Author's note
Well, hello there. Considering you're reading this, you've probably managed to read the previous eight chapters as well. If not, what are you doing here? Start at the beginning!
When I started posting this story I had no clue what to expect. Either people would love the story (which I seriously doubted, this being my first try at anything even remotely erotic) or would dislike it (which I was bracing myself for), but so far a lot of people have actually read through it all and apparently people still appreciate it. I couldn't have wished for more, so thank you very much for reading my story. Imagine me doing a little bow for you.
As for the story itself, chapter 10 will wrap up the Vincent-Jenny-Talitha mindreading triangle and give some insight on Talitha and the mindreading aspect. That means two more chapters until that wrap-up, including this one. For the people who hoped it would end up with a mind-controlled threesome, let me disappoint you by telling you that won't happen. In fact, there won't be any sex at all in these two chapters, just story. I hope you'll still stick with me though, because I still have some story left to tell.
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Chapter 9.1 – The investigation
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When the doorbell rang, he had expected someone familiar. This one wasn't familiar. And he was dressed in the well-known outfit only protectors of the law wore.
"Agent Millhouse," he introduced himself. "We're conducting an investigation and your name was on the list of people we want to interview to see if they can help us out. Could you spare a few minutes of your time to answer some questions? You won't need to come down to the station for it."
Vincent showed him in, wondering how he got involved in a police investigation. He offered him something to drink, but the officer declined.
"What is this all about, officer?" he enquired. "I don't believe I've been involved in anything illegal."
Except for reading other people's minds, if there would be a law against it,
he added silently.
"We're investigating something about a girl who has run away from home and has conducted some illegal business along the way. We're not sure whether she's alone or that she has accomplishes, but there has been a trail of ... well,
activities
that brought her to our attention. She seemed to have travelled this way so we're trying to see if anyone has seen her in the vicinity."
He produced a photograph from a pocket in his vest. "This is the girl we're talking about. Have you seen of heard of her?"
Vincent noticed that the police officer seemed to look casually, but his eyes were focused and were looking for any sign of recognition the moment he would see the person on the picture. His gaze suddenly scared him. And he decided he would keep a pokerface no matter who he saw on the photo.
The girl in the picture was wearing a red dress and she was standing in a garden full of colorful flowers. It was a wonderful picture of a wonderful girl in a wonderful environment, but the only thing missing was a smile. The girl's expression was strained, as if she didn't want to be there at all when the picture was taken. He wondered if his face was strained too, considering how he realized he did recognize the girl in the picture. And he wondered if his pokerface had hold.
"Cute girl, but she seems a bit sullen," he said.
"Yeah, too bad, eh? I like her too," the officer said. "Name's Talitha Kramer. Seems to be a girl from a well-off family but apparently she felt too constricted by her environment. Ran away and started doing things not suitabled for a girl in her circles. You ever see her, give us a call."
The officer stood up, offered him a card and added: "Just ask for me, Millhouse; saves you the time to actually get to speak to someone who doesn't brush you off. Happens too often nowadays unfortunately."
"Thanks. If I see or hear anything I'll give you a call."
"Sure do. I'm gonna finish the block. See if there are other people who've spotted her."
Vincent guided the man out. When he closed he door, he exhaled.
I have no idea if my pokerface held up enough to keep him at bay. But I better go ask Talitha what this is all about – and not right now, because the police is obviously monitoring the entire block to see if someone goes to notify her. Damn.
On the other hand, if they're snooping here, it means they're not over there. Which is good. For her. Because, honestly, how well do I actually know her? She has moved in only a little while ago next to Daniel. We met. Saw her a few times. And then what? I trust her enough not to sell her out to the cops? Apparently.
He walked back inside, pondering about this sudden visit and the even more surprising cause for it. Nicole wasn't at home, so he didn't have anyone to talk to except Jenny – and she hasn't been there. He had forgotten to open up the mindlink between them so she could have heard them talk.
Talk about stupid. That police officer had me rattled the moment he rang the doorbell. I didn't think straight at all after that. Could it be because of my telepathy that I have grown distrustful? Or is it something else?
But then he thought of someone he could speak to and he went out of the house to ring the bell of his neighbours. Alice opened the door, as she generally was the one who was cooped up there. He had completely forgotten their last interaction where they had masturbated off each other across the window. Having your girlfriend arrested kind of does that to you.
"Hey Alice," he greeted her. "Have you also just gotten a visit from a police officer?"
She raised an eyebrow behind her glasses. "No? Should I?" Her attitude was as usual; strict, stern and kind of annoyed.
Now
he
was raising an eyebrow. "You haven't? But he said he was moving down the block ..."
He surveyed the street and didn't see any police car either. Nor did he see any police officers walking the doors. And Alice was dressed in her house-attire, so she had been home for a while. At least longer than it had taken the police officer to visit him.
And if he was moving down the block, going door to door, he either had to visit this house before – or after mine. Yet he hasn't rung here at all.
"How long've you been home?"
She frowned. "Must be a couple hours by now. Why?"
"Just ... curious." His brain raced. "Thanks, Alice. Looks like someone's making a fool of me. Gonna have to figure out who and why."
"Sure ... if you need any help, just let me know."
"Will do. And once again, thanks."
She nodded and closed the door while he went back into the house, scanning to see if there was any sign of any police officer in the neighbourhood.
So he approached me because he
knew
I've been in contact with her, just to check my reaction to her picture or so he can follow me if I go to warn her. Which means he probably has enough sense and skill to be able to tap my phone to intercept the call – or am I being paranoid? Yeah, right, reading minds is a natural thing to do. Paranoid my ass. If only I could've read
his
mind ...
Another possibility arose in his mind.
I could warn Jenny and let her warn Talitha. That would do the trick. They can't trace me to Jenny, so long she's not been approached, she's free to tell her.
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