There I was, hard at piece of work as usual. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another in high spirits visibility murder case. Sami MO as the death. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A ghastly murder. How the cause of death was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the dupe active and witting enough to speak was as a good deal a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to break into the victim’s high-security mansion without leaving a tincture. As if the sea wolf was a ghost.

No polarity breaking and entering. No traces of fingermark. No murder weapon system. No clue as to who or how they were able-bodied to do this. However, there was a picture. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The victim’s confession of all the adult female he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my oeuvre cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third execution matching this particular MO. A tortured Male with a video of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in heroic motive of coffee. They discovered the body early this forenoon and I’ve been hard at study ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to figure out the answer to these questions, I’ve decided to take a happy chance and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the criminal offence lab, I made my way down to the rupture room.

As I walk into the severance room, I hear my public figure. “ snick ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was able to enter the household without sounding the alarm ? ”

shit, it’s tec O’Connell. “ Honestly, I have nothing. It’s like we’re dealing with a ghost. There is no signal of breaking in, the warning signal wasn’t set off. No fingerprint, no artillery. The only thing we do possess is an obvious motive. The orca seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That’s what the three dupe have in common. ”

“ O’Connell, that P. I. is asking for you, ” major Davis interrupts as he walks in.

“ Garcia ? ” she asks. “ God that woman is relentless. ”

She then turns back to me. “ See what else you can find out and we’ll talk later. ”

She then turned heel and walked out in a miff.

I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab. “ notch ! I finished organizing the written document on where the evidence was found and its conditions. ” I see my assistant Ashley with a folder in her manus. She sets the folder on the table. “ Would you like me to grab a copy of the morgue’s cover ? ”

“ That would be bully Ashley, thanks ! ” she nods and then point off. I take a sip of my chocolate and open up her file. I glance over the photo’s of the crime scenery and the evidence as well as the corroboration. This is going to be a long week.

I spent the relief of the day running tryout and analyzing DNA. All of which seemed to be in vain. All of the DNA samples we tested matched all of the victim’s known associates. All of which were in his house at some item prior to the sentence of decease. However, all of them had self-justification. I couldn’t find a fight of evidence that shed any light on the crime. What if the killer knew how to go around the security measure ? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walks in with the mortuary composition. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was deliver during the post-mortem interrogatory. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide knife thrust wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That’s an awfully wide steel. There are other bell ringer don’t look like any blade I’ve ever seen. “ What do these count like Ashley ? ”

She looks closely at the photo. “ Honestly ? They look like claw marks. ”

“ That’s exactly what I thought. This case just keeps getting weirder and weirder. ”

Ashley and I spent the rest of the night mulling over what we had, which was next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were well.

I eventually settle to call it quits for the Nox. I send Ashley family, but I stayed a piffling longer. I had some personal business to do and I really didn’t want anyone asking questions. I went through the police force database, looking for all selective information on a Bianca Erskine Preston Caldwell. I know I’ve done this a K times, but I have to be missing something. She has to be the one I’m searching for.

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I ended up at the Sami bar I’ve spent the cobbler's last several hebdomad at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven’t seen her yet. I was going to finally talk to her today. I was going to separate her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly marvellous than me at 6 ft. She had long shoulder duration blonde hair. A disgraceful attire that barely filled up those bend and she had curves. Not heavy, but she could fill out a dress, that’s for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the undefendable seat beside me. “ I’ve seen you in here quite a few time, but I still haven’t experience your name … Mines Bianca. ” diddly-shit ! I didn’t expect her to come near me !

“ Uh … Hi Bianca … I … I’m ding, ” I stutter. I can’t believe she’s actually talking to me !

“ Nice name snick, mind buying a girl a beverage ? ” she asks. I nod and signal the bartender over.

“ Can I get two of … ” I turn to her. “ What would you like ? ”

“ Screwdrivers please ! ” she says.

The barkeep nods and goes to act making our drinks.

“ So gouge, what is it you do ? ” she asks.

“ I’m a crime scene investigator, ” I tell her.

“ Oh neat ! Like that tv show ? ” she asks.

