*riiiing*

Rachel is instantly woken by the speech sound of the buzzer. Lying in bed, in the darkness, she tilts her nous sideways to count at the clock on her bedside table. It's 3am.

Probably just a drunk ringing all the bell in the street, she thinks to herself. Or someone trying to get in to the flat edifice, trying random bell hoping that someone will appropriate them access. Either way, she decides it isn't her trouble, and closes her eyes.

Before she can get back to sleep, however, there is a knock on her apartment door.

OK, she tells herself, now it's my problem.

Rolling out of bed completely naked, she tip-toes her way through the swarthiness and towards the doorway of her apartment. A foot away from the door, another bang makes her rebound.

Who is it ? Am I in danger ?

She carefully leans a hired hand against the door, presses her face to the wood, and looks out the peephole. When she sees the male figure standing there, she recognises him instantly, and opens the doorway a few inches.

"Jeff, why the fuck are you here at three in the morning ?"

"Well, I did try ringing and texting get-go, but there was no reply. You forgot to charge your telephone again, didn't you ?"

"…Maybe…"

"As two detective, I think we both know that when a defendant says ‘ maybe ’, they usually mean ‘ yes'”

"Right, fine, good-for-naught, guilty as charged. But, why are you here ? Looking for a pillage call ?"

"Got a report in about a shooting in the Bradley Estate. First officer on the conniption confirmed one Male victim, deceased. We've been called in to lead"

"And why, for the beloved of God, have we been given the character when we are off-duty ? Surely there are former detectives who could take in taken it ?"

"expression like there's been another victim of the Page Three slayer on the other position of the city. Most of the department is all hands on-deck over there, so we…"

"We've been left to clean up the trash. The boring slaying"

"Exactly"

"Fine, chip in me 20 transactions to shower and get dressed. You want to get along in while you wait ?"

"Inviting me in to your flat, in the middle of the Night ? What would my married woman remember ? ”, Jeff jokes.

"She'd probably say that having affair is the most exciting thing that's happened in your relationship for yr"

"I'll have you know I am a happily-married man"

"argumentation is still clear on the ‘ happily'bit. Come on then, in or out ?"

"In, I'm freezing out here"

Detective Rachel Tiernan swings the door opened, allowing tec Jeff Maguire memory access to the apartment. She then reaches for the light-switch, lighting up the apartment.

"Oh you… um… you're… ”, Jeff stutters.

"Naked ? Yeah, I noticed. You did get me out of bed, after all ”, she responds casually, striding through the apartment towards the bathroom."Tell me, is my ass better than your wife's or not ?"

"I'll have to plead the twenty percent on that one,"responds Jeff, watching Rachel's ass bound with every stride.

"Do me a favor !"Rachel shouts from around the street corner."Brew us up a pot of java while you wait, I won't be yearn !"

"Will do,"Jeff replies, happy to retreat to the kitchen where he can obscure his growing erection behind the counter.

Rachel closes the can door, turns on the cascade and steps right in. She has always loved showers. She considers it her safe place, somewhere she can wash everything away the worries of the humankind, both literally and metaphorically.

As the warm body of water drip down her skin, and she rubs body lotion across her breasts, she wonders what Jeff is thinking outside.

Despite her jokes about Jeff's married couple, she knows that he is, indeed, happily married. He was already married before she was promoted to detective and joined his department.

She enjoys flirting with him, and he clearly enjoys flirting back, but she knows that it is unlikely anything will ever happen between the two of them.

Unlikely, but not impossible.

No, Rachel prefers men who are single, and available. Or at to the lowest degree, men who she thinks are available. It isn't her geological fault if they don't tell her they have a girlfriend, or fiancée, or a wife.

She has always been the centre of tending ever since she grew knocker. Men would shine over themselves to be with her. Which is just the way she likes it.

All men want is to sleep together her, and all she wants is to be fucked. Why elaborate things with talk of"have a go at it"or"family relationship"? As soon as those run-in are brought up, then they are out the door, regardless of how big their cock is.

Absent-mindedly, Rachel realises she has been stroking the outside of her pussy for far too long, and turns off the cascade. Masturbating alone can wait, she has a murder to solve.

Dripping wet, she dries herself off with a towel, and crosses the hallway into her chamber to get dressed, making trusted to recall her badge and gun. When she is finished, she re-joins Jeff in the kitchen.

