Wednesday, October 03, 2012

A murder story - part twelve

Welcome back to the continuing saga that is poorly titled (for now) "A Murder Story" although an earlier suggestion is really growing on me. This is the frist part of the second day of this winding and twisting crime saga. The second day gets very interesting...

If this is your first visit here, please feel free to go back and read the story from the beginning.


“What the fuck?” Officer Kline’s cell phone buzzed on the bedside night stand. He muttered incoherently as he clumsily reached across his naked partner and girlfriend’s body, not caring if he woke her up or not.

“What?” Danny gruffly answered his phone as he looked at the glowing blue display of the alarm clock, taking a mental note of it reading 3:55 AM.

“Jeeeesus Christ,” Danny said rather flatly as Miranda sat up in bed and fumbled for her glasses, “Again?”

Miranda leaned in as she tried to hear the other side of the conversation, her bare breasts brushing Danny’s arm.

“Alright, yeah, I’ll call her and pick her up too. Just text me that address, I’ll be there ASAP.”

Danny sat the phone down and slowly slid out of bed and strode across the dark bedroom and entered the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” Miranda asked as she grabbed one of Danny’s t-shirts and pulled it on over her head.

“Another damn murder. And it sounds familiar.”

“How so Danny?” Miranda asked loudly as she headed down the hallway to quickly brew a pot of coffee.

Miranda returned to the bedroom and removed her borrowed t-shirt and stepped into the shower with Danny.

“Well, what’s the scoop Danny?” Miranda asked as she soaped up her body.

“Neighbor was woke up by some pretty serious screaming. It was one of the townhomes out on the north edge of town. Then a thud on her bedroom wall. That’s when she called 911. When the officer arrived, he checked next door and got no answer but did notice that the door was ajar. That’s when he saw the woman with a fireplace poker plunged through her stomach pinned to her bathroom door.”

“Fuck. Well I guess we’ll see what’s up when we get out there.”

“Yeah,” Danny said as he lathered his hair with a healthy dollop of shampoo and quickly rinsed it out, “but I’m not looking forward to getting called in on a Saturday but there’s almost gotta be some sort of connection. I mean two women don’t just end up pinned to something two days in a row without a connection. It’s too random of a way to kill someone.”

Miranda quickly lathered her hair with a fruit-scented shampoo. She giggled a bit as Danny played with her wet breasts.

Miranda reached out with her left hand and pushed Danny’s horny hands away from her breasts, “Jesus Danny, we don’t have time for you to play feelsy right now.”

“I know. I know. It’s just when I see you all wet and steamy I can’t help myself. I just want to suck on those boobies like a little-”

“Like a little baby? Do you see me as your mommy, Danny?”

“No, but-”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you’re a pervert Danny.”

Miranda leaned in and kissed Danny.

“Now get the fuck out of the shower and let’s see what kind of gore greets us before sunrise.” Miranda said as she stepped out of the shower, water dripping off of her and pooling on the tile floor.

Danny wandered down the hall and grabbed himself and Miranda travel cups of coffee, returning just as Miranda finished adjusting her bra.

“Shit, do I have a spare uniform here Danny?” Miranda asked as she hastily towel dried her blond hair.

“I think you have one in the closet. If not, you can wear what you have on.”

“Really? You’re encouraging me to work in my underwear?”

Danny laughed, “I know it would make me look very forward to the end of the day.”

“Very funny, Dan. Did you find a uniform for me?”

“Yeah, here you go babe.”

“Cool,” Miranda said as she wiggled her way into her blue police-issue pants, “We should be out of here in five minutes. Are you ready yet Danny?”

“Yeah,” Danny mumbled from inside his closet, “I’m almost ready, and I can shave on the way.”

Miranda grabbed her crime scene kit and both cups of coffee and hurriedly walked through Danny’s house to the garage where Danny was turning on his laptop and arranging his crime scene kit.

“Alright,” Danny said as he pushed the button for the garage door opener and turned the key in the Durango’s ignition, “Off we go in to the darkness of a mid-April morning. Only the Lord himself knows what this day will bring. We could bring an end to these murders or we could find still more terrible secrets. Secrets that lie just beneath the surface of the seemingly tame and mundane surface of Kennebrook.”

“Really,” Miranda said, pausing to gulp down a large swallow of coffee, “Did you just narrate the beginning of the fucking day, Danny? I mean it was a good narration but a bit dramatic for 4:25 AM, don’t you think?”


Be sure to check back for the ongoing second chapter of this intriguing murder mystery!

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