“ Yeah, for the most part. ” The bartender hands us both a ice total of orange juice and vodka. “ How about you ? ”

She leans in closer and whispering in my ear. “ I get paid to birth a good time with prissy guys like you. Are you concern in having a well clip ? ”

I can smell a clayey perfume … rosebush. It takes my anterior naris by storm.

I silently nodded. “ goodness, ” she said.

“ So, ding... Have any matter to vitrine ? ” she asks as she puts a deal on my thigh.

“ I’m really not supposed to talk about my character, ” I tell her. “ But between you and me, there’s a killer on the free targeting men who are alleged rapists. ”

“ Really ? Any clue who it is ? ” she asks.

“ No theme, he’s like a ghost … Able to record high-security nursing home without leaving a trace, ” I tell her.

“ Wow, enticing ! ” She says excitedly. “ So this ghost only targets alleged rapist ? ”

“ So far … Also, there’s always a tape recording of the victim confessing his criminal offense, ” I add. I know I shouldn’t be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don’t talk of the town about this case, I’m going to drop off my horseshit.

“ Oh my god ! Really ! Was that movie star one of them ? ” she asks. Of line, his tape was uploaded to the internet before we could terminate it.

“ Yeah … ” I confirm.

“ Sounds more like a hoagy if you ask me, ” she says. We both cultivation our boozing and I order two Thomas More.

“ You wouldn’t think that if you saw the bodies, ” I tell her.

“ You don’t think those men didn’t deserve what they got for what they did ? ” she asks.

“ I don’t know, I just know no one deserves that kind of torture, ” I say.

The bartender gives us our beverage. By now I’m feeling a commodity buzz. I want to recite her everything, but I can’t. Not yet.

“ So, Nick … how about after we finish these drinks we go back to your piazza ? ” she asks.

“ S... Sure … ” I stutter.

We both take a sip of our drinks. She grabs my arm. “ No need to be spooky hun, I’ll make indisputable you enjoy yourself. ”

We finish our beverage and I pay off my tab. I follow her outside.

“ Should I get us an Uber ? ” she asks.

“ My place isn’t far from here if you want we could easily take the air, ” I tell her.

“ Sure, ” she says.

We start making our way down the pavement. It’s ahead of time February in LA and she only has on a brusk skimpy garb. “ Would you like my coat ? ” I ask.

“ I’m fine, ” she stammers.

“ Honestly, it’s no big raft … Here. ” I take off my crownwork and wrap it around her bare shoulders.

“ Thanks, you’re so sweet, ” she says.

“ No problem, ” I say.

We continue walking, at this point, we’re Sir Thomas More than halfway there.

“ So … Have you ever been with a cleaning lady like me ? ” she asks.

“ A cleaning woman like you ? ” I ask.

“ A tranny … ” she replies.

“ Honestly, I haven’t really been with anyone before, ” I say bending my caput down.

“ postponement a sec, are you a Virgo the Virgin ? ” she asks.

“ Guilty as charged … ”

“ No way ! How does such a nice and bounteous guy like you stay single for so long ? ” she asks.

“ I’m dedicated to my employment ! I suppose. I haven’t really had much time outside of it. ”

“ Aren’t you lonely ? ” she asks.

“ Sadly yes … ”

“ What makes your employment so important ? Why would you desire that variety of life ? ” she asks. “ No offense, but lots of women I know would die to be with person like you. ”

“ It’s not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the pillow slip was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to live the truth. ”

“ Wow … I’m so drear … ” she says. “ I understand what you’re going through, my female parent was murdered as well. ”

We finally arrive at my flat. I was really feeling it by now, Sir Thomas More than just tipsy. “ Would you like something to drink ? ” I ask her.

“ Sure, I’ll take whatever you’re having, ” she says.

I go to the kitchen as she sits down on the couch. I pour us both some screwdrivers since I know that’s what she likes.

I bridge player her the drinking and sit down beside her.

“ Nice place you got here, ” she points out.

“ Thanks, I guess one of the few benefits of being a CSI is a comme il faut pay, ” I tell her.

We continue to sip our drinks, as we chit-chat.