"You're a life-saver ”, she says, seeing two flaskful of umber on the kitchen heel counter, ready-to-go.

"I plugged your earpiece in as well ”, Jeff responds, pointing a finger towards the living room."It should be up to about 20 % now, which would be a personal Best for you"

"cocksucker,"she says smiling, as she unplugs her phone and retrieves her flask of coffee bean, before heading out into the night.

The Bradley Estate is a nice region of the city. At the substance of the estate of the realm is a small-scale, rectangular park, surrounded on three sides by about 50 houses in total. The fourth side of the Mungo Park is the entirely way in or out of the estate.

Rachel and Jeff make a line of this as they pass through the constabulary cordon : either the killer lives in the estate, or they left the estate via this route.

Finding a place to park his car, Jeff leads the way towards the midpoint of the park, where the majority of police natural action is taking place.

"Hello, detectives ”, says one of the officer as they approach.

"hullo, policeman Hernandez ”, says Rachel, reading his badge."Were you the first on the setting ?"

"Yes, ma'am, I was"

"O.K., tell us what you saw"

"Call came through on the radio at approximately 2:30, there was a theme of gunfire at this localization. I arrived five minutes later, and found this"

officeholder Hernandez guides the two investigator through the huddle of police military officer, where Rachel and Jeff get their first look at the victim.

"Male, deceased, found sitting here on this bench ”, Officer Hernandez continues."There appears to be a gun-shot wound to his chest"

"Yeah, definitely not going to need the coroner to determine causa of end on this one ”, says Jeff, examining the body."Do we have an ID ?"

"Saint Matthew Frederick Carleton Lewis, 32 class old. Lives three acres over ”, Hernendez responds."His wallet and sound were inside his cap pocket. I have them bagged as evidence on the side by side judiciary over."

"wealthy person you found the gun ?"Rachel asks.

"No ma'am, no other evidence has turned up yet"

"And did you see anyone else in the area when you arrived ?"

"No, there was no one else here. Would you care to get off officers over to his reference ?"

"Not yet, let's find out everything we can about him first. Run his public figure through the database and see what comes up."

"Yes ma'am will do. Before I go, you see the adult female standing in the doorway over there ?"

Hernandez directs the tec to a woman in a dressing gown, standing in the threshold of a nearby house.

"She was the woman who called the law, but we haven't had the fortune to consultation her yet ”, Hernandez continues.

"okay, thank you ”, Jeff tells him, as Hernendez leaves to perform his tasks.

"You check the headphone and I'll check the wallet, then we'll talking to the witness ”, Rachel directs.

"sound good, you know what you're like with phones…"

Unbagging their respective pieces of evidence, Rachel rifles through Mr Sinclair Lewis'wallet, while Jeff, having to use the all in man's fingerprints to unlock it, looks through his phone.

Disappointingly, Rachel finds nothing of import. His ID, a credit wit, immediate payment, some loyalty cards and a engrossed prophylactic are all that she discovers.

"Nothing here ”, she says."What about you ?"

"Nothing interesting in the schoolbook. We have some missed calls from someone called Florence around the fourth dimension of the reported shooting, we'll definitely have to look into that. And… woah…"

"What ?"

"Lots and good deal of lesbian porn in his pictures"

"Oh, that's nice. You can add those pictures to the hand job bank for when you get home."

"We'll stay for a Florence in his lean of known fellow when Hernandez gets back to us ”, he says, ignoring Rachel's comment, but also, she observance, not denying it."Let's go talk to the witness."

As the two detectives approach the witness, standing in an open door, they see that she is a 40-something yr old blonde adult female, in a bright-blue dressing robe.

"Hi,"asks Rachel, as she approaches."You were the person who called the constabulary ?"

"Yes, the name is Jennifer. I was just…"

Before she can eat up her prison term, the cry of a babe comes from within the house.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's little mike awake again, can you please come in in and close the door behind you ?"

Jennifer walks into the sign, retrieves a baby from a cot, and sits down in a couch, holding the little infant. Just as Rachel and Jeff enter the room, Jennifer pulls the top of her dressing gown down, her massive titty and pokey mamilla coming out, in order of magnitude to breast-feed the baby.

