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Prey For Me, Chapter 3

by Dvora Sosan

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Several weeks after her strange encounters of the sexual kind with Danel, Laurie had some unusual but familiar feelings. She went to the local drug store and purchased an ANSWER PLUS home pregnancy test. Purple haze. On the way to the store she sang ... "Purple Haze all in my brain; Many things just don't seem the same. Acting funny but I don't know why. 'Scuze me while I kiss the sky. Purple Haze, all around. Don't know if I'm coming up or down. Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that angel put a spell on me. Purple Haze all in my eyes. Don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?" "Hey, it wasn't the Purple Haze; it was the Angeldew!" Laurie whispered to herself and smirked. Laurie recalled fondly the wild and crazy story Danel had told her about Alexander the Great while they were catching their breath in between orgasms. Danel had told her, "Alexander the Great sang Purple Haze when his army arrived at the gates of Jerusalem. Verses 21 and 22 of the eighth chapter of the book of Daniel are all about demonic possession. Alexander wanted to conquer the world and he almost did, and he wanted to be God. A formal deification law was passed in Athens. Alexander demanded that his subjects prostate themselves before him which was considered an act of worship by the Greeks. He insisted that he be called "the Great." The Egyptians made him their Pharaoh and worshipped him along with their other gods." "The demonic spirit that possessed Alexander the Great was exorcised by God at the gates of Jerusalem. This occurred as Alexander was given a copy of the book of Daniel, and as he read it, the Purple Haze evaporated. Instead of destroying Jerusalem as he planned, Alexander departed for Babylon, and when he got there he soon died. Nobody knows for sure why he died. Perhaps it was because he lost his spirit; his demonic spirit. This same demonic spirit will possess the one known as the Antichrist during the last three and one half years of this generation. Purple Haze is not about LSD as some have sung. Its power far exceeds drugs. Some, however, will think they are under the influence of hallucinogens when they witness the miracles performed by the supernaturally induced Antichrist." Laurie had told Danel he was full of it and Jimi Hendrix did Purple Haze but he wouldn't listen. She knew what the results of the ANSWER PLUS would be but she went through the motions anyway. She placed the required liquid in the urine collection lid and followed all the other instructions. Yes, the results were purple just as she suspected. A hazy purple. Her suitcase was packed before she even took the pregnancy test. She threw the bag in her 1990 Ford Tempo and drove off toward the desert. She mysteriously disappeared. Jack Davis had been involved extensively in the criminal justice system for twenty-five years, solving unusual and difficult cases all over the world. He was rather disgusted with the serious flaws in that justice system which included, in his considered opinion, the lack of properly trained criminal investigators. Jack felt the problem with society in general, and the justice system specifically, was that nobody wanted to be honest. He told his intimate friends that he couldn't find many people, other than very secretively or privately, who were willing to be candid anymore. Too afraid of not being politically correct and apathetic and reluctant to get involved he thought. Having been a former military intelligence officer and a Navy Seal, a CIA operative for five years, and now a private investigator with a broad client base ranging from ordinary citizens to Fortune 500 corporations and Lloyd's of London, Jack had been exposed to just about every type of illegal behavior. Davis had been primarily responsible with solving several high-profile murder cases and many other many crimes. He had been retained by numerous police departments and governmental security agencies to conduct a variety of complex criminal investigations. He also on occasion was technical consultant to several rather famous authors of both crime fiction and nonfiction. Jack had become at this point in his career and his life financially and intellectually independent to the point where he could pick and choose his cases. He was fanatic about constitutional issues and often accepted a case because it involved a violation of constitutional rights, which he considered detestable. Otherwise he selected cases which he found extraordinarily interesting to him personally and which nobody else seemed to be able to make much progress in solving. One of the late Professor Masterson's colleague's, Brett Sanderson, was a close friend of Jack's. Brett taught such courses as "Forensic Chemistry and Trace Analysis and Toxicology" and "Chemical Microscopy and Ultramicroanalysis." He and Jack often compared notes for one reason or another. Brett persuaded Jack to become involved in the Masterson murder case. The Las Vegas metropolitan police and the security people from the casino in question had no substantial leads, other than the description of the stunningly beautiful women who spent time with Dr. Masterson in his last hours. The brutal nature of the crime and the methods employed, penectomy and vampirism, fascinated Davis. He hated to fly but he loved to drive so off to Vegas he headed in his new car. Jack had owned a 1966 XJ13 Jaguar, several Corvettes and a red 1986 Porshe Carrera Cabriolet but this Mercedes-Benz SLK was the ultimate sports car as far as he was concerned. His was black and one of the first stick shifts sold in the U.S. and was equipped with the optional Sport Package. This car drew attention wherever he went, much like an extraordinarily attractive woman. Frankie Mancuso, Chief