room but she had plenty of clout and it was not advisable to confront her about any issue unless one was completely prepared to fight it to the finish.
I could look back and see her desire to be on top was merely an expression of her need for control and that she could no more change her personality than a tiger could lose their stripes with a swish of her tail.
Of course, it was the FBI that gave the first presentation.
We all were acutely aware of their bureau chief’s position on breaking the back of organized crime and his sordid way of changing the rules of the game to suit his own purposes whenever it was necessary.
The director of the FBI was almost a God in the law enforcement field and he had a secretive approach to taking down criminals that the general public found to be exactly what the doctor ordered to maintain balance in the fight against crime.
When Brenda was on top and we were screwing, I was never certain if it was me screwing her or her screwing me. Still, I never objected because the end result was a tingle that haunted my memory banks even when we were far apart and no longer an item.
They had made the murders separate than the other charges and in my estimation, there were a lot of gaps so wide you could drive a truck through them. It was an indication that the lawyers at the FBI and the Attorney General’s office were more concerned with the financial and white collar crimes than in the violent crime down in the streets where the blood flowed freely into the gutter and innocent people suffered a whole lot more.
I had to honest and tell you that I didn’t give a shit who stole from whom and who did the bribing and who got the cold, hard cash for selling out law enforcement. I only had my mind on getting the pricks that had issued the orders to snuff out innocent lives and wanted to get them on death row at all cost.
Angela was sitting in a chair against the wall behind me.
She was wearing her new patrol uniform after graduating from the most recently completed class from the police academy. The class had consisted of 150 new officers sorely needed to fill the ranks of the long blue line.
Angela had not finished first in the graduating class. She had only finished in the top ten of the class of 150, but it was more than enough to prove to the world that she was a good cop and ready to hit the ground running. She did finish as the top female in the class. There were only thirty females in the class meaning that the women were outnumbered by their male counterparts on a ratio of four to one. The joke among the females was “Which four are yours?”
Since the program was so competitive, there was not much room for romance and Angela had whispered in my ear out of Julie’s hearing that she had not “done it” for twelve weeks and desperately needed my dick to get her straight.
Now, the three of us were close to each other and had formed a nice threesome from time to time but I knew Julie would be green with envy if she knew I was bonking Angela behind her back. The fact that we were secretly man and wife was reason enough for her to be jealous of where I was swinging my man-stick when she was not around. I had been unusually faithful to her ever since our sham marriage but I considered my relationship with Angela to be of a nature that required my assistance in easing her back into the world of sexuality without further delay.
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