Murder by Blackmail


By Lorraine B.
© 2002

 

Walking through the doors of the Blue Parrot nightclub, I shivered happy to be out of the sleet and the rain. Gazing about the immense size of the club, I saw it was filled to capacity remembering there were several conventions in the city. There were many in attendance that I have known for years along with singles, couples, prostis', pimps, and Wise Guys. This club was what was referred to as a female impostor's club, now I think they're called Gay clubs.

Spotting an open stool at the end of the bar, I quickly moved to it before it was taken. Removing my wet trench coat, placing it on the back of the stool, I sat down wiggling my round firm ass onto the stool. Mike the bartender brought me a scotch and soda without me ordering it. No, I wasn't a regular but Mike always remembered people he liked and the good tippers. Okay, so I was both.

"Thanks Mike, I sure can use it. It's really nasty tonight." I said as I reached into my purse and paid him.

"It sure is and it isn't even winter yet. Sweetheart, watch your ass tonight. Cherry is really pissed about you taking that guy from her last week. She said he was her trick for the night." He said barely audible above the very loud music.

"He came to me and we hit it off here, he was also married and I threw his ass out to go home to his wife. Besides I'm free and I don't have any social diseases not like her whoring ass.  Tell her, her wheelchair is double-parked outside.

Cherry is too old, fat and manly lookiig to be in the Drag Shows. The bitch has to use a road grader and paint sprayers to apply her industrial strength warpaint. I heard she has to use the handicapped stall so she can get the Walker in. Oh sorry, it's a wheelbarrow or was it a forklift. I also heard that she can't use light support hose anymore and has to use surgical stockings to keep her varicose veins in."

"Oh no, I'm not getting into any bitch wars. Confidentially it’s a forklift." He said with a smile.

"So when are we going out Mike?"

"When you have the surgery, sweetheart."

That was always his line. You see I'm a Transsexual that has not gone through full transitioning yet. I want to, but I have to help out my widowed mother and mentally handicapped sister.

Sure the family knows what and who I am but employers are a different story and I am their soul support since dad died. In addition, yes he did know about me after I was caught leaving the house en femme one-day.

He was angry but he said to be careful and not do my dressing at home, as the neighbors wouldn't understand. And now, they all think I'm gay as I haven't married and don't have a girlfriend in sight. I do dress at home but not to go out, again the neighbors. I dress androgynously at work hoping that no one would notice I had female cut clothing on. I long for the infrequent weekends to rent a room and be the real me, Terri. Yes, there are times I have lusty sex; there are times I forget what sex is. I have never had the true love of a man. Am I cynical? Not in the least.

I slowly sipped my drink and enjoyed the show, Not the one on the stage but the audience. I thought that the gutters were all empty and flowed into this joynt. I was amazed how much Prosti trash was evident in here; all of them gay, straight and TG. Even those in the show were hooking! I saw one queen give a Blowjob as the show was on; she gave a whole new meaning to the word show.

Oh well, I know you have to live and survive, jobs are tough for us but there has to be a better way. Many of these people are strung out from drugs, many for the thrill of having sex and rolling their johns, and many to pay for their surgery to start a new life as the sex they should have been born as.

 

Families and friends throw these people onto the street. Society shuns them all as a whole. The medical and insurance communities are the worst taking advantage of these souls. Doctors and pharmaceutical companies overcharge them for the drugs used to change their bodies and their surgeries. Psychiatrists and psychologists say talk we'll listen for a heavy price and not listen; sure you'll get your letter after you pay our price. Insurance companies dictate to those that they insure, they will not support abhorrent behavior as they say TSs are in their boardrooms, nor will we support those that hire these creatures.

I count my blessings; I have a job, friends and my health. I have a roof over my head and food to eat. Mom was always sick but I have my insurance to help cover her. My sister Abigail was Abigail; she'll never be the same after that beating and rape she received from one of her students, Yeah she was a teacher in a very rough school. She was just out of college and gullible. She was hired as a Special Ed. Teacher. Her principal said she wore suggestive clothing and that was why she was raped, Bullshit! The kid was a JD gangbanger with a rap sheet a mile long. She lost her mind to the shock, I lost my sister and the JD was left on the streets because he was a juvi and underprivileged. Shit!  

My further philosophical thinking made me realize that life truly sucked. I saw in my mind why the TG community had so many murders and suicides. Everyone preyed on these people. From the gays to the straights, even their own brother and sister TG's. Yeah, life is the pits!

 

I was about to start my third drink of the evening when my pager went off scaring the hell out of me. I even splashed my drink onto the guy next to me trying to pick me up for the night.

I had forgotten I had the pager this weekend. I was on call as my profession was not as a Call Girl but a Special Investigator for the Major Crimes Unit of the CountyState's Attorneys office.

"Oh Shit!" I said as saw the number to the office flashed at me in urgency.

I pulled out my cell phone from my purse and called the office.

"Hi Gail, you paged. What's up?"

"Glad you called back so soon. The PD and ME called in a Stiff in Olde Towne. It was just like another last week they had, near this one, they said. They think it might be a Serial. The Captain said to give it to you anyway. He was proud of the way you profiled that last one and beat the Feds on it."

"All I used was Common Sense that the PD and Feds overlooked or ignored the facts on the case."

"Yeah but the bosses hate those arrogant assholes."

"Gail………Um……. it will take me some time to get there."

"By the way, Where are you? I know it's a bar I can hear the noise."

"The Parrot."

"Oh Shit kid, and dressed too, I assume too."

Gail and I were as close as sisters were, after she had seen some photos of me sent by some jealous bitchy asshole to the boss. The boss had a fit and the case was turned over to Internal Affairs for investigation. I was exonerated as I explained I was a TS. I was on hormones, dressed as a female in my own privacy. I planned to have the surgery, dressed androgynously at work and in court, and not sexually active but I was condemned for having members of the real Mob as real family. They thought I was a plant for the mob to gain information on future inquiries, investigations and prosecutions. Fuck I A!

"Ah……….Yeah." I said.

"I told you to keep a bag with androgynous clothing and shoes in your trunk."

"Oh Shit, I forgot I had it in there. Yeah, but the makeup?"

"Any waterproof?

"I think so, I dunno."

"Oh crap! Use cold crème and grab a roll of shit paper. If they say they saw any residue, we'll both lie like hell for you. Times awastin' Hon. You only have thirty minutes to get there now."

"Great, you mean you already punched the clock?"

 

"Yep, so get your sweet little padded ass, hips and tits movin' girl."

"Everything is courtesy of the hormones, I love you too, and I want Barry's number too for payback. Bye." I said as I cut the call.

Once a call comes in to us, we have thirty minutes to be on the crime scene. The duty officer pages the investigators, once they call into the office; the card is punched again. Those thirty minutes can go by real fast getting to a crime scene. The card is again punched when we arrive at the CS.

I quickly chugged my drink as I put my trench coat on. I ran out the door as fast as my high heels could carry my little ass.

I was at my car, opened my trunk and removed my bag. Quickly I took my black women's denim jeans out of the bag and had them on under my skirt and slip. I removed the trench coat and took off the skirt, slip and jacket of the suit I had on but left the blouse on. I pulled on an overly large black ski sweater, took off my heels and put on a women's pair of white bobbi socks and hiking boots.

Grabbing the other bag in the trunk, I removed my utility belt that had my holstered pistol, cuffs and latex gloves. I put the bet and gear around my small waist and covered it all with the sweater.

Back to the first bag I used the cold crème and tried to remove all the makeup. My nails had polish on so I used driving gloves to cover my hands. Brushing out my hair, I used a rubber band to hold my hair into a ponytail, although I could do nothing with my bangs to hide them. I was pissed that it took me so long to get ready to go out and I didn't even get laid. I was amazed that someone hadn't tried to propositioned or picked up me up as I stripped on that busy, well-lit street.

I retrieved my Wallet, ID and badge from my purse. I threw it into the bag along with the clothes I wore and shoes.

Again, in the other bag I pulled out the jacket that said States Attorney Investigator and put it on. At least I knew it had inside pockets in the jacket for the ID's and wallet.

The bags went back into the trunk, closed the trunk and I was on my way. The Kojak light was on the roof twirling giving off its eerie red light and the siren was screaming it song of urgency. The car was traveling on the slick surfaces of the streets avoiding the traffic and potholes. I had made the crime scene in less than thirty minutes. Jeez, I'm good! At least my ass would still be mine and not my bosses.

I called Gail and told her I was on the scene.

"Good time in, darlin', check yourself out first and your partner is right behind you."

I waited until as another car pulled next to mine; it was my partner Timmy. The lovable old shit would soon be pulling the plug. He already bought a house down in the Keys of Florida. After twenty-five years of this crap handling the dregs of society, he deserved it. There was a knock on the car window.

"Okay gorgeous, let's go. Damn youse smell good, drop doz fancy lace drawers and I'll screw ya here. Jeez, at least I won't have to smell da stiff with youse near me." He said smiling and with a wink.

After over twenty years of Robbery, Homicide and Sex Crimes in the city, yeah, he knew about me. I loved this man as my partner and closest friend. He trained me over ten years ago and saw the differences in my body as it changed. He saw the clothes I wore, never saying anything derogatory. The way I walked and spoke. He was never rude or prejudiced. He was always my protector. One other thing was I never lied as so many of the investigators did in court, reports or to the boss.

"Damn Timmy, If I fucked you, you'd have a damn heart attack and die before you retired. Perfume…….Damn, that bad. Huh?"

"Listen kid if I fucked youse you'd know youse were fucked by a real man. If I hadda heart attack and died I haves a smile and so would youse along withs a very sore ass from my big dick.

Jeez, you smell like doz French whores! Hell kid, don’t bend over or youse'll find out why dey call them assholes up der Dicks. Besides, them assholes are always screwin' demselves. I think dey play a lot of drop da soap withs dem captains."

This was normal banter for the both of us. Another reason we were so good as a team was, Timmy could figure out all the angles to a crime. I could write the reports perfectly and remembered the slightest detail to any crime scene that was also described in the report.

Because of those reports our rates of conviction for the ASA's was over ninety-eight percent. The boss was always pleased at those rates, especially for re-election.

Getting out of the car I saw how run down the area really was. Many of the three flats were turned into six flats by the greedy slumlords that owned the buildings. Garbage littered the streets. At one time, this was the home of the Hippie Culture but now it was the home for immigrants, legal and illegal.

We were waved to the entrance of the building by a uniformed cop that knew us and told to go to the second floor. All Timmy did was moan as we went up the small stairway that led to an open doorway. Jeez, It smelled like a toilet!

We stood at the door and saw that the apartment was crowded. There appeared to have been a massive struggle or someone was looking for something. My thoughts were a search for something.

"Hey, Timmy's here with his girlfriend." One of the Dicks said.

"Gawd damn, it smells like my wife is here, She takes a fuckin' bath in da shit." Another Dick said.

"Yeah Freddy, so does my girlfriend and she sucks my dick. Hey, Timmy, she suck yours dick too?"

"Morse, youse ain't gotta dick or a fuckin' brain. Remember I youse ta work wi' youse. Hey Carpman, Yourse wife wears the crap ta keep youse away, kinda like garlic. Hey Mroz, youse call my partner as Terri with an I ors a Y, nuthin' else, fuckhead."

"Hey Timmy fuck youse and dat little faggot in da ass ors are youse fukin' it." Mroz said.

Timmy went nuts! He grabbed that cop and just hit him once in the chin. The younger cop fell to the floor unconscious. Not one of the other cops helped the one on the floor.

There is an unwritten rule that a cop follows: Anything is fair to be made fun of except your partner. Partners protect each other; their ties together are greater than any blood family members are. They know each other's deepest and darkest secrets.

"Where's da stiff? Who called it in? Get dat asshole off da floor and out of my sight. Tell da fucker I have a drop gun ready for his ass and a cement truck ready to bury em."

"Sorry Timmy, Sorry Terri, In da bedroom, a neighbor heard da scuffle, we’ll get em out and tell em." Carpman said apologetically.