of Security of the casino where Dr. Masterson was murdered, was more than pleased to have the assistance of Jack Davis. Frankie knew of his reputation, admired him immensely and was drawn to him immediately because of his obvious competence and considerable charm. He virtually turned the case over to Jack and gave him copies of every bit of information in his files. Frankie had a friend with him when he met with Jack. Somebody Jack knew from way back when. Sam Hanson, now a civilian, but once upon a time Deputy Chief of Investigative Services, Las Vegas Metropolitan Police. Sam was still very much involved in police affairs in an unofficial capacity but with the blessing and encouragement of the powers that be. He served as liaison between Las Vegas Metro, the people like Frankie who handled security for the casinos and P.I.'s, reporters and others who got involved in controversial incidents. There was an unwritten code of conduct, for the most part, that undesirable publicity for Vegas be minimized if possible. Jack could remember way back when, more than twenty-five years ago, when Sam Hanson was instrumental in the merging of the Clark County Sheriff's Department and the Las Vegas Police Department, the consolidation now headed by a duly elected Sheriff. Although Jack had many misgivings about police departments, he felt Las Vegas ran the most efficient and professional law enforcement operation in the country, by far. Frankie, Sam and Jack decided to have lunch and spent hours talking about various cases, old and new. The Ted Binion murder case of course was a prominent topic of discussion. All three felt the case was rather clear-cut in terms of evidence and motive but very interesting because of all the media attention and public interest. As Sam said, "What about O.J., 'eh?" Who knew what the ultimate outcome of the Binion case would be, despite the evidence. The three decided that Jack's contact would be Sam. Frankie wasn't actually interested all that much in who did what. He was more interested in preventing any bad publicity from coming down on the casino which employed him, and of which he was also a minority owner. Jack wasn't surprised at all about Frankie's attitude. That's what it was all about in Vegas. Image and entertainment and making the customer come back again to spend even more money. Murder was not good for public relations. A few items in the files that Frankie and Sam had given him immediately caught Jack's attention. He sent samples via Federal Express to Brett back at the university, requesting isoenzyme and serum protein analysis, electrophoresis, esoelectric focusing and DNA typing. Three days later Brett called, in shock. "Jack, Jack, this is phenomenal! Whoever murdered Masterson is not human! I know this sounds strange, but I just don't think ... " "Shut up Brett. That's exactly what I thought. This is between you and I for now. There doesn't seem to be much of anything that can help me backtrack to find out where she came from. I think I'll have more success finding out where she went. But only if she leaves a trail of other victims. Stay in touch and let me know me immediately if you get any brainstorms. I'll do likewise." "Right, Jack. This is totally fucking crazy." In early November Jack received two very unusual phone calls just hours apart. Quite coincidental was his first thought. The first call was from Marvin Johnston. He was distraught about the mysterious disappearance of his wife Laurie and the fact that nobody apparently cared much. He told Jack he thought the police were rather apathetic and he got the impression it was just another case of a woman getting fed up and just taking off. Jack said he would look into the matter soon but had some other pressing major cases that took precedent. The second phone call was from Detective Ricardo Lopez of the Phoenix Police Department regarding a very recent murder. It happened on Halloween. Lopez told Jack he knew of the Las Vegas case and this one was similar. The victim's body was drained of blood and his penis was missing. "I'll leave first thing in the morning and be there about noon Jack told Detective Lopez. "Please make arrangements so I can interview witnesses as soon as possible." The first person Jack questioned was Sammy Cipriani, owner of the Fox Club. Sammy was in his late seventies and tended to ramble but Jack listened patiently. "It was jam packed here for my annual Halloween party, the biggest and best Boo Bash from here to Las Vegas. The prizes for best costume were awesome including a Get Out of Jail Free Pass. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sort of. I used to be a cop. You know how that goes. In fact, Ricardo's father and I were partners way back when." "Yeah, Sammy I know how that goes. Once a cop always a cop. And I really appreciate your cooperation. What about the lady?" "Well, as you can see we have beautiful ladies who work here, dancing, waiting tables and what all. That's why I called it the Fox Club, get it? This one was different. When she strolled up to the bar just about every eye in the place was fixated on her. Like we were all in a trance." "Now, she was wearing a costume, is that right?" "Well, yeah. She was a witch. Had the hat and broom and everything. She was wearing a cape and underneath it some sort of black nylon and floral lace teddy. When she opened that cape, well, use your imagination, but let me tell you, those nipples were just sticking out through that teddy saying hello. She definitely would have won best costume had she hung around for the judging." "Sammy, what about the victim? Let's see. James Moroski was his name. How did he meet up with her exactly?" "Yeah, well I couldn't figure that one out. He was a rather normal looking forty-something guy. He wasn't even wearing a costume. Before he arrived, several studs walked up to her sitting on