"I'll… um… wait outside, look for evidence…"says Jeff, sheepishly backing out of the room.

Lucky Jeff, Rachel thinks. This is the second charwoman to scud him the last hour.

"Men, huh ?"says Jennifer, sarcastically.

Rachel laughs as she takes a hind end opposite the now-topless looker. She knows that the sizing of Jennifer's tits is partly down to her lactation, but she is nonetheless jealous of how big they are.

"So, Jennifer, can you enjoin me what happened ?"

"well, I was awake, feeding Mike here. I don't make love what time it was, you lose rails of time when you're awake 23 hours a day. Anyway, I was sitting here, breast-feeding, when I hear shouting coming from outside. Not just drink shouting, but really angry shouting.

I look out the window and I see two men, one sitting on the bench the other standing in front man of him. The standing man is shouting, top of representative, saying"you fucked my wife ”, and"I should fucking shoot down you ”, things like that.

Now the sitting man is talking back to him, but they're too far away, so I can't take heed what the sitting man is saying, but it isn't making the standing man any happier.

Then the standing man pulls out a knife. Now, at that pointedness I close the curtains, because I don't want him to see me looking at him, and I don't want to see what he might do.

About a minute passes, and then I hear a gunshot. Then nothing, silence. I put mike in his cot, and when I look out again, the standing man is gone, and the sitting man is abruptly. That's when I called the police."

"Sorry, just to clarify… you said you saw the standing man pull out a tongue ?"

"Yes"

"And then a minute later, you heard a gunshot ?"

"Yes"

"And then you looked out, and the sitting man was dead ?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but that's what happened. I saw a knife, and I heard a gunshot."

"Are you sure it was a knife ? Could it have been a gun ?"

"No, definitely a knife, the glint off one of the streetlights shone right in my eyes. I know you constabulary say that eyewitnesses can be unreliable, but I swear that's what happened"

"Okay, thank you for your time,"thanks Rachel, as she leaves the sign to conjoin Jeff outside.

"wellspring, how did it go ?"he asks.

"Weird. She claims the assailant pulled out a tongue"

"But the victim was shot. You saw the wound, there's no question about it"

"I know, but she swears that's what happened. If the attacker pulled out a knife, how did the dupe end up shot, not stabbed ?"

"Two assailant ?"

"She only saw one, a male, but I suppose it's possible. Apparently our dupe had, and I quote,"fucked"the attackers wife, so at least we have a probable motive."

"That'd do it alright. Our dupe probably had an matter with this Florence woman"

"Any progress out here ?"

"Nothing. No gun, no cartridge. And no tongue, before you ask. Still waiting to pick up back from Hernandez"

"And what did you think ?"

"Think of what ?"

"Her mamilla. commodity, weren't they ?"

"Rachel…"

"I mean, if I can admire them then so can you"

"I had an idea. wait at the houses around us. There are only six light on in the entirely landed estate, including Jennifer's here. Everyone else is still in bed, haven't even noticed that we're here yet. I'm will to bet that someone else saw something"

"okeh, ignore my head. Let's go talk to the hoi polloi who are awake and find out if they saw or heard anything. You take the three over there, I'll take the other two on this side. And Jeff ?"

"Yes ?"

"If a woman answers the door and she's completely naked, keep it master"

Jeff just rolls his centre, without replying, and makes his way across to the opposite incline of the estate.

The visible radiation in the first star sign on Rachel's side is coming from one of the upstairs windows, and as she gets tight, she can see the silhouette of a school principal behind the curtain.

She rings the doorbell several times, and is greeted a instant later by an angry man in a undershirt, boxer and reversal. He is initially angry, but is immediately distracted by the flashing blue lights coming from the constabulary cars that have now invaded the estate.

"Who the fuck… waiting, has something happened ?"



"Sir, I'm Detective Tiernan. I'm afraid mortal has been killed in your land tonight. Did you see or hear anything tonight ?"

"Oh God. Um, no, no, didn't hear a matter. I went to bed around 11, and it was all quiet then. I was fast departed until you started ringing the doorbell."

"Mr…"

"Carl David Anderson. Geoffrey Anderson."

"Mr Phil Anderson. I couldn't help but bill, but the Christ Within in your upstairs window was on when I approached the star sign. If you were asleep until I rang the doorbell, I assume that is not your room, so ?"

