letting her have it.
She breezes past me and I stop her to
implore, “Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is most definitely not
alright,” she seethes. “That fucking man
in there is impossible.”
She tries to move past me, but I place my
arms around her in a tight hug.
“Tell me what’s going on, Trish. What were you talking about Lester Samson
for?”
“Let’s just say that last night before I
met up with you, I did my own detective work.”
“You did what?” Rodney hisses.
“I went to a bar in Hayleyville where I happened to hear this Lester guy talking about a twelve-year-old girl
with blonde hair. I could’ve sworn he
was describing my baby sister. So, I got
his address. When I got back home, I ran
it through some searches and found that he has a child endangerment charge
against him.”
“So you followed Lester home? Did you find anything?”
“No, but he’s a fucking creep,” she says
chewing my head off.
“I wish you would’ve brought the
information to me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I know this guy. Lester Samson wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’ve known Les for years.”
“You have?” she inquires.
“Yes, and I’m telling you that he’s not a
bad dude.”
“Explain to me then why he has an arrest
record for child endangerment?”
“He was merely the victim of bad
circumstances.”
“This is a good lead, Rodney. Explain these bad circumstances if I’m wrong
then,” she dares me.
“You know what, maybe you should really
listen to your father and leave the investigation to the rest of us. I’m not trying to be mean, but you’re too
close to all of this. You aren’t seeing
reason, Trish. I like you and
everything, but please just trust all of us in that we know what we’re doing.”
Ronan emerges from his office, picking up
on the last tidbit about her trusting us to lead the investigation.
“Listen to this guy if you won’t listen to
me,” Ronan tells her.
“Explain his fucking arrest then,” she
commands.
“Alright, if you must know. Lester was driving to the park with his niece
in the car, but she unbuckled her seat belt and was playing with it in the back
seat. His car drew the attention of
police because of a busted out tail light. He got pulled over and arrested and his sister had to come get the kid
from the station,” Rodney says.
Satisfied, Ronan tears up the papers with
Lester’s information on it.
Trish’s face heats up, but she manages to
lean into my ear and say, “Follow me.”
She walks me out to where her father can’t
eavesdrop. She tells me intently, “I’m
so fucking pissed at you. You’re lucky
that you’re so hot, ‘ cause otherwise I’d have kicked your ass by now.”
“So you’re holding it against me that you
think I’m hot?” My face reddens at the thought and I can feel my pants
bulge. Her words travel from my ears
directly to my cock and it stiffens in response.
“Again, you’re missing the fucking point.”
“What’s the point?”
“Lester Samson is creepy and there’s
something not right about him. I don’t
think his hands are clean in this.”
“I think you’re making something out of
nothing with Les. He’s just a poor old
soul who was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I try to convince her.
“I think you’re wrong. I’m sorry, but I do.”
I smile at her and she sighs, completely
disarmed. Her anger is displaced by a
feeling of sweet sorrow. She’s clearly
upset about her sister being a victim of kidnapping, but she doesn’t want to
take her anger out on me.
“I promise you, with all of my heart and
soul, that I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety. We’re going to find out what happened to your
sister and whoever is responsible is going to pay dearly.”
My inflection is domineering.
“He’s dirty, I’m telling you.”
“I wish I could help you out with this
She breezes past me and I stop her to
implore, “Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is most definitely not
alright,” she seethes. “That fucking man
in there is impossible.”
She tries to move past me, but I place my
arms around her in a tight hug.
“Tell me what’s going on, Trish. What were you talking about Lester Samson
for?”
“Let’s just say that last night before I
met up with you, I did my own detective work.”
“You did what?” Rodney hisses.
“I went to a bar in Hayleyville where I happened to hear this Lester guy talking about a twelve-year-old girl
with blonde hair. I could’ve sworn he
was describing my baby sister. So, I got
his address. When I got back home, I ran
it through some searches and found that he has a child endangerment charge
against him.”
“So you followed Lester home? Did you find anything?”
“No, but he’s a fucking creep,” she says
chewing my head off.
“I wish you would’ve brought the
information to me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I know this guy. Lester Samson wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’ve known Les for years.”
“You have?” she inquires.
“Yes, and I’m telling you that he’s not a
bad dude.”
“Explain to me then why he has an arrest
record for child endangerment?”
“He was merely the victim of bad
circumstances.”
“This is a good lead, Rodney. Explain these bad circumstances if I’m wrong
then,” she dares me.
“You know what, maybe you should really
listen to your father and leave the investigation to the rest of us. I’m not trying to be mean, but you’re too
close to all of this. You aren’t seeing
reason, Trish. I like you and
everything, but please just trust all of us in that we know what we’re doing.”
Ronan emerges from his office, picking up
on the last tidbit about her trusting us to lead the investigation.
“Listen to this guy if you won’t listen to
me,” Ronan tells her.
“Explain his fucking arrest then,” she
commands.
“Alright, if you must know. Lester was driving to the park with his niece
in the car, but she unbuckled her seat belt and was playing with it in the back
seat. His car drew the attention of
police because of a busted out tail light. He got pulled over and arrested and his sister had to come get the kid
from the station,” Rodney says.
Satisfied, Ronan tears up the papers with
Lester’s information on it.
Trish’s face heats up, but she manages to
lean into my ear and say, “Follow me.”
She walks me out to where her father can’t
eavesdrop. She tells me intently, “I’m
so fucking pissed at you. You’re lucky
that you’re so hot, ‘ cause otherwise I’d have kicked your ass by now.”
“So you’re holding it against me that you
think I’m hot?” My face reddens at the thought and I can feel my pants
bulge. Her words travel from my ears
directly to my cock and it stiffens in response.
“Again, you’re missing the fucking point.”
“What’s the point?”
“Lester Samson is creepy and there’s
something not right about him. I don’t
think his hands are clean in this.”
“I think you’re making something out of
nothing with Les. He’s just a poor old
soul who was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I try to convince her.
“I think you’re wrong. I’m sorry, but I do.”
I smile at her and she sighs, completely
disarmed. Her anger is displaced by a
feeling of sweet sorrow. She’s clearly
upset about her sister being a victim of kidnapping, but she doesn’t want to
take her anger out on me.
“I promise you, with all of my heart and
soul, that I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety. We’re going to find out what happened to your
sister and whoever is responsible is going to pay dearly.”
My inflection is domineering.
“He’s dirty, I’m telling you.”
“I wish I could help you out with this
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