the barstool and said a few words. They all quickly went away with their tails between their legs. And then this Moroski guy walks in and she approaches him, like she had been looking for him, but he didn't seem to know her when they first spoke. In about two minutes he's hanging on her like a puppy dog." "She took that cape off and was dancing, mostly by herself. The guy joined her on the floor but he was hardly moving. "The girls," and Sammy pointed to the all girl band who just happened to be taking a break from afternoon rehearsal, "gave her the strolling mike and she could really sing and was just going crazy with the strutting and the dancing. Hey girls, get your sweet cheeks up and play that number that wild witch did with you." These girls in the band were gorgeous but they looked like, well, dykes or biker babes Jack thought. All leather and tattoos. "OK, guys," said Candy the drummer, "Here it is, the Monster Mash by the one and only Bobby "Boris" Picket. And that girl who sang with us was one bitching bitch and she can hang out with us any time." "I was working in the lab, late one night, When my eyes beheld an eerie sight. For my monster from his slab began to rise, And suddenly, to my surprise, He did the mash. He did the monster mash; The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash. He did the mash. It caught on in a flash. He did the mash. He did the monster mash. From my laboratory in the castle east, To the master bedroom where the vampires feast, The ghouls all came from their humble abode, To get a jolt from my electrode. They did the mash. They did the monster mash. It was a graveyard smash. They did the mash. It caught on in a flash. They did the mash. They did the monster mash. The zombies were having fun, The party had just begun. The guests included wolfman, Dracula and his son. The scene was rocking, all were digging the sounds, Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds, The coffin bangers were about to arrive, With their vocal group, the crypt kicker five." "That's enough Sammy. Please." The racket was driving Jack crazy and Sammy motioned for the girls to stop. "Then what happened?" "And then they left after about an hour. Well, you know the rest. His body was discovered in his car a few miles away the next morning." "Is there anything else you can think of, Sammy?" "The lady had a Harley. I went out to my car to get my checkbook out of my glove compartment when she pulled in. Quite the impressive Harley it was. "I rode a WLA military Harley in the big war. Later when I returned home I bought one via the government surplus program. I still have it but haven't ridden it in years. Still runs great. I fire it up every couple days. The lady rode a '51 Panhead." "I didn't see anything about the Harley in the report, Sammy, but I guess you didn't think it was important at the time. Well, thanks, you have been very helpful and I'll be in touch again." It all began to fit together somewhat. The Harley, the lady, the victims. Jack talked to the medical examiners who performed the autopsies on both murdered men. There was no question the same person committed both. The blood was drained and the penis was removed in an identical manner. Bitten off. Surprisingly the news media had not caught on yet and started a serial killer craze, but it was just a matter of time. What Jack decided to pursue next was the specific connection between Masterson and Moroski, both professors. Moroski taught anthropology and religion courses at a local Phoenix college. This semester he was teaching Magic, Witchcraft and Healing, American Indian Religions and Women & Religion as Jack discovered when he visited the campus. Jack couldn't put his finger on a motive but somehow he thought these two professors had some information that either the lady wanted or didn't want them to divulge. No one yet had yet given this beautiful and erotic woman a name. Where to start with the investigation of the late Professor Moroski was Jack's next order of business. He decided to visit the campus. The other professors didn't offer much of further enlightenment. A few of the students did. Jacqueline and Christa were two of the most entertaining young ladies Jack had ever met. They invited him back to their sorority house and talked his ear off. The girls were very interested in witchcraft and wicca; an interest which Professor Moroski shared and taught about. "You know of course that real witches engage in ritualistic sex with the Devil and his fallen angels," Jacqueline lectured. "The first written documentation of this is the Toulouse trial of Anne-Marie de Georgel in 1335." "Yeah, and real witches practice penis-thievery," added Christa, which immediately got Jack's undivided attention. She continued, "That is well chronicled in the Malleus Maleficarum which was an international bestseller and the bible all about witches several hundred years ago." "Hey girls, let me ask this," interjected Jack. "How can you tell for certain if a woman is a witch?" Christa explained, "Go back a few centuries ago. Alleged witches were hunted down, strip-searched, tortured, mutilated and executed. The witch craze caused women to fear their own sexuality. The genital search was a necessary requirement during any witch trial. Back then an enlarged clitoris was today's fingerprint and DNA evidence to prove one undoubtedly a witch." "Abnormally large genitalia usually meant a death sentence, but not always. Sometimes the woman was shown mercy and the clitoris was amputated. Most of the torture and persecution of witches was prompted by the woeful ignorance of female anatomy on the part of men. Some things never change, do they Mr. Davis?" Christa smirked at that and paused. Jack was rather speechless at the sensuous candor of these young ladies. Jacqueline continued the train of thought. "Dr. Francois Rabelais, in his Gargantua