There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another mellow profile execution event. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the sea wolf was able to inflict this much equipment casualty, while still keeping the victim live and witting enough to utter was as very much a mystery to me as the fact that he was capable to give into the victim's high-security mansion house without leaving a tincture. As if the killer was a ghost.

No signs breaking and entering. No touch of fingerprints. No murder weapon. No clue as to who or how they were capable to do this. However, there was a video. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the net. The dupe's confession of all the women 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 telecasting of him confessing his crimes. I let out a suspiration, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in despairing penury of coffee. They discovered the physical structure early this sunrise and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to see out the answers to these questions, I've decided to involve a break and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the criminal offence lab, I made my way down to the faulting room.

As I walk into the break room, I hear my figure."Nick ! Have you found anything out about how our grampus was able to enter the home without sounding the alert ?"

son of a bitch, it's investigator O'Connell."Honestly, I have null. It's like we're dealing with a ghostwriter. There is no sign of breaking in, the alert wasn't set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The only thing we do have is an obvious motive. The sea wolf seems to be targeting so-called rapists. That's what the three victim have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"Major Davis interrupts as he walks in.

"Garcia ?"she asks."God that adult female is relentless."

She then turns back to me."See what else you can find out and we'll talk of the town later."

She then turned cad and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my umber and made my way back to the lab."Nick ! I finished organizing the documents on where the evidence was found and its conditions."I see my help Ashley with a folder in her hired man. She sets the pamphlet on the mesa."Would you care me to take hold of a copy of the mortuary's report ?"

"That would be swell Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee and open up up her file. I glance over the photograph's of the crime scene and the grounds as well as the documentation. This is going to be a long hebdomad.

I spent the rest period of the day running test 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 theater at some point prior to the meter of death. However, all of them had self-justification. I couldn't chance a rubbish of evidence that shed any light source on the crime. What if the orca knew how to bypass the security measures ? Still, how did he get into the domicile without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walks in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was give during the post-mortem exam. The dupe had a 2.5-inch wide thrust wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully full blade. There are other marks don't look like any blade I've ever seen."What do these see 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 relaxation of the Night mulling over what we had, which was next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were well.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley base, but I stayed a little longer. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking enquiry. I went through the constabulary database, looking for all information on a Bianca Erskine Preston Caldwell. I know I've done this a thousand clip, 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 same bar I've spent the last several calendar week 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 differentiate her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drunkenness. Then she finally walked in. Slightly improbable than me at 6 ft. She had long shoulder length blonde hair. A smuggled frock that barely filled up those bender and she had curved shape. Not stoutness, but she could fill out a clothes, that's for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the open seat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few metre, but I still haven't experience your name… Mines Bianca."Shit ! I didn't expect her to set about me !

"Uh… Hi Bianca… I… I'm dent,"I stutter. I can't believe she's actually talking to me !

"Nice figure Nick, nous buying a young lady a drink ?"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 bartender nods and goes to shape making our boozing.

"So notch, what is it you do ?"she asks.

"I'm a criminal offense scene investigator,"I tell her.

"Oh neat ! Like that tv show ?"she asks.

"Yeah, for the most part."The bartender hands us both a glass full of orange juice and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear."I get paid to have a secure clock time with nice guy like you. Are you interested in having a good clock time ?"

I can smell a leaden perfume… rosebush. It takes my nostril by violent storm.

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, notch ... Have any concern shell ?"she asks as she puts a hired man on my thigh.

"I'm really not supposed to spill about my cases,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a slayer on the loose targeting men who are alleged rapists."

"Really ? Any clue who it is ?"she asks.

"No approximation, he's like a ghost… Able to enrol high-security homes without leaving a suggestion,"I tell her.

"Wow, enticing !"She says excitedly."So this ghost only targets alleged raper ?"

"So far… Also, there's always a tape of the victim confessing his crimes,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don't talking about this case, I'm going to turn a loss my darn.

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that movie mavin one of them ?"she asks. Of form, his tape was uploaded to the internet before we could stop it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a Cuban sandwich if you ask me,"she says. We both finish our crapulence and I club 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 drinkable. By now I'm feeling a sound bombination. I want to evidence her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

"So, Nick… how about after we finish these drinks we go back to your place ?"she asks.

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our beverage. She grabs my arm."No motive to be nervous hun, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

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

"Should I get us an Uber ?"she asks.

"My berth 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 sidewalk. It's early February in LA and she only has on a abruptly skimpy dress."Would you like my coating ?"I ask.

"I'm fine,"she stammers.

"Honestly, it's no big deal… Here."I take off my jacket crown and enclose it around her bare shoulders.

"Thanks, you're so sweet,"she says.

"No job,"I say.

We continue walking, at this stage, we're Sir Thomas More than halfway there.

"So… Have you ever been with a fair sex like me ?"she asks.

"A womanhood like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

"Honestly, I haven't really been with anyone before,"I say bending my top dog down.

"waiting a sec, are you a virgin ?"she asks.

"Guilty as charged…"

"No way ! How does such a squeamish and bountiful guy like you stay single for so long ?"she asks.

"I'm dedicated to my employment ! I suppose. I haven't really had practically time outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so important ? Why would you desire that kind of living ?"she asks."No offense, but mickle of women I know would die to be with soul like you."

"It's not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the case was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to know the truth."

"Wow… I'm so sorry…"she says."I understand what you're going through, my mother was murdered as well."

We finally arrive at my apartment. I was really feeling it by now, 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 sofa. I pour us both some screwdrivers since I know that's what she likes.

I hand her the drink 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 the right way pay,"I tell her.

We continue to sip our swallow, 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 try people on physical visual aspect. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the just one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two variety of people out there. The I that hate transgenders and the 1 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 drunkenness down on the java table.

