Rigor MortisChapter 2
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With Julie’s attention to detail and the outstanding input from Miss OH, I was finally able to put a blue ribbon around the file on the Donnie Anderson murder and I celebrated by bringing Miss OH back to meet my Julie and they hit it off right from the moment Julie got a gander at her slim perfectly curved buttocks and her wonderful smile when she was getting licked down where the grass grows greener.
Julie was getting to that point when she had to be careful about her level of enthusiasm when it came to threading the needle and she seemed to enjoy taking a passive role with the tiny Asian girl with her tight little slit. That fit right into Miss OH’s agenda and she was all over Julie with her over-active tongue and her eagerness to explore every corner of Julie’s plump pregnant body on the verge of motherhood.
I became a silent witness this display of feminine charm and only fit into the picture when either of them felt the need for some hardness in a certain spot that required immediate attention. It was the best of both worlds for me and I was not in the least bit at odds with the picture.
Miss OH told me in her fascinating accent that she had managed to make it into this country on a tramp steamer out of Hong Kong by way of a steward with a liking for tight Asian pussy which she was more than happy to furnish in exchange for a shot at living in the land of plenty. Once she hooked up with an elder with contacts in Chinatown, she was sent to the laundry where she was able to perfect her grasp of English by forced total immersion in the foreign language simply by doing it and not studying grammar or other silly rules of the language that defied logical explanation to the average non-speaker.
She told us that she had many American boyfriends and that they gave her nice stuff that she either kept or converted to cash and put in the bank for a rainy day. I guess in her way of thinking it wasn’t like doing it for money because she never asked for anything but never refused a gift if offered politely.
Julie made a deal with Miss OH that she would work for us on the weekends to help out with the filing and the sorting of evidence collected. She was particularly adept at such organizing due to her management skills learned at the laundry to keep track of hundreds of accounts sometimes with only her memory to give her a clue as to the actual property.
The second murder on the schedule was the “out of the blue” killing of Mike’s cousin Raymond. Mike never expected it and neither did his Uncle Joe who had given Mike charge of Raymond’s time card with orders for Mike to keep a close eye on him. It was obvious to Mike that his Uncle suspected Raymond of being in the Internal Affairs “dirty cop” bunch that made all the other boys in blue look bad because of their ingrained corruption and eagerness to make a quick buck.
Mike had plenty of forensic evidence from the crime scene to make him believe that the shady cop had been assassinated by his enemies or his buddies who didn’t trust him any longer. Mike had never liked Raymond and it was more because of his terrible personality than the fact he made the average cop look bad with his urge to make a buck on any opportunity that presented itself to him in the normal course of his police work and even when he was off-duty with his constant sense of always looking for an angle that was either unethical or just plain dirty.
Uncle Joe had given Mike the full file on Raymond’s activities and Mike could easily see why the Attorney General’s office was interested in interrogating Raymond in depth without the benefit of a lawyer to get him out of the weeds that covered his crooked dealings.
It surprised Mike that the bubbly Miss OH had dated Raymond and that he had given her jewelry and other items that obviously came straight out of the evidence locker down at police headquarters. Mike knew that his Uncle was investigating the missing items from the police locker with particular emphasis on a batch of cocaine that disappeared shortly before it was due to be destroyed in the police incinerator.
Mike knew that his cousin had a long history of drug use and he had managed to keep it pretty well covered up in recent years after a stint in a drug rehab unit operated by the police department for members with drug related problems.
One of the items that Mike had recovered from Raymond’s car was a stash of cocaine that was in excess of two kilos of uncut hard stuff probably worth about $80,000 on the street. That stash along with a huge roll of fifties and hundreds that added $20,000 to the total meant that dirty Raymond had lots of dough to use in case of an emergency and he probably never counted any of it when he was doing his income tax hoping for a refund on his paycheck that was only a minute portion of his actual income.
It led Mike to decide that he would have to have a follow up interrogation of Lola Devine because the last time he had talked to her was with regard to her involvement with Donnie Anderson, the first murder victim and one of the four people in the box with her shortly before his demise under suspicious circumstances.
Mike knew he had gone easy on Lola because they had a long history of humping and other sordid games in the hours after midnight when the city shut its eyes and slept soundly without any need to count sheep. He had a soft spot for Lola and that was no lie because she usually let it all hang out when she was spreading her legs for him and he knew she was not one to pretend about important things like orgasms and a need for spooning and cuddling when the dirty work was finished. Of course that was all before the later death of Raymond and he had never linked Lola to that murder and now with second sight, he considered that was an error of judgement biased by his prior relationship with Lola in the shadows of the night.
He tried several times to reach her by phone but with no luck.
That was why he was standing in the lobby of her building trying to explain to the doorman why it was important for him to take the elevator to her apartment to check on her safety. To emphasize his credibility, he pulled out his NYPD badge to validate his authority.
It was easy to see my succulent secretary was fairly busting to break the news to me about the box-seats at the ball park. She gave a short spiel about how she got the info from a source she called “That darling boy at the team’s front office.” I got the distinct impression that no money changed hands in the procurement of the intelligence but her mood indicated she was running on all eight cylinders in the information gathering operation and probably rewarded him in a more personal...
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Raymond stood there shaking the raindrops from his obviously borrowed or stolen woman’s umbrella and I could tell from his shifty eyes he was spinning his story with every word that crossed his lips. In all honesty, I didn’t really mind because I was used to Raymond by now and I hoped we could work together without one of us killing the other because underneath it all our dislike was a mirror image. I caught him ogling my secretary Julie’s ass when she bent over to fill my first cup of the...
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