and Pantagruel, maintained that an itching clitoris dominates a witch's every thought and action. Quit scratching Christa, you frigging witch!" "In 1595 Nicholas Remy published Daemonolatria which proclaimed no mercy for witches. Like mad dogs, they should not be spared. Again, the work, which most fueled the persecution, torture and execution of witches, was Malleus Maleficarum. All about a witch's insatiable carnal lust and consort with devils." "One of the more interesting trials in England several hundred years ago involved my great, great, great grandmother who was being tried as a witch. One of the jurors named Arthur something or other, who also happened to be a writer of erotica, had never actually 'seen' a clitoris. When he had sex with his wife, it was always in the dark and they were fully clothed except for an opening here and there. When confronted with an up close and personal look at the alleged witch's clitoris during the trial, Arthur developed some sort of epileptic seizure, choked on his own tongue and vomit, and in minutes died right in the court room. If it were not for that incident which put the fear of witches into the other jurors, Granny would have been hanged and I wouldn't be here." Jacqueline kept a totally straight face after she had recited the last part, but Christa burst out laughing and Jack knew his leg was being pulled. "Anything else I should know about witches?" he asked. "Look for a witch's tit, a supernumery nipple. I'll show you, Mr. Davis," Jacqueline cooed as she removed her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Christa unzipped Jack's pants and pulled him out, playfully began to stroke him as she talked about love magic. "Mr. Davis, have you ever read the Munich Handbook? All about demonic spells to acquire the love of a woman. You must take the blood of a dove and with it draw a nude woman on the skin of a female dog. And then, well, this gets pretty complicated. Oh, forget it." With that she bent over Jack and began sucking him. Jacqueline took over the talking. "There are many other techniques to arouse a woman's lust," Jacqueline began, "if you are not into writing on dogs with blood then try soaking wool in a bat's blood and put it under your lady's head while she is sleeping. Also putting ants' eggs in her bath water brings on almost instantaneous orgasm. Now, don't be doing this to us, but if you write the words in capital letters 'PAX+PIX+ABYRA+SYTH+SAMASIC' on a hazel stick and hit your lady on the head with it three times, then French kiss her, she will love you forever. Well, at least for a couple hours anyway. A bull's balls or the tail of a fox also are very erotic. Hey, Christa, let me have some!" She pulled Christa off Jack and went down on him herself. "Now Mr. Davis," Christa began meandering, "we have several recipes we would like you to try." Christa had unzipped her jean shorts and began playing with herself while she watched Jack go in and out of Jacqueline's mouth. "We have Asafoetida which is made from devil's dung, also known as Ferula Foetida. The Hindu call it 'hing.' This hing shit is also a wonderful laxative plus it cures colic. And what about garlic? Not only does it keep the vampires off your neck and other parts of your body, it has many other benefits. Especially it is good for a limp dick. Glad to see you don't have that problem, Mr. Davis. But if you did, and you just might later, we will mix cloves of garlic with lard and rub it on you and you will be just fine in a matter of minutes. Hey Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" She pulled Jacqueline off Jack by the hair. "Tell Mr. Davis about the tools we witches use, like our lips." Christa took over while Jacqueline caught her breath and then began to speak. "But Christa, you forgot to tell Mr. Davis what we do to toads, you know, cut off their heads and skin and boil them in our cauldron. Of course, we pry out that precious stone out of their severed head while their body is cooking. Christa?" "Hmmmmmm?" "Never mind, Christa. Let's see, Mr. Davis. A witch's tools. Well, I just mentioned the cauldron where we cook up stuff. It is a symbol of the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. We have our Athame, which is a double-edged knife linked with God because of its phallic nature. The Athame has a black handle. Our other knife, the Bolline, has a white handle. It is used for cutting herbs. Do you smoke dope, Mr. Davis? Can't you talk dude?" "Never mind," Jacqueline said in disgust as Jack ignored her. "A witch's broom is called a Besom. It's not for flying. We are going to stick the other end up your ass!" "Huh?" was all Jack could mutter. "Oh, you really can talk, Mr Davis? Now, let's talk about the Wand. The magic tool. I want your magic tool inside me, Mr. Davis." Jacqueline was wearing a skirt and had no panties underneath. She hadn't been teasing her nether place like Christa had been but she was very wet nonetheless. She pushed Christa away, lifted her skirt up, sat in Jack's lap and slipped him inside her. Over the next two hours Jack discovered that Jacqueline and Christa were more like bitches in heat than witches. He felt like he had been mugged when he walked out the door. He wasn't sure if it was the fucking and sucking the two girls had just administered or the potion they gave him to sip. Their own special witch's brew they said. Who the hell needed Viagra anyway is what he thought. That discussion was enlightening Jack recalled fondly as he dialed Brett's phone number. "I'm looking for a woman who is, at least on occasion a witch who practices penis-thievery." He summarized the conversation with the girls for Brett. "So I guess I'll have to check all possible suspects for a witch's tit and an enlarged clitoris." They both laughed heartily at that prospect. Jack got in his Mercedes and headed back toward Las Vegas. On the