She places her hand on my thigh."Listen, Nick, you're a dainty guy. I've really enjoyed talking with you."

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, zippo. I really like you. I don't sports meeting Lester Willis Young handsome Guy who are actually courteous. to the highest degree poke fun treat me like some kind of lady of pleasure or freak."

"I'm sorry, that must be hard."

"It is, especially in my sort of work."

"Can I ask you something personal ?"I stammer.

"Sure, go ahead,"she replies.

"How did you get into this kind of piece of work ?"I ask.

"Ha… Honestly, it's not something soul dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A woman like me doesn't have many early options. Being transgender…"

"There wasn't any other work you've could've done ? What about schooling ?"

"Honey, it's not that simpleton. When bon ton bent expectation for what a man and a woman is, people who don't fall into those class are often ostracized,"she says."It's heavily to find work when multitude won't even talk to you because of what you are."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You seem like a good someone,"I say to her. She lets out a small smile.

"Often times that's not enough."The pain in her vox is discernible. I wrap my arm around her.

"There must be something… Something that can be done. You shouldn't have to sell yourself."

She looks into my heart 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 ill-timed, but I need to be with her. I need to know her.

She pushes me back on the lounge and straddle my waistline as she continues to kiss me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my fountainhead and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my skin. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest. She stops and gets off me."Let's go to your chamber,"she says.

I quickly get up and adopt her, leaving all my inhibition behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our lip are locked together once More as her hands start exploring my organic structure. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingers unbutton my pants as her tongue sideslip past my lips.

She breaks away to pull my pant off, leaving me in just my bagger. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the floor. She only has a G-string on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me."Are you certainly you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her hitch underneath her thong.

I get up and bear behind her, wrapping my munition around her."Is there any easily way to lose one 's virginity than with a beautiful woman like you ?"

"Do you really mean that ?"she asks.

I kiss the binding of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the trueness. I've been searching for her my entire life. I kiss her berm. My men move on top of her 's, sliding her underclothing down until it falls to the floor.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks deep into my eyes."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our sass embracing. She wraps her arm around my neck opening.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each early 's arms. Our natural language dance in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a fistful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both manus tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My tool springs free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her naked body for the maiden time. My eye travel down from her gilded blonde hair, her large chest, to the with child pecker between her thickheaded second joint.

I can't look away from it. Her dick is slightly great than my own."So… How do we do this ? I mean… Obviously, our options are limited."I say.

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

"What do you prefer ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her brim arrive at my genital organ. She sucks my cock into her backtalk. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her heading up and down my shaft. Twirling her knife around the tip of my dick every clock time she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and grab my ass. She pulls my pelvis as she shoves my peter down her pharynx."Oh piece of tail !"I gasp.

I don't have sex how very much longer I can go on this up. She lets my pecker declension from her rim. I look down at her as she sucks on her finger. Before I know it, she has her fingerbreadth up against my arsehole. I take a cryptical breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her lips as she starts to feel fuck my butthole. Plunging my stopcock down her pharynx once more as her fingerbreadth journeying deep into my ass.

However, she doesn't do this for long. She lets go of my pecker. She looks into my centre."I want to fuck you,"she says."Would you like that ?"

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my ramification up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her shaft against my ass whirl. She leans over and works a kiss on my back talk, pinning my legs against my thorax. Her deal run up the rear of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the adjacent thing I feel is her wet, affectionate tongue sliding up and down the snap of my bottom, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so unusual and yet it feels so good !

She laps her clapper in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her deal and fret it all over her shaft. She starts to rub the tip of her cock up against the virtuoso of my ass.

"Relax honey, take a deep intimation in,"she rustle before she starts to campaign. I feel a pressure as her putz stretchability out my ass. It hurts at number one. I bit my lower lip and grab handful of sheets."Just breath."

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

As bad as the painfulness is, I take it all. All for her."Oh fuck, you're so tight. How does it feel to have me inside of you ?"she gasps.

"UUuuuh fuck !"I grunt as she starts to lunge her hips back and Forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her pelvic girdle rocking back and forth bringing that putz in and out of my ass. The botheration is still there, but I start to feel the pleasure of her putz against my prostate.

My own turncock is heavy as brand. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and grueling breather against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our rim are together and our knife wrestle for blank space. She starts to fuck my ass with muscularity. Slamming her cock recondite inside me.

"Oh fuck ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her putz as deep inside me as she can. I can feel her dick head start to throb, spraying her load oceanic abyss within of me, just as my own cock 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 legs 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."well, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."

She looks back at me and gives me a sad smile."Too bad your first time was with a tranny hooker."

"No, you're wrongfulness. My starting time meter was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

She lets out a small laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder."I'm serious !"

"You're only saying that because this is the first fourth dimension you've ever had sex."

"No, I'm saying that because I truly like you, is that intemperately to consider ?"I ask.

"You don't even cognize me,"she argues.

"Then let 's get to recognise each other,"I tell her.

"I don't know,"she sighed."If you knew me you won't feel the like way."

I reached over and turned on the lamp."Have you forgotten I'm a law-breaking Scene Investigator ? I'm 100 % indisputable 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 lofty 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 outdoor stage.

"This is my mother ! Why do you have a picture of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should have told her Oklahoman.

"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 shame and disgust."You're my brother ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"holy place piece of ass ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The tears start to feed freely from her eyes."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and grabs her clothes.

"waiting, Bianca ! It's not that unproblematic. I only had a intuition. I didn't know for sure."I majorly screwed this up ! I should suffer been honest at the beginning…

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her dog as she made her way to the door."hold, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. Fuck ! I slam my fist against the bulwark. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the alcohol get the advantageously 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 .