"C'mon kid. And youse guys tell em I'll cap his ass if I ever sees em. Anywheres in da citys ors out!"

 

Timmy was pissed as he went into the bedroom. I just remained quiet and followed. I heard his intake of breath as we entered.

Someone did a number in his or her search of this apartment. There were holes in the walls and in the closet. The ceiling was partially torn down. Clothes were strewed everywhere. The clothes were expensive but not designer label.

A very pretty girl's body dressed only in her panties and bra was hog tied onto the bed. A red curtain tie back tassel was around her neck. The worst was a bullet hole in the middle of her pretty forehead.

"Hi Doc, whats ya got."

"Hi Timmy, Hi Terri, a stiff with rigors setting in."

"No shit, She's not bad looking, real looker. Whatta shameful waste."

"First of all she is a he, like, no offense Terri, like your partner there."

"Holy shit! Terri if youse looked that good I'd marry youse in a second. I'd still fuck ya nows anyways."

"First you have to get it up, Timmy." I said

"Anyway, first she was beaten severely breaking several of her ribs, the right tibia and left fibula are broken, so are the wrists and fingers, she was also choked with the tie back and finally shot. We have an entry, powder wounds and no exit, small caliber weapon at short range. 

Here's her ID, which we found in her purse, along with ten grand in cash. " The ME said.

"Ten Grand? Dats a hell of a lotta cabbage. Photos done yet? Dusted? Valerie Elaine Swoboda, age twenty-one, female and this address. Okay a Pollock, Real driver's license but da age, I don't think so.

"I agree, age is more like nineteen. Sure that's a great deal of money. Photos are done and the place is clean." The ME said.

"Sexual relations?"

"Don't know yet, possibly, I won't know until after the Post. I know you want five sets of prints, all ten by ten. You also want my report now."

"Hey doc, where youse at da other murder near here last week?"

"No, you want the package on that one too?"

"Yeah, Female, last week Wednesday, a few blocks from here."

"Sure I'll find it and send it to you. Terri when will you come out all the way?"

"Doc, I still live at home and the family has medical problems. I need the money for them. Jeez, the bigots I have for neighbors would bomb or burn the house down."

"I understand, but you've confused many people and probably yourself."

"Nah, I'm as sane as you are but this damn job……….that's another story."

The matter was dropped quickly as the morgue attendants arrived to take the body to the morgue. We watched as they gently loosened her bindings, straightening the body out. She was then lifted into a body bag and onto a gurney with the zipper closed on the bag. The two attendants lifted the gurney and left, after strapping the body down.

"Okay doc, lets seal da apartment ands da crime scene. Da hasp ands lock are ready."

Silently we left the CS after the locks were shut at both the front and back doors; the ME placed the seals on the doorjamb and the door. The seal stated it was a felony to break them and gain entry. What a laugh I thought. Most ppople such as family and friends of the deceased obey the seals but the ghouls and the landlord, never.

The next stop was the neighbor Eve Martinez that lived next door to the deceased. Timmy wanted me to do the interview. He said that women feel more comfortable speaking to women. Tommy said I didn't look like a guy at all. More acceptance from the old goat!

Mrs. Martinez, she was an older lady of about sixty years old, kindly, short, and stout. We identified ourselves and were led into her living room. The apartment was clean and well kept. The furniture was old but clean. She was very religious by all the religious paraphernalia in the living room from statues to paintings. Gawd, I felt like I was in church!

"Mrs. Martinez, did you know Valerie?"

"Sure, she sometimes would go to the store for me. We would visit sometimes. She was a good girl but sometimes dressed too sexy."

"Sexy?"

"Yeah, tight and short skirts or pants, low cut blouses showing her boobs. The type of clothes teenagers wear."

"Did  he bring home many visitors?"

"Not normally just her boyfriend, Cruiser."

"Was this Cruiser there tonight?"

"No, I didn't know anyone was there until I heard the scream. That's when I called the coppers. "

"Did you hear a gunshot?"

"No, She was killed by a gun?"

"We think so. Did she ever carry much money?"

"Oh no, that girl worked at the restaurant sometimes for twelve or fourteen hours a day. She went to school at the community college and helped Cruiser at the restaurant he owns."

"Which one?"

"Cruiser's Drive in."

"Thank you Mrs. Martinez, we'll be in touch."

We left the apartment not speaking. We both were collecting our thoughts. We have a dead TG that was a possible teenager, tortured and shot to death, a ransacked apartment, and ten grand in cash that wasn't taken.

Now there was a boyfriend that owned a restaurant she worked in, she was kindly to her neighbor, sometimes dressed to sexily, and went to school. Nothing was adding up!

"You too, sweetheart?"

 I noticed he had dropped the accent. He said it was to disarm or to become one of the masses, I had to admit it worked pretty well. Other cops thought that he was one of them and the street people spoke to him as they would another person and not a cop. Sometimes he forgets to shut it off.

"Timmy, maybe the boyfriend has some answers?"

"Possibly, we should go pay him a call?"

"Let go, you drive toots."

"Toots?" I said as I smacked his arm with him drawing back.

We both piled into the car with me driving arriving at the restaurant. It wasn't a Michelin Five Star but homey as the drive-ins of the fifties and sixties. The neon lights shined cutting the darkness. I parked the car at the curb and we walked inside the restaurant.

We took a booth in the back, asking the waitress to get Cruiser, and ordered coffee.

In minutes a man, well built in his mid twenties arrived. I noticed that all the waitresses and the male help wore clothing styles of the fifties era. I saw Timmy smile in approval.

"Cruiser?" I asked as the man sat down.

"We're with the States Attorney's office. Sorry but we are investigating the death of one of your employees."

We saw his blood drain from his face.

"Who?"

"It was Valerie Swoboda, she was murdered several hours ago."

I saw the man cry openly with no shame. I saw the anguish in his eyes. They say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. I had to believe that now.

I saw that there was a love for Valerie as he spoke of her gentleness and beauty. The good times they both had and the bad. I sensed that this  an had nothing to do with this crime.

"Cruiser, what's your real name for the record."

"Xavier Francis Wodlarski, age twenty-five, born in this town."

"Okay, we'll stick with Cruiser."

"Mam, I told her not to get involved."

I ignored the mam bit but Timmy didn't by smiling and placing a hand on my thigh and lightly stroking it. Damn him! I had to concentrate on what I was saying.

"Involved how?"

"Several years ago I met Val while she was living and working the streets. I took her in not as a predator but a friend. Our friendship grew, as did my business. We fell in love. You do know she was a very special woman? We were going to be married after her surgery."

I nodded yes to him and said, "So am I."

"Sorry but I didn’t mean to pry. Are you her boyfriend?" Cruiser asked of Timmy.

"Naw, just her partner, at times I feel we're married. She's a great girl, might be a good wife too. Might be good in bed too!"

Wait a minute, girl not kid, wife, playing the thigh tap-dance, good in bed, punching out Mroz protecting me. Oh, oh!

"Timothy Aloysius O'Shea we need to talk later."

He knew I was angry when I used his full given name, I had his full attention. That damn black Irish asshole!

"I've had a strange feeling all day that something was wrong. Val knows a girl from the streets that comes here sometimes, Angel Velasquez.

We saw her a few weeks ago and said they would all be very rich."

"Who's they?"

"Cleo, Angel, Babs and Cari. I had to go to the kitchen then. When I came out a package was handed to Val. Babs said there were now six copies. Some attorney had the sixth copy."

"Do you know the name?"

"Harmon or Harrelson, something like that. Downtown office I think. I don't remember. They said the guy is really sleazy.

When can I get her remains? Her family threw her out. I need to do what's right for her. Gawd, I loved her!" Cruiser said as he began to cry again.

I called the waitress over and told her softly that Val was dead and to take care of Cruiser. I was assured she would. I left our cards with them both telling them to stay in touch with us.

This was the hardest part of this job telling those that loved the deceased that they were dead. I had done this so many times over the years it still drains me emotionally.

We went back to my car silently. I hadn't realized that Timmy was holding my hand in his. When I realized it I smiled and thought it felt good. What the hell was wrong with me? This is my partner!

As I drove, we agreed to meet at the office, downtown to file a preliminary report and then go home. Monday we could follow up on the leads we had. The attorney was the key.

I followed Timmy through the streets to be at our offices within fifteen minutes. He waited for me to get whatever notes I had accumulated. He held my arm as we went in, to the stares of those in the dispatcher office. Gail was the only one that winked and mouthed it was about time.

We walked down the hall to the office we shared not being exposed to anyone. I sat at my desk and he his while I drafted the report.

I fiiished the report leaving out the assault of Mroz by Timmy. As he read the report, I went to get coffee for us.

"Timmy took my advice, Huh?" Gail said.

"What are you babbling about now?"

"Timmy loves you, kid."

"What?"

"Are you deaf, he loves you. He told me months ago. I told him to go for it. I told him to treat you as any woman wanted to be treated, with respect and dignity."

"Gail are you nuts! In the field? At work? Do you want me canned? Us both canned?"

"Hey, you're no deep dark secret, Honey. Every attorney, judge, politician and cop knows about you. Some of them would love to get into your sweet little pants. Sorry, but Timmy is really special and nothing would surprise him about you."

"But Gail the Fraternization policy?"

"Act stupid as we all do. Even the bosses avert their eyes when they see you and what you've become."

"What's that?"

"A woman!"

"Wait Gail, I'm not complete yet."

"There's only one detail left."

"Yeah and I can't afford it. You know why too."

"Be a good girl and humor me."

"Okay Sis, now get off my ass."

We hugged and I retrieved the coffee for Timmy and me. I placed the coffee on his desk and sat at mine.

"Damn, you would make a good wife. Thanks for the coffee dear. I’ll give you a kiss later."

I blushed as he said that. I knew when he was serious and when he was kidding. He was serious!

"Great report, you got it all. Now take me home."

"Home?"

"Yeah or wherever you're going. We'll discuss it on the way, dear. From now on we're together." Timmy said forcefully.

We turned in the report to Gail and left the building hand in hand to the smiles and applauding of the night shift. Somehow, I felt that all would be okay for us as we went to the car and got in after he took a very large bag from his car.

I was in a happy frame of mind, pulling into the lot of the motel I had a room at. Timmy and I spoke all the way there about us. Our conversation was again in generalities it seemed that the black Irishman was avoiding the subject as usual. We took our bags from the car and entered the room. There was only one king sized bed, which seemed to please him. I wasn't tired and turned on the television while Timmy changed.

The twenty-four hour local cable news station did not report anything about Valerie. I was somewhat saddened by that. However, I was also happy that there was no mention due to her status as a TG. The Press does have a tendency to not give the total facts or blow things out of proportion.

I heard Timmy open the bathroom door and came out wearing his Pj's and a robe. There was about a ten-year difference between us. I had to admit he was nicely built and cute.

He came to me wrapping his arms around my body and kissed me tenderly. I melted as one into him. Gently I pushed him away, as I wanted to clean up and to change.

I removed my sweater and blouse, which exposed my bra that contained my very full breasts. I also exposed the utility belt that I had not had a chance to remove yet.

"You're still carrying that Huh?" 

What Timmy met was the service revolver I had. When I had placed first in the firearms training class he was so proud of me. He was my training officer when I was hired and assigned, He presented me with two Colt Troopers MK III's, three fifty seven magnum caliber pistols, one in a two point five inch barrel and this one with a four inch barrel.

Timmy also gave me a two, twenty-two-caliber magnum, double-barreled derringers. This weapon went by various names such as, a gamblers gun, ace in the hole, vest gun, ladies' garter gun or belly gun. Timmy called it a Drop Gun that some cops had and hid. It was for those times you couldn't or wouldn't use your service weapon. All identifying marks had been removed from it and the body was taped. Pull the tape and no prints. I was one of those that hardly ever carried one, as I had no use for it, yet.

"Sure do, it was a gift from my boyfriend."