way he made a call on his cellular phone to his newspaper editor friend, Bill Nelson. He requested a check of the classified sections of all major newspapers within five hundred miles. A check for any 1951 Panheads advertised in the past three months. "This is important, Bill. Hire temporaries or whatever and get it done quickly. Of course I'll pay for it." "No you won't pay for it, Jack. I still owe you big time for your help on those serial killings when I was with the paper in Detroit. I'll get you the information as soon as I can." Two days later, Bill called back with a list of 1951 Panheads for sale. There were only two. One phone number immediately drew Jack's attention. Right in Marvin Johnston's neighborhood. Marvin Johnston didn't add much to the information Jack had acquired. He seemed to have no clue as to why his wife had just up and vanished. In his opinion, their marriage was fine and Laurie was happy. He did mention she appeared somewhat quiet and introspective recently, as if she was constantly thinking about something far off. Marvin told Jack that Laurie shortly before she vanished often had a look on her face that reminded him, particularly since he was a preacher, of a newly born again Christian. Marvin did mention he found some strange erotic books that Laurie had hidden and he showed them to Jack and he recognized the works of Sir Richard Francis Burton. Jack soon discovered he had found the right 1951 Panhead. Joshua Marshall told him of the mysterious Danel who purchased it and the even more mysterious woman who rode off on it the next day. The woman now had a name, Lilith. Joshua also implied that Marvin Johnston's wife, Laurie, and this Danel had some sort of liaison. The young girl, Rachael, was present while Joshua and Jack were talking. She added vivid descriptions of Danel and Lilith. Rachael told Jack she thought Danel must be a bad angel who took her mother and he was surprised Joshua didn't contradict her. Jack thought she was quite the outspoken bright young lady. Joshua did insist that Jack also talk to his Native American friend Nathaniel who was also present the day Danel and Lilith picked up the Harley. He called him on the phone. Nathaniel repeated his Lilith spiel to Jack. He also mentioned that if he wanted to talk to somebody who knew more about the subject, contact one Dr. Caitlin Cornplanter of the Harvard Divinity School. Nathaniel mentioned he was in occasional contact with her via e-mail on a variety of subjects. Jack knew he was about finished here and announced he was going to head back to Las Vegas to tie up some loose ends. "Oh, Pappy, can I go with him? You were going to take me to Granny Johnston's anyway. Can I please? I want to ride in that cool car! Mr. Davis, please, pretty please?" Jack and Joshua looked at each other and both smiled bemusedly and nodded. On the way to Granny Johnston's, Rachael told Jack all about her theories about dandelions and locusts. "Mr. Davis, you know there were many of them, not just Danel." Yes, that's what Joshua said too, Jack thought to himself. He wondered what the rest of them were doing. Rachael told Jack of Danel's great interest in the Great Pyramid and his story about the dollar bill and his penchant for chewing dandelions. Rachael fell asleep and it was a quiet ride the rest of the way. He dropped her off at Granny Johnston's and she gave him a big hug and kiss and said, "Please find my mother, Mr. Davis." Jack decided to talk to the waiter at the casino where Joseph Masterson was murdered. He apparently was the only person who had actually overheard the conversation between Masterson and this Lilith. The waiter's name was Abraham. "What did they talk about, Abraham? Did you overhear anything?" Jack inquired. "The lady was fluent in Hebrew. That totally impressed me. And what a looker! Absolutely incredible. One thing I really recall that intrigued me that I heard them talking about was Bigfoot. You know, Sasquatch. Another word I heard was Nephilim. You know, Nephilim, the fallen angels. Also I overheard the lady tell the dude she was a vampire. Of course she was kidding. Wasn't she?" "Well thanks, Abraham, and I'm sure the lady was kidding about being a vampire," Jack said and left. What was the connection between all this he asked himself. Nephilim, Lilith, Sasquatch, vampires, witches, Harleys, preachers. Jack spent the next two days almost non-stop on his computer and on the phone. He took a couple catnaps, drank cup after cup of coffee and kept right at it. First the MPI, the Missing Persons Index, on the internet. This index listed only missing persons who were reported to a police agency. Jack wondered how many were not reported to the police. The MPI provided a description of the missing person and the circumstances of their disappearance. Of great advantage to Jack was that it also provided the family's e-mail address and indicated the police agency handling the investigation. Jack concentrated on missing women who initially somewhat fit the profile of Laurie Johnston. Once he pursued additional information with the family and the investigating police, he developed a list of three other women who disappeared under circumstances similar to Laurie. In each instance he was able to verify the existence of a stranger riding a motorcycle being seen with the woman or in the vicinity. He was also able to verify that each woman was somehow connected to a man who was involved in organized religion. A father in one instance and the husband in the two other cases. Jack corrected himself. The Father was a priest who was the missing woman's brother. Brett called and Jack filled him in on the latest developments. Jack asked him to do some research on certain subjects which had piqued his interest. I'm off to Salt Lake City, Brett. That's where the second similar mysterious disappearance occurred." To Be Continued...