"Oh. No, my bedroom is at the backbone of the planetary house. That would be my son's room, but he should stimulate been asleep."

"Would it be okeh if I come in and talk to him, in case he saw anything ?"

"Yes, of course, please, come me."

Geoffrey leads Rachel upstairs, and psyche for his room.

"Ben, are you come alive ?"he asks as he opens the door.

"What ? Oh, yeah ..."Ben, a teenager, responds in a scare, sitting up in his bed.

"Ben, I told you you're not allowed to play on your Xbox at this hour"

"Yeah, sorry,"he responds. However, Rachel notices that his Xbox and TV are both turned off, and what appears to be an iPad is sticking out from below his pillow.

"right, well, we'll have a talk about that tomorrow. In the meantime, this detective here would like to know whether you saw anything outside that might help them catch… the someone they're looking for"

"Yeah, I, uh… heard a man shouting, so I went to look out the window… but there were Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the way, I couldn't see him… then there was a loud bang… and…"

Ben stops himself mid-sentence.

"It's okay, son, you can tell the truth"

"Mr Phil Anderson,"Rachel interjects, eager to get information out of her potential witness."Could you get Ben a glass of water system, please ? It will help him to compose himself."

"Sure."

After Mr Anderson leaves the room, Rachel sits down on the bed next to Ben.

"How old are you, Ben ? About 16, I'm guessing. Old enough to hump what you like. Old enough to know…"

Rachel leans back and pulls the iPad out from underneath the pillow

"…what turns you on, am I right ? You weren't playing on your Xbox, were you ? You would rather your father think you were playing on your Xbox, because what you were actually doing would get you into even more fuss. And, for a youth man like yourself, I know exactly what that might be…"

"Please, don't severalise my dad…"

"I won't tell him a matter. I promise you, regardless of whether you help me or not, I won't say a give-and-take. But, tell me Ben, what would it take for you to tell me the trueness ?"

Ben takes a moment to think.

"Your… um… your breasts… what do they sense like ?"

Rachel looks towards the threshold to see whether Mr Marian Anderson has returned yet. There is a grampus out there, maybe two. They need to be caught before they have the hazard to hurt anyone else.

She will do anything to close a case. Including, she decides, this.

"Go ahead. rule out yourself"

Ben reaches his script up, and touches them on Rachel's pectus. He feels around, squeezing them like a stress toy. Even through several layers of fabric, he can finger her mamilla between his fingers.

As he sticks his fingerbreadth in between the buttons of her shirt, trying to get one bed closer to strip cutis, the footsteps of his father coming up the stair force him to withdraw.

"Here you are, son,"he says as he hands the glass of water over to Ben.

"So, Ben, can you help me ?"Rachel asks him, looking him deep in the eyes.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Ben responds.

"After I heard the bang, I saw… Sandra run from the park and into her household"

"Sandra Robbins ?"interjects Mr Anderson."Are you sure ?"

Ben nods his head in agreement.

"She lives ten doors down ”, Mr Anderson explains to Rachel."Very friendly young woman, about your age. God, I hope she's okay."

"O.K.. Thank you for your time, Mr Anderson. And thank you for your assist, Ben."

Ben says nothing, but exchanges a tacit ‘ thank you'with Rachel, who heads outside to reunite with Jeff.

"aught so far from any of my houses,"he says."All were woken up by either the gunshot or the sirens of the first respondent. No help whatsoever."

"I have a lead, a witness says they saw individual leaving the fit and enter this house here,"say Rachel, already on the motion towards the business firm in question.

With gun drawn just in case, Rachel rings the bell and roast on the door, with Jeff following suit.

"A woman lives here, name of Sandra Robbins. defendant may be on the premises,"Rachel explains.

The threshold opens, and outsteps a woman with short, black pilus, mascara running down her face with tears.

"That took you a lot quicker than I had hoped,"she says.

"Are you Sandra Robbins ?"asks Rachel.

"Yes, and you can put your torpedo down. There's no one else here. I'm the one who killed Saint Matthew. I'll tell you everything."