"Yep and he sure is proud of you."

I removed the utility belt, placed it into my bag, and got my sleepwear out. I felt Timmy's eyes watching my every move, which I didn't mind. I took off the shoes, socks and then my slacks; I heard a virtually silent intake of breath as I stood in my panties, bra and thigh highs.

"Damn, I never………..Well………..Jeez, you're built!"

I smiled seductively at Timmy. I saw he was interested by the tent of the covers of the bed he had over him. If the pole I saw was any indication of what was under there I would be singing some very high notes indeed.

I quickly walked into the bathroom and did what I needed to do. I reapplied the briefest of makeup and put on the very sheer black peignoir, slippers and braided my hair. I rechecked myself and went back into the bedroom area.

Timmy was watching an action movie until he saw me. The television went off and a radio went on, that softly played classical music.

He quickly raised the covers for me allowing me to get in the bed. I sat kicking off the slippers and allowed him to gently bring me to him.

"Damn your beautiful. You know, I love you?" Timmy said as held me to him.

"Why haven't you said or done anything before now?" I asked.

"I guess I was just as bigoted as those assholes tonight. I had heard of these things but I had have never seen the transformation so up close and personal."

"Okay that will do for now. When you're ready to tell me everything, you will."

"You do know me too well. Damn, did we get married and I forgot?"

"I'll let you know in the morning big boy." I said as I took him into my hand and he kissed me amorously.

The following morning I awoke for the need to use the bathroom. The room was slightly chilly I noticed as I put on my robe and slippers.

In the bathroom, I turned on the light and noticed I looked terrible. Gawd, I hate mornings! We had a very long and passionate night for our first time together. It was also that I felt love for the very first time. The sex we had was not animalistic but with a softness and caring nature, Timmy did show me that love.

I decided to clean up and took a shower. I came back into the room with just towels wrapped around my hair and body. Timmy was still asleep as I went to my purse and took out my cigarettes and lighter.

Going to the chair I sat down and lit one up, crossing my legs high. Sure, I was a smoker but not as heavy a one as I used to be. I needed to think about last night and the murder.

Too many things happen at once. A TG murdered rather sadistically, ten grand untouched, the apartment ransacked, Timmy and I making love.

"I thought you quit? Timmy asked.

"I did until that last serial we had, that nerved me up. It was either smoking or crawl into the bottle. Besides you were going to quit your cigars and haven't, also I like the smell on you. Moreover, you're a grouch without them." I said smiling as I extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray and uncrossed my legs.

I went to him on the bed and kissed him, tenderly, as a wife would do to wake their husband to face another day or to win an argument.

"Okay sweetheart you win."

"C'mon and get out of bed. I'm hungry and I want breakfast."

"I have something you can eat and it has vitamin E in it."

"You pig! I said eat it not drink or swallow it. I have no intentions of working for my meal. Besides didn't you get enough sex last night?"

"Not by a longshot, wait until we get back later."

"Later, what later?"

"We still have to interview the parents and make the notification of death."

"Okay, I forgot. Go take your shower and I'll get ready."

"Ah………Sweetheart………"

"Don't give me any of that shit. Spit it out!"

Don't get pissed at me, please hear me out. While you and Gail were talking, I called the Big Boss and Boss. I told them how the interviews went and how the people reacted to you and how you were dressed.

Their orders are for you to come out of the closet. They guaranteed there would be no repercussions. They said we are both to be in office at 11 am after you get a new ID and picture. He said to make sure you wore a skirt suit or business suit."

I was taken aback at this disclosure. I was mad sure nevertheless in a way at peace that I didn't have to hide my true nature or myself anymore. No more binding my breasts or trying to act as a male. I will follow the their orders gladly. I cried the tears of joy. This was my fondest hope and dream. I was to be accepted as my true sex, female.

"Okay." I said as I kissed him and dried my tears.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded as he pulled me to him closer to him. I felt wonderful to be accepted at last. No more hiding!

"Sure, but there is going to be a shocked mother and very shocked neighbors on Monday. That telephone will be ringing off the hook and the wires burning."

"Tough, we're staying here all weekend, I took care of it last night. Monday we're going to see your mother."

"Hold it, I want you to wait in the car, I have to talk to her first. I have to prepare her first, and then I'll call you into the house. She's an old woman, one shock at a time for her."

"Deal. Now get ready sexy. I want my partner to wear her prettiest suit. Oh, one other thing, there's a few presents for you on the top of the dresser, from me to you."

I went to the dresser anxiously, A gift from Timmy. Timmy doesn't give or buy anyone gifts. He must have placed them into the car wile Gail and I were speaking to each other. He has keys to my car and I have keys for his car.

I opened a very large bag to find a several large gift-wrapped boxes with a card stuck to one. I open the card and read it:

My Darling Terri

 

Use this always to keep my ass covered.

 

I love you

 

Timmy

I sat next to him as I gently removed the paper and ribbon until getting to the box of one of the presents. Inside the box was a very large woman's shoulder bag that could also hold a legal tablet amongst other items we women do tend to carry.

I opened up the main compartments and saw a holster for a two point five-inch barreled pistol, ammunition and handcuff case. I was about to kiss him and thank him.

"Open the center compartment."

I did so and felt two boxes inside, one small and one very large. I was afraid to pull them out and my hands started to shake.

"Here let me do it. Damn women!"

Timmy reached into the purse and brought out the boxes. One was a ring box and the other was a large box made from what appeared to be wood.

He opened the ring box and took out a ring saying, "This ring has been in my family for generations. It was my mothers and now I want you to have it. I want you to be with me forever. Will you marry me? I mean when you're ready of course."

I was at a loss for words. I was about to say no and tell him he was nuts. Why I said yes was beyond my comprehension. I felt as if my deceased father had told me to do it. I felt his presence very heavily in that room, damn, I swear I smelled his aftershave too.

I cried as Timmy placed the ring onto my finger. He bent over and kissed me tenderly.

I stared at the ring on my left-hand ring finger. It was beautiful, having a very large pear shaped cut diamond surrounded by diamonds, emeralds and rubies. I knew that the ring was worth thousands of dollars.

"Timmy, I can't………….."

"What, you're turning me down?"

"Oh no, that's not it. I mean the ring is an heirloom. It's worth a great deal not only to you, but in value."

"Honey, open that large case, please. That jewelry case was also hers, I want you to have it and I know mother would also."

I was at a loss for words as I opened the case. There was jewelry of every description in it. None of it was the cheap costume variety either.

I noticed that all the earrings were for pierced ears. Picking up a pair of what looked to be crystal pendant earrings, I placed them in my ears and a matching pendant necklace around my neck.

"Damn, that Ice looks good on you."

I thought I heard what he said was wrong, "ICE? As in Rocks as in diamonds?"

"Yeah as in diamonds. Those are real stones; great great granddaddy had connections in the diamond trade. I guess he was always buying great great grandma something or other. These were all mostly hers and have been passed down the line. I'm the last of the line and I think they would all want you to have it all. Wear it all sweetheart and don't worry it's all insured.

Anyway I'd sure as hell would look awfully funny wearing that stuff." Timmy said smiling at me.

The earrings alone were priceless as was the pendant. OhMyGawd, that box was worth more money then that I could ever imagine, it was worth more money then that I had or ever would see during my lifetime.

"Not to be nosey……………"

"Everything is insured, it's worth about one point five million, maybe more now, I guess."

"What? That stuff should be locked up somewhere safe. I can't wear or take this stuff home. What if I lost something?"

"As I said it's insured. You have three more of those boxes waiting for you. I didn't feel like lugging them here. Now open those other boxes."

I opened the next box from Bonwits, an upscale ladies clothier. In it was the most gorgeous four piece, red leather suit. The suit had had a jacket vest, a below the knee skirt and slacks, all silk lined. Inside the box as well was a black leather, long dress coat and a black leather winter stadium coat with a fur trimmed collar, cuffs and a hood. There was also several pair of leather silk lined gloves. The leather was so soft it felt like butter.

"Oh Timmy, it's all heavenly but it must have cost a fortune."

"Nothing's too good for you. I'm pleased that you like the suit and coats. I guess we also have to talk about money."

"Look, I'm just like anyone else. I was raised on the South side of town. Yeah, we had money and I guess I inherited it all. The money is in a family trust until the day I get married. I have another trust fund that I've had since I was twenty-one from my mother."

Many a gold digger has tried to get it too, unsuccessfully I might add."

"Timmy are you saying you don't need this job or the pension? What are you an Amos Burke like in Burke's Law." I said after I remember an old television show starring Gene Barry about a millionaire cop that has been running in syndication.

"Nah, I get a rush from the job, I've always enjoyed solving any type of puzzles. Honey; believe mm when I say I don't need it. You, I and several kids could live on just the partial interest alone."

I was stunned at this revelation by Timmy. I had been his partner for ten years. He always drove an old car, wore suits off the rack. He wore no designer clothes. He had a house but I've never seen it. He was normal as anyone walking down the street.

"Timmy, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"What for? You've always been honest to me as a partner, a good friend. I was afraid I'd lose that friendship and now love. Now open the other boxes."

The next box contained a pair of knee length black boots with a two inch heel and anther pair of calf length black boots with a one inch heel and insulated for cold weather.

A Timmy watched as I opened the next box. I saw the slight mischievous smile creep onto his face. When I had it open and pulled the paper back there was several exquisite sets of the lingerie I had ever seen. Lace and silk flowed everywhere; colors coursed in the box both pastels and true. Lingerie abounded full and half slips, bras, panties, thongs, stockings, corsets and garterbelts. 

"I hope they fit okay. Gail gave me your sizes. Damn she's hard to get information from, I had to bribe her with lingerie."

I tweaked his cheeks and kissed him. I thought it was thoughtful and besides I needed them now. This was like Christmas or my birthday, he seemed to take pleasure in watching my face as I touched and saw everything.

"Here's the last box." He said handing it to me.

This one contained several low-cut negligées, several robes and three pairs of feathered low-heeled mules in pink, black and white.

"Now get dressed. I don't want to hear you say you have nothing to wear."

"Yes dear, I love you too."

Quickly I was dressed in the new clothes. I had to wear slacks and a black low cut blouse with a vest and black boots. As we were still on the pager, we could be called at anytime. I did my hair quickly, deciding to get a perm later to day. I was ready in record time adding my utility belt just as the maid knocked to clean the room.

"Do you want the room cleaned?" she asked with her eyes opening wide seeing the gunbelt.

"Sure, we have to leave for awhile. My husband and I will be back later." I said with a smile.

"Senorita, por favor, are you imigre or policia?"

I spoke in Spanish, which shocked her, telling her who I worked for and what we did. I saw she was somewhat uneasy and began to relax while we spoke. My senses said she was an illegal immigrant. Most illegals despised INS (Immigration and Naturalization Service). They did have a tendency to treat these people badly, more like trash. Sure they broke our laws to get here but they are human beings. I told her I wouldn't say anything to anyone about her. I finished dressing as Timmy entered the room.

"Are you ready?"

"Sure, grab the bags please. We'll check in at the restaurant." I said.

He smiled at me as I opened my purse and took out twenty dollars and gave it to the maid. He eyes widen in amazement. I told to make sure the room was clean and to get her baby a toy.

Timmy also gave her a bill from his wallet but I couldn't tell what denomination of currency it was. We both knew that the money would be used either for food or to be sent to Mexico to her family. The money was hers now to do, as she needed to do with. This brought tears to her eyes.

"Muchas Gracias Senora Y Senor, Vaya Con Dios." She said as giving us both hugs.

I felt on top of the world, Timmy was in a better mood too. When he opened his wallet at first I thought the moths were going to get loose and embarrass me. Maybe he let them out in Bonwits'?

We were in the car in seconds, with Timmy driving. We were in the restaurant in minutes. The Paradise wasn't the best but for a family joynt, they had good food.

Sammy the owner greeted us as we walked in saying, "Welcome as always. Terri, you look great! C'mon, we'll get you a booth as usual. Then I'll get mama she'll want to see you both."