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17 Gay Erotic Stories from Dvora Sosan

Prey For Me Ch. 01

Like locusts, they came swarming out of the Badwater Basin of Death Valley. They rode smoking Harleys in groups of ten. Each day another group of ten wove their way through each other's dust clouds on the road from the abyss to their assignations. The names of the leaders of the locusts, Samazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel, Danel, Ezequeel, Baraqijal, Asael, Armaros,

Prey For Me Ch. 02

Danel continued to drive toward Death Valley Junction. Laurie asked him to stop at the next gas station so she could use the bathroom. They bought soft drinks out of the machine and sat on the hood of a junked car. "Where are we going from here, Danel? C'mon, give me a hint." "In your dreams; your fantasies. Where would you like to go, Laurie?" "With you, Danel. Wherever you

Prey For Me Ch. 04

Pt. IV: CirCUMstantial Evidence On the drive up Interstate 15 to Salt Lake City that took all night and part of the morning, Jack thought about how it was not one of his favorite places. He had been there twice before. Getting information was often like pulling teeth. One of the strangest places he had ever been; like a totally different planet. His past experiences, however, did

Prey For Me Ch. 06

During the short ride to the scene of the crime, or at least where the victim was discovered, Caitlin did all the talking. "Do you know Las Vegas is by far the fastest growing city and has grown 55% in the past eight years? Do you know over 150 people move to Las Vegas every day? Do you know Las Vegas has four churches for every casino?" On and on she went. Jack was getting