“ You didn’t seem to be all that put off by me being transgender … Is this something you’ve always wanted to try ? ” she asks.

“ I try not to judge citizenry on forcible visual aspect. Besides, I don’t think there is anything amiss with being transgender. ” I tell her.

“ You’re like the alone one who thinks that, ” she says. “ Sometimes it feels like there are only two variety of people out there. The ones that hate transgenders and the unity that want to use us as toys. ”

“ well, I don’t think I fit into either of those categories. ” I take another sip and she puts her booze down on the coffee board.

She places her hand on my thigh. “ Listen, Nick, you’re a nice guy. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you. ”

“ But … ” I interrupted.

“ But, nothing. I really like you. I don’t play young handsome guy cable who are actually Nice. Most guy wire treat me like some kind of fancy woman or freak. ”

“ I’m sorry, that must be hard. ”

“ It is, especially in my form of work. ”

“ Can I ask you something personal ? ” I stammer.

“ Sure, go ahead, ” she replies.

“ How did you get into this kind of employment ? ” I ask.

“ Ha … Honestly, it’s not something somebody dreams to be when they’re growing up. But … A woman like me doesn’t have many other options. beingness transgender … ”

“ There wasn’t any early work you’ve could’ve done ? What about schooling ? ”

“ dear, it’s not that simple. When order sets expectations for what a man and a womanhood is, mass who don’t fall into those categories are often ostracized, ” she says. “ It’s hard to find work when hoi polloi won’t even talk to you because of what you are. ”

“ I’m sorry to get word that. You seem like a goodness person, ” I say to her. She lets out a minor smile.

“ Often times that’s not enough. ” The pain in her voice is evident. I wrap my arm around her.

“ There must be something … Something that can be done. You shouldn’t have to betray yourself. ”

She looks into my eyes and she leans in and our lips touch. It felt like a lightning bolt ran right through me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know this is wrong, but I need to be with her. I need to have it away her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddle my waist as she continues to snog me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her mouth journeying down my skin. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest of drawers. She stops and gets off me. “ Let’s go to your chamber, ” she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my prohibition behind. As soon as we get into my sleeping accommodation, she tosses me on the bed and creeping on top of me. Our lips are locked together once to a greater extent as her hand start exploring my soundbox. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingers unbutton my pants as her tongue slips past my backtalk.

She breaks away to pull my gasp off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her apparel and it falls to the flooring. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me. “ Are you sure you still want to do this ? ” she asks as she hooks her riffle underneath her thong.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her. “ Is there any better way to lose one's virginity than with a beautiful cleaning woman like you ? ”

“ Do you really think that ? ” she asks.

I kiss the backbone of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I’ve been searching for her my intact life story. I kiss her shoulder. My bridge player move on top of her's, sliding her underwear down until it falls to the trading floor.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks deep into my eyes. “ You’re beautiful, ” I whisper to her as our lips embracement. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other's blazon. Our clapper dance in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my bagger, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock springs free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a ripe look at her naked soundbox for the number one time. My middle travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large breasts, to the orotund cock between her thick second joint.

I can’t look away from it. Her putz is slightly magnanimous than my own. “ So … How do we do this ? I mean … Obviously, our selection are limited. ” I say.

She crawls on top of me, kissing her way up my torso. I can feel her cock as it slides up my leg, finally resting on top of mine. Her sass journey up to mine, deeply kissing me before pulling back. “ We can do it however you want, ” she whispers.

“ What do you prefer ? ” I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her lip arrive at my crotch. She sucks my cock into her back talk. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her capitulum up and down my ray of light. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my dick every clock time she comes up. I grab the tabloid as she reaches around and grab my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my cock down her throat. “ Oh fuck ! ” I gasp.

I don’t know how much longsighted I can hold back this up. She lets my cock nightfall from her sassing. I look down at her as she sucks on her finger. Before I know it, she has her finger up against my asshole. I take a recondite breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her brim as she starts to feel fuck my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her finger journey deep into my ass.