We have been coming here for years to this restaurant. Sammy and his wife Sarah had always like for us to come to their restaurant. Several years ago, we had prevented a hold up from occurring there. We, Timmy and I had made the arrest and called in the local PD. It seemed that the person we arrested was wanted by several states and the Feds. That was another commendation for us. It was also another feather in our Bosses cap. We sure pissed off the Locals and the Feds. Tough Shit!

We placed our order and had our coffee. I called us into the office. Ada, our dayshift person answered my call. I informed her of what we would be doing after we ate. I received the address to the Swoboda Residence in one of our southern affluent suburbs. I also had a message from Gail to call this evening at home. As I turned off the cell phone Sarah came to our booth and sat next to me.

"It's so nice to see you both again. Terri, you are beautiful. It's about time you started dressing, as a young woman should. I know, I know, it's the job. Or is this only for the weekend?"

"No Sarah, I have to start dressing better for my fiancée. He told me so himself."

"What, Fiancée? Who?"

I showed her my ring and pointed to Timmy.

"Papa, come quick! Our Terri and Timmy are getting married."

I was hugged and kissed by the both of them. Timmy was also hugged and kissed during the excitement to his chagrin. 

"Mazeltovh, to you both. It's about time!"

"So when is the wedding?" Sarah asked.

"I would like a year or two but you know how Timmy is."

"Sure all men are in a hurry to get into your pants. Timmy you better be good to her? Give as much time as she needs." Sarah said

"We know and he is good to me." I said.

Sarah left us on that note to allow us to finish our meal. We finished and walked over to pay our bill. We were not like so many of the cops of old that ate free, We paid.

Sam refused to take our money. As we walked out the door Timmy left it onto the counter and we ran to the car. Within seconds, we were gone as Sammy tried to chase us down on foot shaking his fist and swearing in Yiddish. We were sorry we did it to  ammy but as I said we pay for what we eat.

The ride to the Swoboda house was uneventful ecept when we reached the suburb. It took us about forty minutes to find the street and to notify the local PD we were going there. We gave that courtesy to them without disclosing our intentions.

About a block away from our destination, I noticed a marked cruiser was following us.

"Timmy we have company behind us."

"Yeah for the past few blocks. I'll pull over and find out what they want."

"Don't lose that Irish temper of yours."

"I won't, I bet they are just nosy."

Timmy pulled to the curb with the cruiser behind us. He was out of the car, spoke to the cop, and returned quickly.

"Their Chief wants to speak to us. He's waiting a few blocks away. Call our dispatch and notify them. I don't like this at all! Take the small hand held radio and tape unit with you when we go in. If we need help, I want it quick in the form of the Sheriffs or the Troopers. These bastards have always been dirty; we just haven't been able to catch them. I don't want us to end up in any of the canals around here as fishy food. Take the dictation recorder too, put it into your purse and leave it on."

I made the cell phone call to our dispatch call center and told them to monitor our frequencies along with our mutual aid frequencies. They were also told to get in touch with our boss and the Big Boss immediately.

We arrived at another restaurant a few minutes later, we went inside and we were escorted to the chief of police. Damn, that asshole was big! He was as big as a military tank and probably had the strength of one.

"What can we do for you Investigators?" He said smiling.

"We notified your department as a courtesy, we have official business to conduct. It regards into an investigation we are involved in. It has nothing to do with your town." I said.

"Listen missy everything that happens in my town concerns me." He said losing the smile and becoming sarcastic.

"Chief, lay off, our youse will be on da other side of da bars." Timmy said forcefully.

"No way! Fuck you! I told you this is my town. Either tell me or get out or you might be dead."

"Terri, did you get all that on tape."

"Make da call, Chief youse under arrest for obstruction of justice and threatening an Investigator in a States Attorneys Investigation. Fuck youse too!

Within minutes we had backup from the County Sheriff's Department and the State Police. Those sirens were the music to my ears to hear.

In all, possibly ten cars showed up with the ranking officer being last. Seeing it was someone I knew that was the ranking officer from the County Sheriff's Department, I went to him.

"Lieutenant Peters, we're glad you came quick."

"Terri, is that you? Damn, it's about time! We've been on standby since you called your dispatch center. This guy has been a pain in all our collective asses."

I played the tape back and told Lieutenant Peters why we came to this town.

"Arrogant bastard, we'll make sure the mayor knows what happened. Will the charges stick?"

"I don't know, it wws done without his knowledge and Timmy set him up. So we did a little entrapment and bugged him with the tape recorder.

All we want is an hour to make the notification and have them answer a few questions. They might also need to be watched. Someone nasty might show up to Off them." 

"A serial?"

"I hope not, there might be two but we have only the one so far. I haven't seen the case file on the first one yet."

"Well they have the right team working this one."

"Thanks Lieutenant, but we only do our jobs. Give us enough time to complete this nasty assignment, please."

"Sure, you've got it."

We went back inside to the boisterous angry words of a very pissed off police chief. He was already in custody by the officers that were there.

"Figge, read the chief his Rights. I heard the tape, he'll be held at the jail until determination of the case by the SA's office.

Well chief, you bought the dick this time. Figge, have Sanders take his utility belt and lock it up."

"Troopers, Deputies, thanks for the assist, Lieutenant Peters will give you all the information for your report." I said.

I called our dispatcher and thanked them too, I was never so happy that they had sent cars rolling to our call.

"Terri, let's roll. Hey Peters can youse send two of dose cars with us to protect our asses while were inside."

"Sure Timmy, expecting trouble?"

"Possibly, but I think dose people may needs it afters we leave."

"Paris, Thomas front and back of the SAI's car, code two, special assignment, family protection. You're under the orders of the SA office." The Lieutenant said authorizing them to use their emergency lights.

"How long sir?" Paris asked.

"Until relieved or told to leave."

They nodded to the lieutenant and went to their cruisers. When they started them up they turned on their Christmas tree lights and waited for us.

We again thanked everyone and got into our car and back toward the Swoboda residence. We finally pulled up in front of the house. Neither of us had seen any life but the hackles of our hair stood up in warning.

"I'll tell Paris, you tell Thomas, have them check the sides and back of the house. I'll meet you at the front door, I have a radio, call for more backup too, code two only." Timmy said running to the car behind us.

I ran to the front car and told Paris our feelings. He instinctively felt the same and ran toward the back of the house on one side and Thomas the other side.

"Patio door open, side window open West Side of the house." Paris said.

"Okay guys possible Home Invasion, you now have probable cause to enter." Timmy said just as our backup came. Weapons ready to fire.

"Behind me Terri, cover my ass!"

"Go!" I yelled.

Within moments, we were in the house after finding the front door unlocked. The house was a mess as Valerie's apartment we were in yesterday. The front back and sides had Troopers and Deputies covering them making sure no one got out of the house as we went into it.

"Paris, Thomas; only youse enter da basement areas. Weapons at the ready. All units maintain CS integrity." Timmy softly said into his radio.

"Terri slowly, you open, I enter. "

"We have two souls down, alive, just barely, male and female late thirties. In the basement." Paris said.

"Lieutenant, roll a meat wagon and the CS Techs. Terri, SOP now, gloves." Timmy said reminding me to put on latex gloves and to follow standard operating procedures for the crime scene.

"The ambulance and techs are enroute, also your boss. He said for you two to follow the ambulance and try for a statement."

"Got that, but I need pictures now. I also need the house finished." Timmy said.

"There's a thirty-five millimeter with a strobe in my car. I have more deputies now, we can do it."

"Good enough LT."

I ran and retrieved the camera and extra film rolls. Entering the house again I took photos as I walked back to where Timmy was.

Gradually we went to the basement area where Paris and Thomas were.

"How's they doin'?"

"Just barely I think, but look at the cord around their necks."

Shit, it was a drapery tie back again. They both had been beaten badly and stripped naked and hog-tied. looking around the basement we both saw it was ransacked. At least these people were alive.

I added more photos and then heard the ambulance had arrived. We sent Paris to get bring down the paramedics. I entered the basement further and found a tunnel Possibly for a swimming pool or pool house. I pointed it out to Timmy.

"LT we have a tunnel that leads to the back of the property."

"Okay, Trooper Tern would you and another trooper check it out please."

"On our way, LT."

The medics made it with Paris. They took one look at the victims and began to work on them to save their lives. It was then that we heard a loud noise. It sounded like a shotgun blast.

"LT Officers down. Booby traps!"

You guys stay with those people. I need them both alive." I said to the paramedics.

"LT, both of the paramedics are busy down here. Call another unit."

"It's okay Terri. The FD is here with more help. We have it covered."

"There're as stable as they're going to be. We called the FD to bring down the gurneys, when the other two units arrive." The paramedic said.

"When will they be able to talk?" I asked.

"He won't, that's for sure. He has a crushed larynx. What the hell happened, they have possible broken bones in every which direction."

"Home invasion, we think." I said.

It wasn't necessary to tell the Paramedics what had happened. I felt miserable, as I lied to them both.

"LT, how are our guys?"

"They'll be fine, shotgun pellets knocked the wind out of them, they had their vest on. They were more surprised then hurt. The SWAT Team and Bomb Squad are checking for more traps. Your boss just arrived."

Vest? Oh shit we forgot to put them on. Now there's a three-day suspension if the Boss see us. At least we'll be suspended at the same time.

"Okay send him down after you brief him."

 

The Pumper Truck crew of the FD, brought the gurneys down and placed the victims on them. That was when the male went into full-blown Cardiac Arrest. We had to leave as they worked as room was getting scarce.

Timmy and I went outside to tell the LT and the Boss what had happened. Walking out the door, we were greeted by the news crews shoving their microphones and cameras in our faces.

"Look, we'll gives youse a statement laters. Right now dis is a crime scene and youse might be disturbing evidence.  Troopers, Deputies; keeps dees ghouls back untils youse hears froms us differently." Timmy said.

We asked the LT and the Boss to come to the back of the house out of voice range from the Press.  

"Boss, after the techs gather their evidence and leave. I want the house searched by teams and an inventory done."

"Okay, I'll have the bomb squad check it out first and we'll put people here to watch it. How are those people doing?" The Boss said.

Our boss was Chief Investigative Inspector Neil Carey. He was in his sixties and the greatest boss I'd ever worked for. He was our family at the office being mother, father disciplinarian and protector. He is kind, loving and would chew your ass to shreds if you screwed up. This man only answered to the SA and we answered to him.

"We don't know, maybe if we came sooner they would have had a better chance." I said.

"Terri, you both are doing a good job on this case. You're following the SOP and the SA is happy.

I see Timmy gave you the message, it came from the SA, and he'll be at that meeting too on Monday."

"Why boss, are we on the carpet. If so I want a pillow for my knees as I get screwed and I want my boyfriend to do the screwing." I said superciliously.

"Boyfriend? Who?"

I took off my latex gloves and held up my hand with the engagement ring for him to see.

"No shit, congratulations, but that doesn't tell me who."

"Ah,………… boss……… It's me." Timmy said.

I saw the look of panic on his face then it relaxed.

"Damn, you two love to make my life miserable. You know the policy, okay, I won't say a word, somehow I'll cover for you both. All the luck to you both. LT, you didn't hear this either." He said smiling.

"Oh by the way, be on time Monday."

"What's it all about boss?" Timmy asked.

"Well, both of you give me your Stars."

"You're canning us? You just said we were doing a good job." Timmy said as he handed his badge and mine to the boss.

"No Inspectors, I'm not."

It took us both a while to realize we were being promoted to the rank of inspector which was the same as a police district commander with more responsibility, long hours and more pay was how I looked at it.

"Since Harry retired last month the SA said you're both noo in command of the unit. We liked the work you both do. The SA called a Press conference to announce the promotions for Monday."

He pinned our new gold star badges to our jackets that said State's Attorney Investigative Unit Inspector with a cloisonné picture of the county, state and the lady called justice. He then handed us four more badges.