Prey For Me Ch. 07

Pt. VII: Cowgirls & Indians Brett and Caitlin chatted incessantly on the return flight to Cleveland where they left their cars. Mostly he wanted to talk about the case and she wanted to talk about Jack Davis. "Brett, please tell me more about Jack. I know some of the story. Forty-something. Navy Seal and then the C.I.A. One of the most respected P.I.'s in the business. That's

Prey For Me Ch. 08

Pt. VIII: The Scoop Kim Wright appeared next on Jack's short list of appointments to make. He called the private number Sam Hanson wrote on the back of her business card. Jack knew it was an old card because Sam had told him Kim was no longer an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the largest paper in Nevada. The two agreed to meet for an early dinner at a

Prey For Me Ch. 10

Kim and Jack rode to the scene of the fourth Lilith murder in Sam Hanson's Cadillac. It was a brand new Catera Sport. Ebony on the outside; and charcoal soft leather on the inside. Jack sat in the back and rather liked the way it handled. Sam rambled about all the features and specifications and Jack wondered why he did not get to the more pressing business at hand. He soon got an

Prey For Me Ch. 11

Pt. XI: The Queen of Hearts Hours later when Jack, Kim and Sam arrived back in Las Vegas, Jack wanted to meet with Thomas Peterson immediately if not sooner. He did. But Peterson wasn't talking. He was dead. The three left immediately for the police impound garage where Peterson's vehicle had been taken. Detective Jimmy DeDad of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department met

Prey For Me Ch. 12

Pt. XII: The Yakuza Jack began to stir about noon. Something under the covers made him quite alert. Kim encouraged him to rise in more ways than one with her warm and wet lips. When she finished she stuck her head out from under the covers and said coyly, as cum dripped from her chin, "Thanks for breakfast." Over coffee Jack and Kim discussed their strategy for questioning the

Prey For Me Ch. 13

Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas "So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack. "Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?" Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Timo." "What's that?"

Prey For Me Ch. 14

Jack persuaded Kim to pick up Caitlin at McCarran International Airport. "It will give you a chance to get to know one another. I'm going to meet with the governor's daughter, Sal Bridge." "Sure Jack, I'll go get her. I feel like I already know her quite well. Do you think Caitlin made reservations at a hotel?" "I doubt it, why do you ask, Kim? Caitlin most likely assumes I

Prey For Me Ch. 15

Pt. XV: Biker Babes The bait rode to see Spike in Sal's Land Cruiser. Obviously the three women would not fit very well in Kim's Miata. Caitlin mentioned the time she sat on Brett's lap in Jack's Mercedes SLK convertible. "I'm looking forward to getting on a bike again," Caitlin reminisced. "It has been awhile. There is something about riding a motorcycle that makes me real

Prey For Me Ch. 16

Kim and Caitlin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on bagels and reading. Sal strolled in from just showering. "What written word are you girls so engrossed in this morning?" Sal inquired pleasantly. "Look at my bum, Caitlin, it's still red! You are a brute." "What the hell did you two do to each other last night after I fell asleep?" Kim snapped, a tinge of jealousy

Prey For Me Ch. 17

Sal, Kim and Caitlin rode their Harleys up I-95 from Las Vegas toward Reno for hours. At Stonewall Flat, Caitlin pulled ahead and motioned the others to turn off on Rt. 266. They headed north along the California-Nevada border. When they entered the small town of Dyer, Nevada, Caitlin pulled into the small parking lot of a tavern next to the post office. Kim and Sal followed her

Prey For Me Ch. 18

Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost his penis and his life in

Prey For Me Ch. 19

Pt. XIX: Matches Made in Heaven (or Hell?) Jack explained to Caitlin, Kim and Sal his activities regarding the 'locusts.' Araqiel, Kakabel and Penemue have been frequenting a certain establishment, The Horny Devil. One of the real hotspots in Reno, even the casino crowd likes to show their faces. "I have been unable to follow the three to wherever they call home. They seem to

Prey For Me, Chapter 3

Several weeks after her strange encounters of the sexual kind with Danel, Laurie had some unusual but familiar feelings. She went to the local drug store and purchased an ANSWER PLUS home pregnancy test. Purple haze. On the way to the store she sang ... "Purple Haze all in my brain; Many things just don't seem the same. Acting funny but I don't know why. 'Scuze me while I

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