Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY ridgerunner' for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes.
Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter due to difficulties with transmitting the manuscript to my normal editor.
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"Dr. Wohler-Sapperstein... would you mind if I just called you Dr. Wohler, as I understand you and your husband were getting a divorce?" Detective Martin asked as he ran a hand over his rapidly thinning hair.
"Not at all, Detective Martin, that will be fine."
"Alright Dr. Wohler, we found a lot of evidence of your deceased husband living a double life, and to put it rather indelicately, we'd like to know if you had any suspicions concerning his illegal activities?"
"If I may ask, Detective Martin, what kind of illegal activities?"
He leaned back in the creaky wooden desk chair that had been his second home for too many years.
"Well... you sure I can't get you something, this is some pretty strong stuff?"
"No, I'm fine thank you, what kind of illegal activities?"
"These are some prints of picture files we found on his computer..."
"Oh my God..."
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"NO, NO, CALM DOWN, IT'S OKAY!"
"Izzy... yelling at them... isn't going to help... I don't think... they speak English..."
"Don't worry about that, Boss... aw, fuck this noise," Izzy said as he stuffed the last two children in the trunk of the car. Their screams were mostly muffled by the trunk lid. "Now you gotta let us get you in the back and outta here!"
"Alright... now you can... put me in... OH SONUVABITCH!"
"I'm sorry, Boss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay... Izzy... it's okay... no way around it... have Dickie get us... the fuck out of here."
"You got it... DICKIE, MOVE IT!"
"Wish you hadn't... felt called upon... to yell... inside the car..."
"Sorry Boss."
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"Angie, would you like me to run you by your apartment first? You know, 8312 Burlingame Lane, #351?"
"How do you know where I live?"
"Silly bitch, same way I know where you work, what bus you ride, what bars you hit on Friday night... you're bein' watched. I don't trust you and I'm damn sure not going to get caught nappin' where your venomous little ass is concerned."
"Like you were with the two that damn near killed Harry?"
An ominous silence filled the cab of the truck, floating in a cocoon of the ambient traffic noises that surrounded it. Angie swallowed, wondering if she'd just talked herself into an unmarked grave.
After a time, Eddy said through gritted teeth, "Alright, you get that one for free... I deserve it. If I was you, bitch, I wouldn't bring it up again. Endin' you would make me feel better, like a kid getting' a new gawddamn puppy, and I really NEED to feel better right now."
Her sense of self-preservation kept her mouth shut.
"I guard my boy against what I know is out there, what I suspect is out there... and I didn't see those two shitheads comin'... that was my bad. But you... I'm just waitin' for a reason to disappear you. Keep on rememberin' that when your little coke-rotted brain starts havin' delusions of revenge, starts tellin' you how horribly you were treated, how you were the injured party in the divorce. Just remember that no one will ever find your body, and what's even more tellin' is that no one will go lookin'. No one."
The rest of the ride back to her office passed in silence. True to his word, he knew where she worked without her having to say a word.
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"No, Detective Martin, I never had any idea... I mean, as far as illegal activities... I know he frequented prostitutes, and that he liked them blonde with big tits and no brains... do you think that was maybe just a smokescreen?"
"Well Dr. Wohler, I ain't no shrink, but I've seen a lot in my years on the job and it wouldn't surprise me if that's what it turned out to be. The evidence of his pedophilia is pretty overwhelming... you'll never have to see the apartment he kept on the South side and trust me, you should thank God for that... the man was a pervert and I'm just as glad the bastard's dead... uh, maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"It's alright, Detective, I'm edging towards feeling that way myself." The cell phone in her bag rang and she looked at the bag as if it were something foreign.