"Bring the other ones in Monday. In addition, you'll be receiving a commendation from him. Therefore, Terri you have an appointment at 10 am sharp, tomorrow at Georgina's. The SA's wife made the appointment and she'll be there too. She also said you two were going shopping afterward.

Timmy you will go there and get your hair trimmed."

"Oh fun, with iron pants there too." Timmy said.

I jabbed him in the gut to make him quiet. I was planning on getting my hair done anyway. I met the SA's wife, Beverly, several times she wasn't that bad and always was very nice to me. I saw in her eyes she loved her husband very much and their kids.

"Thanks boss and tell the Big Boss and his wife I said thanks." I said.

"LT, they're ready to go. They want the area cleared." Paris said over the radio.

"LT, it's your scene now. Boss are you coming?"

"Naw, I'll stay with the LT. You to get going. Call me on the cell phone when you get there."

We ran to our car, I saw that Timmy had knocked over a cameraman that got in front of him. We were in the car waiting as a firefighter told us which hospital the two ambulances were going to.

"LT give us another two cars for escort and traffic control." I said into the radio.

"It’s taken care of Terri, Paris and Thomas are front and rear. All PDs are responding to the traffic request, some are volunteering units to help. The burbs will be at the major intersections. You have a clear route to the hospital ER. Dispatch has been notified you all will be running hot as a code three."

"I heard, we're all cleared. Buckle up they're moving. We're going to be in the other lane on the side of the ambulances."

Paris was in the lead car, we moved into the center position and Thomas was the rear. Timmy put the Strobe light up on the roof and had the siren in yelp mode. A Trooper that flagged us through giving Timmy and I a salute as we passed stopped the intersection traffic. We stayed back from the lead ambulance about two hundred feet with the second ambulance doing the same to us.

"What the hell was that all about?" Timmy asked.

"Word sure was passed on fast about our promotions, dear."

We made our turn and picked up speed. Normal speed was about forty-five miles per hour we were doing over sixty.

At every major or dangerous intersection we passed there was a cop maintaining traffic control. They too saluted us as we passed.

We finally made it to the hospital grounds and turned the sirens off. The ambulances went to the ER entrance and we parked in spaces for police vehicles. We walked at a brisk pace to the doors and through them to be met by the head of security.

"Inspectors, we have the patients in the ER now. The deputies are with them along with four armed officers of mine. Please follow me, I'll take you there."

We followed the man into the ER and met with the Head of the ER.

"Inspectors we're doing all we can. The male is hanging by a thread the female is stable for the present time. They will both be taken to radiology soon and into surgery.

The ME has called and we have an idea of what to expect. She also said that the first cadaver was identified as Cleo Jones, she was a match to Valerie's case."

I pulled out my cell phone and called the boss. I moved away so no one heard my conversation.

"Boss, we're here, the male is in real bad shape and the female is stable. The ME called and the first victim was Cleo Jones same MO as Valerie. We have a serial!

Boss, we need the war room set up. I the others found and need protection sent and their families. That attorney is the key, have Gail or Carli find him and quick. He's in danger too put him in PC if you have to.

We'll leave Paris and Thomas here, we need to be on the street."

"Got it Terri, but why Protective Custody?"

"He'll claim every legal trick in the book, including client confidentiality. Have a judge sign a writ but he will need protection."

"Okay, I see your point. I'll call you back." He said as he hung up.

"All done?"

"Yep, we need to go."

 

We thanked the doctor and the head of security for all the assistance. We told Paris and Thomas they would be staying with the Wodlarskis and to keep alert. They were also told to use their cell phones and not the radio.

Timmy and I left the hospital and went to my car.

"Timmy, go to the Parrot. I think I know some one that can help us there."

"Sure but we have to make a stop first."

"Where?"

"You'll see sweetheart."

We traveled down the streets for about ten minutes; I recognized the area to be the fringes of the city and very affluent. The railroad and steel barons of the 1800's built this area. At one tome it was mostly abandoned as the families died out and the properties sold for much less than what they were worth. Many of the new owners divided the massive once stately homes to what we call now affordable housing for the poor.

These slumlords didn't care about the propertied and let them get further end further into disrepair until many were torn down. With each demolition the history of the city, county and state lost. Preservation committees were formed and the stately homes that were left were saved and restored to their once former glory. The people that lived in squalor were moved into new suitable housing and the slumlords were jailed.

We pulled into a driveway was immense. There were thick granite walls around the property. The wall stood over fifteen-foot high with heavy iron gates at the entry of the driveway. I saw a gatehouse that a guard or caretaker would live in that had someone living in it.

The gardens were well taken care of and immaculate. Trees and shrubs were everywhere on the grounds.

The main house was four stories high, excluding the attic. It was built in a Victorian style with columns, gargoyles and portcullis at the entryway and carport.

  

I was in amazement as I gazed upon this bastion of the rich and famous.

"Timmy were are we? The owner will be pissed by us trespassing on their property."

"Naw, they won't dear, honest." Timmy said as we stopped in front of the door.

"C'mon, with me." He said getting out from the car.

He came to the passenger side of the car, opened my door and helped me from the car. A very tall handsome man wearing a pinstriped dark suit with a receding hairline and a short pretty woman wearing a housekeeper's uniform and sensible shoes came out to the car. If I were to guess their ages, I would say in their early forties.

"Master Timothy, welcome home sir." The man said in a very refined English accent.

"Thank you, Stevens, hello Gladys."

Master Timothy? Home? Timmy has a great deal of explaining to me. This was neither the time nor the place to do this.

"This is Ms. Terri O'Shannon my partner, soon to be the mistress of the household and my wife. Please take the bags from the car and have Angus go to the motel to pick up whatever we left there.

"Very well sir and congratulations."

"Gladys call in the other help to open the house and prepare the Master suite for our use. Place all the other things into the adjoining suite or another suite. We'll go through them later.

Please prepare two of the apartments for Ms. O'Shannon's mother and sister, they will be moving in as well. Contact Doctor Greene and have him take over the medical duties for them as well and get a nursing staff around the clock."

I was flabbergasted by all of this. The great immense size of the house, the grounds, mother and Sis were moving in with medical care. Wow!

"Yes sir it will be all taken care of. Ms O'Shannon congratulations, take good care of Master Timothy and love him as we all do." Gladys said trying to decide whether to hug me or not.

"Gladys, take me to the kitchen for coffee while these two take our bags in. Timmy you will help Stevens and no backtalk either."

"Sir, she does have that Irish spark doesn't she?"

"Stevens I've worked with her for over ten years, that Irish spark is what brought love into our lives. I love that Celtic colleen with all my heart."

"We can see that sir. She will liven this house as your mother once did."

"Indeed she did, Stevens, Indeed she did. All the grand parties, fancy dress balls and the holiday festivities." Gladys said smiling radiantly.

"C'mon Gladys I smell coffee. When you two are finished meet us in the kitchen." I said as we walked toward the great house doors.

Entering the house, I saw woods in oak, teak, cherry, mahogany and others. The ceilings must have been twenty foot high. Art graced the walls in every location I looked. Crystal chandeliers and sconces abounded throughout. This house would make an art museum blush in envy. The furniture and rooms were redone in the Victorian, Art Nouveau and Deco period styles of ages gone by. Each room I saw had a different color scheme that looked to be freshly painted or papered in silk.

Gladys and I walked into the very modern kitchen although the appliances appeared old I found out later that they were of commercial grade appliances. We were greeted by a very rotund and jolly black man named Henry. He too was in his mid forties and lived with his two children in one of the married servants' apartment above the garages.

"Welcome Ms. Terri, Tim finally did it. He's been a bear to work for the last few years."

"He won't be anymore, I have a special bear trap for him now." I said making them both laugh.

We sat at a table as Henry poured us all coffee into regular mugs. We spoke of the house and grounds, Gladys told Henry of what Timmy said. He seemed to be pleased until a young black girl and boy came running into the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you two young'uns. Show some respect to the new lady of the house. Josh, take off that there crack hat. Louise, fix your pants and tie those shoes."

Did those kids move quickly to obey their father. It wasn't that they acted quickly from fear but from respect and love. Josh took his woolen hat and Louise pulled up her slacks with both of them tying their shoes.

"Ms. Terri these are my brats, Joshua and Louise. Josh is twelve and Louise is ten years old. I've been a widower for five years. Grandma Hazel, my mother watches the kids while I take care of the kitchen."

"Hi Josh, Hi Louise, come here I won't bite."

Slowly and shyly, the children came to me unsure of what to expect. I reached over and hugged them both together making them both smile fiercely. I saw through my peripheral vision that Gladys and Henry exchanged looks of approval. I was approved by them but was that good?

"You a cop? I felt a gun."

"I'm Timmy's partner, best friend and soon to be his wife, Josh."

"Timmy's our friend too. He swims and plays games with us. He bought us a Nintendo. We watch movies with him too. Will you play with us too?" Louise said.

"Sure Louise, but isn't it a bit cold to swim?"

"There's a pool inside near the green house. Tim has a tendency to spoil these two. He just loves them both." Henry said.

We spoke more as I let the children sit on my lap. I found out that Timmy was an only child and was very well educated. His parents were very disappointed when he became a cop. They said he wasted all those years of education that cops normally didn't have any brains and most were hooligans. I had to agree somewhat that many had the social and refinement skills of a gnat and brains to match. I said some not all.

As we had a second cup of coffee a petite black lady entered.

"Momma, this is Ms. Terri, she's marrying Timmy and moving in." Gladys said.

"Land Sakes Child, welcome. Everyone calls me Momma or Momma Hazel." She said in a very heavy southern and Jamaican accent.

She came over and hugged me with the kids on my lap. This lady was warm and for real in her greeting. You couldn't help to like or to love her.

"Now you two go outside and play. It is a fine day, now scoot." Hazel said to her grandchildren.

The kids were gone in seconds, running through the kitchen and out the door. Henry and Hazel shook their heads as they did this forbidden action.

"Henry, they're kids let them enjoy life." I said.

"Yes Ms Terri, but they have to respect everyone, their elders and themselves. They have to learn and have discipline."

"Sure enough, fear of God and love for the bible." Hazel said.

"Okay Momma, so I spoil them too. You gonna take a switch to me too?"  Timmy said entering with Stevens.

"Child, you're just to big and ornery and you have so much soul to share. Ms Terri here will share it too and your chill'uns she's gonna have with you. That's what this old house needs, more chill'uns."

Whoa hold on there! Kids? Me? Sure, I love kids if they're someone elses. Me, a mother or a mom. I really hadn't given it much thought. I guess I could handle it. Maybe I would love it. Yes, I think I would love being a mother.

"I have to go check on those two scamps. Ms Terri you come see me tonight or tomorrow. So we can talk."

I promised I would as she hurried from the kitchen. She is a totally lovely lady. I knew I was going to love living here. These people made me feel welcome and a part of the family although they were all hired help.

"Henry, Gladys thanks for taking care of Terri. Stevens, thanks for the help. Now sweetheart, give me your utility belt and here's your bag."

They all said they were pleased to make me comfortable as I took the belt off. Timmy handed me the new bag. I transferred the contents from my purse to it. Timmy had the look of amazement at how much was in it.

After I had the contents transferred, he handed me another Colt Trooper with a smaller barrel that was made in silver and gold inlays. It was ornately engraved in gold. Instead of wood grips, the grips were made of bone or mother of pearl. This presentation piece was never to be fired, just looked at and admired for the beauty and craftsmanship.

"No Timmy! This gun is worth a fortune. If used it would decrease in value."

"So, that's its purpose to be used. Now be a good girl and put it in your bag. We have to get going. Oh damn, I forgot."

"Sir, I think you have a, how do you say, a keeper. She's part of the house already." Stevens said ass he smiled.

"Yes, I know. She'll liven up this old mausoleum."

"Where would you like the meals served, madam."

"Madam? Do I own a house of ill repute, Stevens?"

"No mad…….Ms. Terri, I beg your pardon."