Jeff beckons other officers to join them at the family, while Rachel ensures that Sandra makes no endeavor to run or attack her, but she does neither. She is escorted to a constabulary car and joined by Rachel and Jeff, who bring her to the nearest police station for interrogation. There, she tells them the full tale :

"I have been having an affair… with Gospel According to Matthew's wife,"she explains."Florence fell out of love with him a long time ago."

"There were pictures on Matthew's phone of two fair sex having… cozy relations…"Jeff says.

"Sex ”, interjects Rachel."One of them is you. I assume the other one is Florence ?"

"Oh, you seen them ? God, that embarrassing. Yes, we took them for a jape. I don't bang how he found them, he was probably snooping through Florence's phone, and copied them onto his."

"So, tell us what happened, in your own words."

"Firenze and Matthew had a bad relationship. He was an abusive mother fucker. He never hit her, but he was always putting her down. Florence and I have been friend for a long time. One night, she came over, crying about the in style argument and… well… one affair lead story to another"

"Multiple clock time, based on the number of pictures we've seen"

"Anyway, Gospel According to Matthew found out tonight, and started shouting at Firenze, saying that he was going to defeat me, and if she rang the police force or tried to contain him, he would bolt down her as well. He took a kitchen knife with him, and left the house.

Florence was terrified for her life. She couldn't leave the planetary house, and she couldn't call anyone for help. She tried ringing St. Matthew the Apostle to utter him down, but he wouldn't solvent, so she rang me to warn me that he was coming.

Rather than hold off for him to come to my house, I took my six-gun and waited for him at a bench in the park, which is where he saw me and came over to me.

He stood over me, shouting at me, accusing me of things that I did do, like having sex with Florence. But also ranting about how it was my demerit that their union was broken, but was all his shift, not mine.

When he took his knife out, I showed him that I had a gun, and that rattled him. It was like he knew he was defeated ; he'd lost the debate, the scrap, and Florence.

He stumbled forward and collapsed onto the workbench I was sitting on, so I stood up, to get out of the way. He was mumbling about how he had goose egg without Florence, and that it was all my fault.

Then, all of a sudden, he came at me with the knife, so I had to shoot him, to defend myself.

I don't know what I was thinking afterwards, maybe I was trying to get away with it, even though I knew I did nix wrongfulness. But I took the tongue, and the gun, and I took them abode with me. I didn't even get as far as throwing them away, I'm certain your officers found them on my kitchen table by now."

"They did, yes,"responds Rachel."So here's the state of affairs. You are under arrest for the murder of St. Matthew the Apostle John Llewelly Lewis. If you wish to take self-defence, that will be an argument for your attorney to construct to the courts"

Leaving the question room, Rachel and Jeff reconvene in the observation room succeeding door, looking in on their suspect.

"I assume you noticed her hair ?"asks Rachel.

"Of trend. Short, black hair."

"Good, I though you weren't sexist adequate to figure that out. At Night, it would be very easy for our eyewitness, Jennifer, to err her for a man at that distance"

"That is the strangest revilement I've ever received. But, you have to admit, it was one the pits of a conjunction with the timing on Jennifer closing the curtain"

"Agreed. She saw one individual - Matthew - standing up, and another mortal - Sandra - sitting down. When Matthew pulled out the knife, Jennifer closed the mantle. She didn't see Matthew collapse onto the Bench, and Sandra stand up.

Then Sandra shot Saint Matthew the Apostle, cleaned up and left. Jennifer didn't realise they had switched billet while the pall were closed, and when she looked out again, she assumed the Saame soul had been sitting down the unhurt time."

"So, type solved, rest of the day off, what do you have planned ?"asks Jeff.

"Maybe I'll meet a nice boy and get married."

"That seems unlikely."

"You're flop, I'll hopefully meet a man-slut on the way menage and fuck his brains out. You and the missis are welcome to join."

"I'll pass on this occasion, thanks."

"I'll get through to you one day…"

She leans over and whispers in his ear…

"…and you'll fucking lovemaking it."

She then leaves to head for rest home, hoping to pass a sex shop on the way to buy a new vibrator.

Jeff, meanwhile, heads off to the men's toilet. Ignoring the explicit, sexual photograph of Sandra and Florence licking each former out - which he has copied on to his headphone - he thinks back to Rachel's naked body in her flat, fantasises about what it would be like to bonk her in the ass, and cums all over the toilet bottom .