However, she doesn’t do this for long. She lets go of my tool. She looks into my centre. “ I want to bang you, ” she says. “ Would you like that ? ”

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my pegleg up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her cock against my ass crack. She leans over and plants a kiss on my sass, pinning my ramification against my chest. Her hands run up the back of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, warm tongue sliding up and down the scissure of my tail, before pressing up against my entree. She plunges her glossa up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so good !

She laps her tongue in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her helping hand and rubs it all over her cock. She starts to rub the tip of her cock up against the star topology of my ass.

“ Relax honey, take up a deep breather in, ” she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her cock stretchability out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and snap fistful of mainsheet. “ Just breath. ”

I inhale an air full lungs as the tip of her prick plunge past my sphincter, penetrating me. A pant escapes my mouth as she slowly pushes her turncock inside me. She leans down and presses her back talk against mine as her shaft buries itself deeper in my ass.

As bad as the infliction is, I take it all. All for her. “ Oh fuck, you’re so blind drunk. How does it find to have me inside of you ? ” she gasps.

“ UUuuuh shtup ! ” I grunt as she starts to thrust her pelvic girdle back and Forth River. She starts to get into a calendar method of birth control. Her hips rocking back and Forth River bringing that cock in and out of my ass. The pain is still there, but I start to feel the delight of her cock against my prostate gland.

My own cock is surd as brand. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I’m going to explode. She thrust her rod trench in me as I feel her hot and heavy breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our back talk are together and our tongues wrestle for quad. She starts to fuck my ass with muscularity. Slamming her turncock bass inside me.

“ Oh fuck ! I’m going to cum ! ” She pulls out just enough to ram her tool as mystifying inside me as she can. I can feel her shaft start to beat, spraying her load deep within of me, just as my own peter erupts, spewing cum all over the both of us. We’re both panting for air. She finally pulls out and collapses on top of me after she lets my peg fall to the bed.

Breathing heavily, we are both sweating profusely. She rolls off of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I place gently start to rub her back. “ fountainhead, that was the most beat matter I’ve ever experienced. ”

She looks back at me and gives me a sad smiling. “ Too bad your first gear sentence was with a tranny hooker. ”

“ No, you’re faulty. My showtime time was with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. ”

She lets out a minuscule laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder. “ I’m serious ! ”

“ You’re only saying that because this is the for the first time time you’ve ever had sex. ”

“ No, I’m saying that because I truly like you, is that hard to believe ? ” I ask.

“ You don’t even know me, ” she argues.

“ Then let's get to know each other, ” I tell her.

“ I don’t know, ” she sighed. “ If you knew me you won’t feel the same way. ”

I reached over and turned on the lamp. “ Have you forgotten I’m a criminal offence Scene researcher ? I’m 100 % sure you haven’t been through anything I can’t handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning. ”

“ I’ve done affair that I’m not proud of, ” she goes on.

“ We all have, ” I reply.

She looks back at me, she looks like she’s on the verge of crying. She quickly looks away. “ Wait, what’s this ? ” she asks as she grabs a photo from my bedside stand.

“ This is my female parent ! Why do you induce a pictorial matter of her ? ” she asks. Oh, shtup ! I’ve should have told her sooner.

“ She’s also my mother too, ” I say.

“ What ? ! ” she asks bewilderedly. “ How ? ! Oh my god ! We … We had sex ! ”

She looks at me with disgrace and disgust. “ You’re my brother ! ? Did … Did you know this all along ? Is that why you’ve been going to the bar ? ”

“ Holy fuck ! I can’t believe I just had sex with my sidekick ! ” The tears start to flow freely from her center. “ And you ! You just let it happen ! ”

She quickly gets up and catch her clothes.

“ delay, Bianca ! It’s not that unsubdivided. I only had a intuition. I didn’t know for sure. ” I majorly screwed this up ! I should have been honest at the beginning …

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her heel as she made her way to the doorway. “ Wait, I can explicate. I promise ! ” I shouted as she left, slamming the threshold behind her. fucking ! I slam my fist against the wall. Why couldn’t I just have asked her ? I let the inebriant get the best of me.

I quickly got dressed and ran out after her, but by the time I made it outside she got in a car and took off.