"Amongst ourselves or with family, I am Terri, no Ms. or Mrs., just Terri. In formal company, it will be Mrs. O'Shea.

All meals will be served here in the kitchen buffet style except for any formal occasions or holidays.

Is that understood Mr. O'Shea?"

"Quite understood Mrs. O'Shea."

I saw everyone smile making them feel far more relaxed then ever before.

I stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder. I hugged each of the staff, which they returned warmly. We told them we would call before we returned.

"Let's go father, we have work to do." I said facetiously to Timmy as I kissed him.

"Okay mother, let’s go." As he kissed me again to the delight of the staff.

"Mother Huh! You know that does sound real good. I like it!"

Oh well, maybe someday we would adopt. For the moment, I had other things on my mind.

Walking out the door, we were greeted by a muscular, young black man holding open a back door of a very large black car. It was a stretch limo!

"Where's my car?" I asked

"Since parking stinks around there I called Ernie to drive the limo. By the way Mrs. O'Shea, Ernie will be driving for you from now on. Won't you Ernie?"

"Yes sir, if the Missus wants me to."

"Ernie, in private it's Terri, Formally it's either Mrs. O'Shea or Inspector. Okay?"

"Sure Terri, I suppose its Tim for you too, huh." Ernie said to Timmy with a smirk on his face.

"You heard the boss, Ernie. Okay, mother let's get going. Get your sweet ass into the car."

I gave Timmy a dirty look and saw the smile on Ernie's face as I went into the large car. I wasn't used to this sumptuousness type of living. I guess I would get used to it.

"Ernie, the Blue Parrot on Wells Street." I said as the driver's privacy partition went up.

"Darling, we'd better wear our SA jackets into that joynt, let me do the talking. Go along with whatever I say." I said.

Timmy agreed, as I was known there by many of the patrons. He also said that he received a call from the boss. Cruiser was called at his diner. All the addresses of the TG's were given. Cars were sent but all were gone, including Cruiser.

The house search of the parents revealed an opened safe and duffle bag in the attic, which had two hundred thousand dollars in cash in it. All large bills and all were used.

The Valerie's parents were still in surgery and it didn't look too good for them.

"Terri you were great with everyone at the house. I told them I was bringing you home and that you would be living there. I told them not to worry but they were."

"You did Huh? And when did this happen?"

"About two weeks ago."

"Two weeks! They knew for two weeks and I find out today, You black braggart Irishman."

"Now, now me we colleen, curb that temper or ye'll be over me knee gettin' a paddlin' by your daddio." He said smiling and in a thick Irish brogue.

"Oooo……….That sounds like fun, maybe later." I said smiling as I brought daddio to me and kissed him.

We pulled up in front of the Parrot. I told Ernie to place the SA Investigators sign on the dashboard and remain doubled parked. I also told him to call our cell phones if anyone gave him any trouble as we left the car.

I stopped briefly inside the door so my eyes would adjust to the dim lighting.

We both walked to the bar when Mike saw us saying, "Hi gorgeous, what can I get you?"

"Two sodas Mike, we're here on business. Where's mom?"

"In the office I'll get her. Terri where'd you get the rock? "

"From my fiancée, you had your chance and you blew it."

"Fiancée jeez, he must be loaded. I wouldn't wave that thing around here."

"He is loaded, and standing right here for her protection. Hi Mike, I'm Timmy her partner and fiancée" Timmy said extending his handout to Mike.

"Damn congratulations you two. Damn, this'll make some of these old hags choke green with envy. This is great! I love it!

"I'll get mom, be right back."

We sat on the barstools and waited patiently until I heard, "I smell pork! Damn, it's two pigs at the bar."

I tried to ignore the remarks until the pig sounds got to me.

I turned around and saw one person making the sound being edged on by Cherry all four hundred pounds and six foot eight inches tall. This fag was my nemesis at the Parrot. There was also a pimp sitting there stirring the pot.     

I slowly walked to the table they were all at.

"First of all, we are not cops but investigators, although we can make an arrest. Secondly, it's an honest job not like your whoring ass and mouth is. We might have politicians for bosses but we don't have pimps for bosses. Thirdly, we don't associates with old decrepit drag queens that have to use Fixodent and Depends." I said and walked away slowly.

"Hey Pimp! You twitch that arm inside your coat and those two faggots next to you will be calling you girlfriend.

Now stand up and take the hand out of the jacket.

Terri remove the pimp's weapon and you two hags shut the fuck up."

I had the pimp assume the position over the table as I handcuffed him as a precaution. Inside the waistband of his pants was a twenty-five caliber, semi automatic pistol and in his sock was a straight razor that I held up for everyone to see.

I took him from the table making him lie down on the floor as I handed Timmy the weapons.

"Okay you two mopes are next. Give the purses to Terri and keep the paws on the table." Timmy said.

I took the purse from in front of Cherry, low and behold a pill pharmacy and a gun.

"Well I guess you'll love county. Just think of all the dick you can suck and how they'll fuck you in the ass." I said.

As I started searching the last purse, all types of PD ran into the Parrot with their guns ready.

"Timmy, Terri! You two okay?" A Latino Sergeant asked.

"Sure Manny, Is there a Meat Wagon outside?

Great, take that first bundle of shit out to it. Give Terri her cuffs back." Timmy said pointing to the pimp on the floor.

"What charges? Whose Bust?"

"Two counts of concealed weapons, pandering, there also might be some dope too. You guys take it. Read the asshole his Rights and do a Rap on him he might be wanted or an ex-felon.

Take fat ass with you too, another concealed, philandering and Pharmacy. It's also a guy, Manny."

While they took Cherry away, I checked the loudmouth's very large purse or Hookers Bag. Cocaine, Mexican Mud, Hash, China White and all in large quantities, in the bottom was a forty-five Colt Automatic with a Laser aiming device.

"You just made Manny's day. He won't have to work for a month." Timmy said.

I knew why he made that comment. It was common knowledge the Commissioner was bitching about police productivity so they put quotas on all the arrests and traffic tickets the cops had to make. If the cop didn't make the quotas, they received days off without pay or downtown traffic duty as a punishment. They also didn't get their share of the Bag money that was collected from the various illegal business owners for protection and overlooked enterprises. To Serve and Protect or is that To Pay and Collect.

"Hey asshole, your pimp sent you to jail. Let the cons put a smile on your face. Oh Yeah, have a nice day and don't spread your AIDS in the joynt. Now don't keep your cellie husband waiting!

Manny, you hit the jackpot this time, now share the bust with your brother and sister cops. Remember who gave you this collar.

Now if any other of you Faggots want to start your shit you can join those three. Damn, dick anytime you want it, as much as you want. Faggot Heaven! Fucking Queens!" I said loudly as I went back to the bar.

"Jeez you were tough on them." Timmy said.

"They'll get over it, besides they all hate the TGs. Most of those cocksuckers cause most of the problems the TGs have. They pretend to be your friend, rob from you, and spread lies. Some would kill you for any and all you have which may not be much. They mostly all consider the TGs as scum and degenerates because they want the surgery. However, it's all right to shoot up automotive or any type silicone into your body to give you tits, hips and an ass. Fuck em!"

"Come on into the office." Mike said smiling.

We were led to the back of the large building to mom's office. Mom sat at her desk working as we walked in. When in drag she was an imposing person standing over seven-foot tall in heels and over three hundred pounds. She was as strong as an ox and could be very mean and vindictive if she was angered. If she liked you, you could ask for anything she had and receive it.

"Hi Terri congratulations. I'm glad it was you and not one of those out there." Mom said.

"You called Manny?" Timmy said.

"Sure did, those three almost got me shut down for dealing drugs and running a Cathouse. I almost lost my Liquor License. To a damn rookie cop yet!"

There was a knock on the door with Manny coming in.

"Thank for the Bust and thanks for the call mom." Manny said.

"Here's the video tape for the Bust." Mom said giving him the tape for evidence.

"Thanks again, have to go start the paperwork." Manny said, as he left pulling the door shut.

We explained to mom why we were there. We needed to find

Angel, Babs, Cari, Cruiser and their families as quickly as possible.

Mom said she would try but they were loners and prostis. As I had said before the prostitutes normally associated with their own kind. Their world was always one of darkness and one night stands. They aged quickly, sometimes were addicts and sometimes were diseased. Many steal to survive as there are no jobs or employers that want them. This is just to have their dream of being a fulfilled woman. Family and friends normally disown, degrade and shun these girls. Many commit suicide from the depression they have. If they survive, they are hardened with life in general. Love is a fleeting thing or meaningless in their lives. Friends, true friends are far and few.

In that meeting, our pagers went off at the same time. That feeling of dread came over me. I knew we lost another soul to our unknown demon.

Timmy went out into the street to make the call for us. I in turn thanked mom and said we would be in contact and gave her my card.

Walking out into the bar many of the regulars waved hello to me. I kissed Mike on the cheek much to the delight of many. I left him a big tip and left.

Timmy was still on the phone and Ernie was at the car door waiting for us. I grabbed Timmy and pulled him into the car allowing Ernie to shut the door. In seconds, after the door shut Timmy was off the cell phone.

"The man died about thirty minutes ago. She's still holding on. The lab found a partial print and are trying to run it."

"Three murders now and a partial. Four people in hiding………"

The pagers went off again interrupting our conversation. It was my turn to call in.

"O'Shea and O'Shannon calling on a page."

"Yes Inspector we have a DB, called in by the ME's office in an alley. The PD thinks it was a jumper, a white male 25 years old."

The address was given. Timmy repeated the address to Ernie and told him to use the Strobe light and siren that was installed.

The car was in an area of the city to the fringes of downtown where all the condo high rises are.

We arrived at the location in five minutes thanks to very little traffic. The stares of the onlookers and cops were priceless as we arrived in our limo with the windows down.

"Shit, Burke's Law just arrived Sergeant."

"Shut up asshole, those are SA Inspectors. You want to keep your job?"

We got out of the limo and were taken to the CS sergeant.

"Hi Sarge, a jumper, huh." I said.

"Terri, congratulations to you both on the promotion. That's what it looks like from a penthouse on the twenty-second floor. The ME is with the stiff now on the other side of the building."

"Thanks Sarge we'll talk later."

Damn this city stunk no matter what time of year it was. We walked passed more cops into the alley avoiding all the doggy landmines, directly to the ME on the other side of the building.

"Hi Doc, didn't we see you last night?"

"I know this has to stop or everyone will be talking about us."

"They already do. So, what do you have?" Timmy said.

"It appears a suicide but have you ever seen a jumper that had all their outside clothing on and that came out the penthouse patio."

"That would seem strange." I said

Not only that but look at what was found by the dicks and forensics looking for his ID."

I was handed a clear plastic bag that held the possession of the suicide victim.

Inside the bag was a piece of paper that contained the names and address of all the people dead and their next of kin. There were also two other names on that paper one I recognized as the owner of a local horse racing franchise and another man. I handed the bag to Timmy.

"Recognize any names?" the ME asked.

"Oh, one or two. Which apartment did he fly from?" Timmy asked.

"The penthouse and guess who the owner is?"

"No Shit! He up there now?" I said.

"Nah, out of town on business."

"How convenient. Any staff?" Timmy asked.

"Nope, no one, just the dicks and the lab techs."

"Great, I hope the asshole owner hid the good china and silverware. I said.

 

The man in question was not liked by anyone from the mayor to the Jockeys of his Horse Track. He was a pompous jerk to anyone that ever met him. The politicians loved him because he gave money, lots of money to them.

"Doc, we'll see you again later. Please have a copy of that paper sent to us immediately when you're done with it." Timmy said.

"Will do. See you later the meat wagon is here with the spatula for the stiff."

Timmy and I saw the Coroner's van back in as we went to the front of the building.

We entered the doors and identified ourselves at the security desk to the rent a cop. He escorted us to the penthouse elevator after we found out that no one had used the elevator that night from his location.

Within moments we were in the foyer of the penthouse area and greeted by uniformed PD.

