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a day. Finally, left all alone in the empty room, Jaime happily
spun around and around in the leather high-backed chair until dizziness called a halt to fun time.
Oh brother. It was just as well. With the end of the day came other responsibilities. Other duties called.
Jaime giggled lightly, remembering the latest that justice had been served to. That cross-
dressing mother fucker’s days were over. With another trickling giggle, Jaime remembered with glee how it felt to be the one to stick it to Kross. The fucker had squealed like a stuffed pig when his ass had been rammed with that stick. It was fine to be the poker, but they rarely liked to be the one poked.
With a happy sigh, Jaime reached down and retrieved the small leather briefcase beneath
the desk before walking toward the exit. With one final look around to make sure everything was in order, Jaime turned the light off, and with a jaunty step, left the office, nodding to the late night personnel on the way out the door.
CHAPTER 8
“Hello, Maya?” Mark asked in surprise, expecting to receive her voice mail, “You’re still
at work?” he asked with real concern.
“Hi Mark.” Her voice sounded tired and strained.
“No, I have my personal line at work transferred to my home at night, in case of an
emergency.”
Mark had been inundated with beloved ‘tips’ over the course of the last few days, and not
one had proved beneficial. It was Thursday, and he and Maya had talked on the phone long into the early hours of the morning. They’d talked about their childhoods, the good and the bad. Both were surprised with some of their similarities.
“Sweetheart, you sound tired. I’m sorry to have to call you so late.” He caught himself as
he uttered the endearment, surprised at how it seemed to trip so easily from his tongue.
Forging on, he cleared his voice and continued, “I know you said you couldn’t make it in
tomorrow, but we’ve found another victim tonight. Lieutenant Hernandez wants to know if
there’s any way you would be able to come into the station tomorrow. We’d work around your
schedule Maya.”
“Another victim? Were you able to identify who it was?”
“We think we have an idea, but won’t know for sure until we get the coroner’s report.”
“Sure I can come in, but it will have to be early if that’s okay. I dropped my car off to be serviced, so Dalia will have to bring me in.”
“I could pick you up and take you back to Imani House after we finish up. Then you
wouldn’t have to find a place to park. And I can take you back to Imani House afterward.”
“Well if you’re sure, Mark, that would be fine with me.” Her relief came through in her
voice.
He could also hear her exhaustion. “I’d better let you go. I’ll see you soon, Maya.”
“Goodnight, Mark.”
After hanging up the phone, he shed his clothes and took a long hot shower, allowing the
heat to loosen his aching muscles.
When he climbed into bed, he thankfully sank into the king-sized mattress. His thoughts
alternated between the investigation and the way calling Maya sweetheart had seemed so natural, until he fell into a hard slumber.
* * * *
After Maya hung up the phone, she undressed. She tossed her well-worn familiar jeans
into the corner chair of her bedroom and walked across to the smaller bathroom in the room to take a quick shower. After completing a shortened version of her nightly ritual, she walked back into her bedroom and went to bed, sinking her tired body into its welcoming comfort.
Before succumbing to sleep, her thoughts were usually of Imani House and her schedule
for the upcoming day’s events. Tonight her thoughts were on Mark, and the way her heart
skipped a beat whenever they spoke.
* * * *
Mark arrived at her doorstep bright and early at 6:30 a.m. with two Styrofoam cups in his
hand. He was dressed in faded jeans and a dark blue chambray shirt. Her smile of welcome
poured over
spun around and around in the leather high-backed chair until dizziness called a halt to fun time.
Oh brother. It was just as well. With the end of the day came other responsibilities. Other duties called.
Jaime giggled lightly, remembering the latest that justice had been served to. That cross-
dressing mother fucker’s days were over. With another trickling giggle, Jaime remembered with glee how it felt to be the one to stick it to Kross. The fucker had squealed like a stuffed pig when his ass had been rammed with that stick. It was fine to be the poker, but they rarely liked to be the one poked.
With a happy sigh, Jaime reached down and retrieved the small leather briefcase beneath
the desk before walking toward the exit. With one final look around to make sure everything was in order, Jaime turned the light off, and with a jaunty step, left the office, nodding to the late night personnel on the way out the door.
CHAPTER 8
“Hello, Maya?” Mark asked in surprise, expecting to receive her voice mail, “You’re still
at work?” he asked with real concern.
“Hi Mark.” Her voice sounded tired and strained.
“No, I have my personal line at work transferred to my home at night, in case of an
emergency.”
Mark had been inundated with beloved ‘tips’ over the course of the last few days, and not
one had proved beneficial. It was Thursday, and he and Maya had talked on the phone long into the early hours of the morning. They’d talked about their childhoods, the good and the bad. Both were surprised with some of their similarities.
“Sweetheart, you sound tired. I’m sorry to have to call you so late.” He caught himself as
he uttered the endearment, surprised at how it seemed to trip so easily from his tongue.
Forging on, he cleared his voice and continued, “I know you said you couldn’t make it in
tomorrow, but we’ve found another victim tonight. Lieutenant Hernandez wants to know if
there’s any way you would be able to come into the station tomorrow. We’d work around your
schedule Maya.”
“Another victim? Were you able to identify who it was?”
“We think we have an idea, but won’t know for sure until we get the coroner’s report.”
“Sure I can come in, but it will have to be early if that’s okay. I dropped my car off to be serviced, so Dalia will have to bring me in.”
“I could pick you up and take you back to Imani House after we finish up. Then you
wouldn’t have to find a place to park. And I can take you back to Imani House afterward.”
“Well if you’re sure, Mark, that would be fine with me.” Her relief came through in her
voice.
He could also hear her exhaustion. “I’d better let you go. I’ll see you soon, Maya.”
“Goodnight, Mark.”
After hanging up the phone, he shed his clothes and took a long hot shower, allowing the
heat to loosen his aching muscles.
When he climbed into bed, he thankfully sank into the king-sized mattress. His thoughts
alternated between the investigation and the way calling Maya sweetheart had seemed so natural, until he fell into a hard slumber.
* * * *
After Maya hung up the phone, she undressed. She tossed her well-worn familiar jeans
into the corner chair of her bedroom and walked across to the smaller bathroom in the room to take a quick shower. After completing a shortened version of her nightly ritual, she walked back into her bedroom and went to bed, sinking her tired body into its welcoming comfort.
Before succumbing to sleep, her thoughts were usually of Imani House and her schedule
for the upcoming day’s events. Tonight her thoughts were on Mark, and the way her heart
skipped a beat whenever they spoke.
* * * *
Mark arrived at her doorstep bright and early at 6:30 a.m. with two Styrofoam cups in his
hand. He was dressed in faded jeans and a dark blue chambray shirt. Her smile of welcome
poured over
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