"Hiya Timmy and Terri. The dicks are in there." He said pointing to a door.

"Terri call the ME's office. I want those keys in that bag. I think we should see if there's a car that doesn't belong there. Have the rent a cop check to see if there are any cars that don't belong in the underground garage."

I called the ME's office and told them to send the keys also with the paper with the names. I made the second call to our office to have them call the rent a cop at the security checkpoint to check the underground garage and added we wanted the security camera tapes also.

"Good thinking about those tapes."

"I figured they have to have other security besides the rent a cop. We better go in now."

We went into the penthouse. I noticed it was sparsely furnished. The decorators called it the uncluttered look.

We saw there was where a patio door broken out onto a patio that was well over fifty feet from a concrete seven-foot high wall. On the other side of the wall was nothing but air.

We saw the lab techs and finally found two of the dicks in the den.

"Who's the crappie decorator? Remind me never to hire the asshole." Timmy said as we entered the den

"Possibly the owner ran out of money." I said.

"I doubt that, the jerkoff probably has the first penny he earned. Hi Timmy, Terri, congrats on the promotion." The older heavyset dick said.

"Hi Paul, What do you have?" I asked

"Nothing adds up, absolutely nothing at all."  Paul said.

"Are you senior dick here, Paul?" Timmy said.

"Yeah and acting sergeant."

"We pulled the security tapes and had the rent a cop do a sweep in the garage."

"Thanks, I forgot."

"I'm getting too old for this shit. Over two hundred murders last year and half of those cases are still open."

"Need a vacation Paul, We have a spot open."

"How about Iggy here? We've been together too long, I even get to have him act as my wife sometimes. Damn he's got a tight asshole." Paul said laughing.

"Ignatius, are you going to stand there and take Paul's shit." I asked.

"Sure, what can I do he's the boss." Iggy said.

 

"Okay you two, I'll call our boss and get you two reassigned to me and Terri. We've worked many strange cases but this one is the worst." Timmy said just as a lab rat walked into the den.

"We're all done now Captain. We'll have it all ready for Tuesday for you."

"No, you'll have it done tonight with five sets of ten by tens and a full report of your findings. The print disclosures will be at my desk by Monday morning." I said.

"Who the F……………"

"Sorry, Inspector O'Shannon of the SA's office. This is now part of our caseload and out of the PD's hands. If you say no, you'll be called in five minutes by the commissioner and placed on suspension or fired." I said.

"Sorry Inspector, We'll have it finished tonight."

The lab rat was pissed as he left the penthouse with his crew. I didn't feel sorry in the least to what I did. He was an asshole.

"Jeez, I never saw that asshole jump before. He's a real asshole to work with. Iggy and I will gladly work for you. Iggy starting Monday you wear a dress and heels to work and Tuesday we'll get married."

We all had a good laugh and left the penthouse. We told the manager of the building their maintenance people could replace the glass. I was given all the tapes and the report of no cars were in the garage that weren't supposed to be there.

We all walked out of the high rise together. I had called Ernie in the elevator to bring the car to the front of the building.

Ernie stood with the open door waiting for us. We said our good-byes and walked to the car when Paul said, "Damn do I get one of those too?"

"Nah, you have Iggy to drive you in that piece of shit from the PD."

"No renegotiating, Huh?"

"Not a chance."

"Okay, see you Monday and thanks."

"Paul, no thanks involved. You and Iggy are a good team and team players. We need good people on this one. We'll brief everyone on Monday." Timmy said as we climbed into the limo.

"Ernie, take us home. Tomorrow you'll take Terri in the Mercedes and have Teddy on standby for me. Do you guys still have your permits to carry?"

"Mercedes, as in Mercedes Benz" I asked.

"No problem, today was unusual but fun. Yes sir."

"Yes, dear. Mercedes as in Mercedes Benz unless you'd rather have the Rolls Royce Limo.

"Whatever you want me to take." I said.

 

"Good, Ernie you and Teddy will carry a weapon at all times."

"But boss………."

"That's for your own protection." Timmy said.

"Yes sir."

Ernie drove the limo onto the estate without any problems along the way. I couldn't understand why traffic seemed to stay away from us or changed lanes. When we pulled in front of the house I found out that Ernie forgot to take the light off the roof and it was still on. Damn there must have been many pissed off drivers.

Timmy and I were quiet all the way home, although he did manage to kiss me several times and hold my hand. As Paul said things didn't add up. There were too many inconsistencies.

We had two dead TSs, the mother of TS in the hospital and the father dead. Each dead TS had ten grand and two hundred grand was found in the dead TSs parent's home.

Next we had a Cat Burglar that took a swan dive from a twenty-second floor penthouse that has a seven-foot wall from the air. Nothing appeared to be missing in the penthouse and no forced entry. Yardley Tweeps owner of a very large horse racing syndicate owned the penthouse. There were no cars that didn't belong in the garage.

"Sweetheart, I'll call the boss with our report. I think our key is Tweeps. Would you tell Henry to prepare us all something to eat please?"

"I think there's also another person out there acting under Tweeps orders. And yes I will tell Henry." I said as I kissed him.

"I didn't think of that but you might be correct. That would make more sense now. I'll call him and have another Search Warrant issued for that Condo. I'll have Paul and Iggy execute it."

"Get them transferred first and remind Iggy to wear that dress for Paul. Have them check for anything out of the ordinary and the closets too. You better call a locksmith or have Burglary handle that for any and all safes there."

"Good point, damn, I'm lucky to have you as a partner. Now get me food ready lass or I'll take a switch to yer bare bottom."

"Has the master of the house spoken?"

"Aye, he has. Now get!" Timmy said as he slapped my butt playfully.

I ran to the house almost knocking Stevens down. I apologized as I gave him my jackets and ran to the kitchen area.

"Henry, could you make Timmy, Ernie and I something to eat, Please."

"Sure Terri, see I remembered. I almost forgot Momma would like to see you when you got back."

"I thought that was for tomorrow?"

"I guess she changed her mind. She's a great dear lady but she drives me crazy sometimes."

"Oh yeah, well wait until you meet my sister, she is crazy. Mom is just set in her ways, but she is a dear."

"Momma and her will get along just fine, two of a kind." Henry said resignedly.

We had a nice talk as he prepared veggie and cheese omelets for us. The man was a master chef trained by Escoffier in France. He said he had spent over ten years there in training at the various four and five star hotels and eateries before coming back to the States. He met and married his wife over there in France as she was French Moroccan. I that this kitchen was his domain and never to be trifled with. I could handle that. But would my mother? I guess she'll have to get used to having someone cook for her.

While Henry prepared the omelets Ernie, Timmy, Stevens and Gladys came into the kitchen. Henry seemed to be in all his glory as he prepared everyone omelets. Timmy and I made the toast as Gladys and Stevens set the table. Ernie seemed to be comfortable just watching all of us work.

"The boss said he'd handle everything and run interference for us. He also said to remind you about tomorrow."

"Shit, do I have to go. I thought we could spend all day in bed, Mr. O'Shea." I said softly in his ear.

"We'll see, we'll see Mrs. O'Shea. At least we have all night together." Timmy said.

It was at that time our pagers went off again.

"My turn, Sweetheart." I said as I seductively moved my butt to my purse. Everyone in the room laughed as I did that except Timmy, he buttered his hand instead of the toast.

"Damnit Terri!" He said.

I bent over at the waist instead of at the knees to get my purse and wiggled my tush at Timmy.

"Keep it up girl and you will get more than you bargained for." He said.

"Oh promises, promises." I said as I looked at the pager.

"We'll see about that later." He said.

"Blimey, I say, are they married yet? They really do act as if they are." Stevens said.

"Stevens if she keeps doing things like that we'll have the wedding as soon as I get the preacher here. Screw the license!" Timmy said.

"It's the office, dear."

"Better call them on the cell phone."

"Hi Gail, please no more stiffs for awhile."

"Nah, a person by the name of mom called. Jeez, what a deep voice for a woman. Anyway, she or he said 'Sal The Nose' wants to see you now."

"Is that Sally 'The Nose' Gallucca, the Don of the mob, the Godfather."

"Oh yes, I asked her four times if that was the same person. Thanks Gail, I owe you."

"Hey, what's this I heard about you moving in with Timmy? You guys are Inspectors now? You're engaged? Hot Damn Girl!"

"Damn those jungle drums are beating over there at the office. The Boss told you?"

"Sure did, sweet cheeks. Damn, wait until Monday when you get here, Whoooowe. Your ass is ours then. Hey when do I get an invite to the new digs?"

"Hold it girl, I have to get out my cast iron girdle for Monday. You're always welcome here, Gail, anytime." I said as I disconnected.

"Gail really gave you shit? I heard the Sally The Nose wants to see us. Damn that asshole is the luckiest sonofabitch I've ever seen. Ten times before a Grand Jury and everytime he walks from it free on technicalities. How do we rate an audience with the Don?" Timmy said.

"Uh Huh, you could say that, she knows, as probably everyone else knows all about us from the boss. My ass will theirs on Monday. She also wants to come here. I think we may have a party in the works. We got the meet through mom, I guess. "

"I think we're in some very deep shit for Monday. Do you have an extra cast iron girdle?"

"If she doesn't, I do." Gladys said.

"Thanks Gladys, I might take you up on the offer."

"Sweetheart, we might need them tonight."

Timmy ate quickly as he was excited to meet this man called Sally The Nose. He had heard many stories by those that tried to ensnare this dweller of the underworld. I sipped my coffee as everyone ate and further thought to myself. This was the man that had fought a war for power with other Mob Families and had won. When the blood stopped running in the streets and the body count began.

In the city and suburbs, the count was over two hundred mobsters dead in a year. Many of those that died were the soldiers but they were also fathers, brothers and sons of women that loved those men and mourned them.

The Nose cootrolled an illegal empire of all the vices known to men, women and children. He was the chairman of their board and a board member of La Commissione or the Commission. These men controlled all the actions of all the Families in North America. This man was said to have as much power as the president does.                           

"Damn, you must have been hungry?" Ernie said between bites.

"Sorry, I'm excited." I said coming away from my thoughts.

"Ernie, we'll use the Mercedes this time." Timmy said.

"Sure thing, at least I know it has armor and I'm taking a little heat with me too."

"You afraid of getting your black ass smoked?" Henry asked.

"Nah, it's honey brown and it's smoked enough, thank you. I just want to keep on livin', I gotta keep my black ass outta the fire. Those Dagos can be real mean folk." Ernie said.

I had another cup of coffee and then used the Powder room off the kitchen. I did my business and freshened my makeup. My thoughts returned of the meeting and how I was dressed.

I decided to wear the clothes I had on and not change them. I had heard and knew that these people preferred their women in dresses and skirts, I was in slacks. They also preferred their women subservient, I was not and would ever be that way. I didn't want to start a pissing contest with them, but.

When I came out of the Powder room Ernie was gone. I assumed he went for the other car. Timmy and Stevens stood as I came closer to them and the doorway.

"Ready dear?"

Yes I was ready; I'd been ready. We walked to the front door where Stevens helped me into my leather coat. Timmy held the door open for me.

I blinked twice as I saw the metallic speckled gray and lilac Mercedes Limo. It was even longer than the one we were in earlier.

"Timmy, that's even longer than the other one." 

"Sure is, I just got it last week. I bought this one for you. I hope you like the color." He said as he followed me in through the door.

"It's lovely but the car is huge. What about work? We can't be using these cars and having a driver behind the wheel. It won't look too good for the big boss."

"Well dear, there are also two SUVs and vans in the garage and my car. You can also have any of the antique car collection."

"And my car too."

"Ah….. Mrs. O'Shea, about your car……………"

"What happened to it? Spit it out or I'll let the Dagos have you both."

"Damn, okay, okay, it was disposed of." Ernie said

"Disposed of, Disposed of how? Sold? Given away? What?"

"Ah………I put it on the analyzer when you came. It was smoking bad and the springs………"

"I know all that Ernie. I was going to trade it in for another car. Now what happened to the damn car."

"I junked it."

"You junked it! Without telling me! I don't own much but that car was mine."

"Dear calm down, I told Ernie to do it. You can have any car on the estate you want." Timmy said and then kissed me very hard.

"Oh damn you, how can I stay mad at you? Alright, you're both forgiven. Any car, right?"

"Yes dear, any car, at any time."

I kissed him again. Never in my life had I felt as I do now, I was totally immersed into what we humans call love. This is not the type of parent, child love we have. It wasn't lust either as some have called love. We felt an attachment together, we felt as one. I felt as if all loneliness was forever gone in my life. I felt as if I was on a higher plane of existence and now had a purpose to my life. My purpose was now to love Timmy with my heart and soul.

"Timothy darling."

"Oh shit, what did I do wrong now?" He said as he raised the privacy partition.

"Nothing dear honest."

"I want to ask you something that's all."

"I know you love me and I truly love you. You know even with the surgery I won't be able to have children…………"

"Do you want kids too?"

"Yes, I would love to be a wife and a mother even if I didn't give then life or birth them. I could give love, understanding and compassion to them. Of course we only have to correct one slight biological problem first."

"Sweetie, I'll make some calls about adoption and the other thing will be done when you're ready." He said as he squeezed my hand for reassurance.

The intercom went off with Ernie telling us we arrived at the meeting place.

It wasn't the fanciest Italian restaurant but it was nice. I saw there were wiseguys all around the area, which made me very nervous.

We left the car and went to the door only to be stopped by a capo or mob lieutenant.

"Buono sera signore, Don Salvatore', por favore'." I said.

"Si Signora, un minuto." The Crewchief said.

"Jeez, you speak this crap, I forgot all about it." Timmy said.

"Yeah and it's Italian with a Sicilian dialect. Let me do the talking here

In less than two minutes, the Crewchief returned motioning us in and us to follow him. The place was filled smoke with all wiseguys; you know, black suits or pinstripes, black silk shirts, white silk ties, and smoking Parodi cigars. Each one of them had a bulge under their armpits and had that look of hunger for blood, our blood. The Sopranos ain't shit next to these guys. Elliot Ness would crap in his pants and die of fright. Some of these men walked with their knuckles on the ground looking as if they escaped from the zoo. We were led to a room in the back past all those eyes. We were stopped at the doorway.

"Youse have ta be searched."

"Bof Fongu' you fuckin' Mastondone." I said as I forced my way passed him, with Timmy right behind me.

"Hey whatsa matter here?" Don Sal said angrily.

"This shit, wants to search us! I place our lives into your hands Padrone." I said.

"What are you, Batso, get the fuck outta here before I kill youse myself. These are my guests; she is family, my niece and her husband.

I recognized the Capo as Tony 'Scarface' Scalaria', an up and coming feared hitman in mob circles, He coward at the sound of the Don's voice and left.

"Welcome, welcome, Vino? Chianti?"

"Thank you, uncle.

"You know your papa told me about you a very long time ago? Your mama was pissed, that I was told, he slept in the car for a week." He said laughing.

"No uncle, I didn't." I said surprised.

"Is this your man?"

"He will be my husband and father to our children."

"Good, good, make your papa and mama proud. Make the family proud."

"Hey, Youse don talk?"

"Sure do, but Terri said not to piss you off and told me to keep quiet."

"Hey you're gonna be family too, so speak."

"Okay, why?" Timmy said.

"Why what, the meet? We have an interest in this. You see the girl you call Cari is Guido's kid, Johnny is your cousin."

"Uncle Guido? Johnny is Cari. Holy shit."

"Cari called me last night scared to death. She told me they were doing a blackjack on this John. He's married and loaded but loves to fuck and be sucked by TSs. He likes to beat them too. He's heavy into that BD/SM shit like that asshole that just left. Watch your backs with him, he's a loose cannon, ya know a junkyard dog. Really fuckin' Batso ya know whats I mean?

Anyways, they took films and recorded the action. They played the video for him and told him to cough up one Mil or his wife and the Press would get the tapes.

It seems that he was using his wife's money and if they divorced, he would lose it all.

When Valerie's parents were attacked they panicked and ran when they saw the news. They are all well but won't even tell me where they are. Crazy mamalucs! Fuckin Chooches!"

"Uncle Sal, One million? Did she say who the John was?"

"No, but we have heard there is a hit crew working in town. Three guys, all white, they were staying in a motel on the north side of town. They're not ours, we're at peace finally."

"Beat the bushes for these jerks, I want them alive, find out if you can who sent them and their boss. Then give them to us." Timmy said

"Timothy, youse are a part of da family now, sure we have taken different paths inna life but Terri is blood and youse will be blood by marriage. Out of respect youse will call me Uncle Sal or Uncle Salvatore', Capisc, is that understood?"

"Sure………Ah…… Si, Motto bene grazi. Uncle Sal, no Turkeys or anyone from La Commissione."

"Sure, sure, we'll keep it quiet but they might not talk. If not we bring a master in. In return for the favor you ask of the Family, we ask a favor from you."

I shuddered at Uncle Sally referring to the Turkey Master. These were the experts in torture for the mob. They could remove limbs, skin and organs and keep the Turkey alive for days without shock setting in. These were the masters at pain! Normally this was done in a meat packing plant that was empty for several days and then the mess was easily cleaned. Once the information was given, they would place a bullet into the back of the head or the Turkey was sometimes used as ground up sausage stuffing or part of the support structures in a building. No matter what the case they disappeared.

"No prosecution of the ones that are hidden. They will admit their crime but the murderer must face your justice, if not they will face the our Justice." Sal said.

"We'll speak to the Big Boss on that one. I can't make that decision for them." Timmy said.

"Hey, for an Mick you're okay. Make sure you take care of Terri."

"Ya know, for a Dago, you're okay too and Terri will be always taken care of. Padrone, as Terri called you, you will always be welcome at our home. Your sister in law and niece will be coming to live with us."

"Hey I like that, at least you didn't call me a greaseball. That is good. You are honorable as many say you are. I thank you and I will come. I also want a dance from Terri at your wedding." The Don said smiling and holding us both

"That you'll have too. We have to go and thank you." Timmy said.

Don Sally gave both of us a family kiss, shaking Timmy's hand energetically before walking us to the car. He kissed us again and helped us into the car. The door shut and seconds later we were moving into traffic.

I stated to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"I wonder what the Feds will say of the pictures they took?"

"Oh shit, I better call the boss and tell him about Yardley Tweeps. Get ready for some yelling when I tell him where we got that information." Timmy said.

"I'll be right at your side dear. Well we had to pay family respects, didn't we." I said as I held his hand.

"Now that was not funny, not funny at all. Ah……Dear, O'Shannon and Gallucca, father is Gallucca, shit, I'm confused?"

"It was father's decision that we kids use mother's maiden name. It was a protective act on his part. Besides my sister and I look more like mother's Celtic side of the family. Ernie are you okay?" I said as Timmy pondered my answer.

"I'll let you know after I wipe my ass. I left a stinky brown trail on the street that flowed down my legs."

"What no underwear? Shame on you! Ernie, make sure you clean the seat tonight. I don't want any funny smells in this car tomorrow."  I said and then giggled.

That indeed seemed to have broke the tensions that we had. I was nervous during that meeting we had with my father's brother. Uncle Sal was mob sure, but he took pride into keeping blood family together. He was always there when he was needed. When my father passed on he helped arrange the funeral, he saw to it that we had everything we needed afterward for many years. He was there for birthdays and holidays, we were sent to college. I love and respect him and I always will, nevertheless I also took an oath to uphold and serve the law. Uncle Sal knows that and has never asked for anything illegal from me, he also knows I wouldn't do it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"That meeting with Uncle Sally."

"You know I kind of like him." Timmy said.

"He is remarkable. I guess you have to have two personalities, one soft for the blood family and the other for mob family blood. He has to be judge, jury and executioner to maintain his position of authority.

Otherwise, some Young Turk will bump him off. He knows he's outside the law and he knows we stand for the law. He would never ask us to do something that we were against. It's a matter of ethics with him and us."

"Jeez, did I just hear that you call the Don, Uncle Sally?" Ernie said.

"Yeah Ernie, he's my uncle and no, I'm not a part of the Outfit."

We spoke more of the subject of Uncle Sally and told Ernie to keep that bit of news to himself. Among the staff, it was okay to tell them, as Uncle Sally would be coming to the house to visit my mother and all of us.

We pulled into our driveway that had subdued lighting that lit it up all the way to the carport. Stevens had the door open for us before we were even out of the car.

When the car stopped Stevens already had the car door open and helped us out. I told Timmy I was going up to our room while he made the telephone call to the boss.

I wasn't tired but I did want to change my clothes and spend some time with Timmy. Oh screw it! I fibbed; I really want to get out of this over the shoulder boulder holder.

I kissed Timmy and asked Stevens to show me our room. After the hours here, I still haven't seen the complete estate and house. That would be done in the next few days. I needed to know everything there was to know of this mansion and grounds.

Stevens opened a hidden compartment in the wall in the foyer area. There was a house intercom and phone there. He spoke for a few seconds into the receiver and hung up. He took my coat and hung it in a very large closet.

"Gladys will be coming also." He said.

Within seconds, Gladys flew to where we were waiting. I was shown were there was an elevator was concealed and told there were three of them in the house. Two were for family or guests and one was for the staff use. I noticed that this one had buttons for a basement, a sub basement, four floors and an attic. It was going to take me many days, weeks or months to explore this house.                                                                                                                                                        

Slowly and quietly the elevator rose to the second floor and stopped.

"I could have walked up the stairs, we didn't have to take the elevator." I said.

"We know but we wanted you to know that your mama can leave her apartment when she comes."

"She'll love it because of her arthritis. No more going up and down stairs."

We left the elevator and turned left walking down another decorated hallway red, silver and green. Small crystal chandeliers were spaced every ten feet or so. Again there were the sconces and oil paintings hung onto the walls. I noticed that the carpeting was very thick and plush. Red and gold silk material was covering the walls.

At last we arrived to a double set of doors that Stevens opened both door very wide to allow us into the room. I had never in my life seen anything as large or beautiful. The bed was immense and probably custom built with a canopy and privacy curtains and sheers. A lady with exquisite tastes decorated this suite in the feminine hand; everything was light, airy and very feminine. I fell in love with the room. The walls had paintings of women and children in the Victorian style of dress. Antiques and knickknacks seemed to be ubiquitously placed. No paneling was in this room at all instead a rose colored silk cloth was used on the walls.

"I think she likes it Stevens." Gladys said.

"I quite agree, Gladys."

"I never dreamed of anything like this. It's gorgeous!"

"Stevens, I'll help Terri, you go lock up."

"Make sure you show her the intercom and the dumbwaiter."

"I will."

Stevens had left while Gladys took me to my enormous walk-in closet. I was beyond amazed as I gazed into it, the size was larger than most people's houses. It was already filled with clothes, shoes and lingerie all on motorized racks. I was shown that it was separated into sections and subsections. Slacks here, day dresses there, evening wear, suits, formal wear, separates. Shoes were basically in the same types of organization, heels of all sizes, pumps, sandals, slings, open toed, boots and flats. I won't touch the lingerie, as there is just too much to talk about and describe. Jeez, I had my own store!

We went in deeper into the closet to another door that was made like a bank vault door. When it was opened, it contained several other small safes that contained the jewelry like what I was given and many, many fur coats this also included a full-length Russian black sable fur coat. I was told that many of the coats were Timmy's mother's coats. I saw coats that I wouldn't wear out of the house as the animals were on the endangered species list. There was also Faux Fur coats that I could wear out.

Gladys said that if I didn't want any of them they would be removed and stored. She stated that all the clothing; lingerie and shoes were new. His mother's clothing was placed into another room and to take what I wished at my convenience. I was also told his mother was larger but alterations could be made and all the clothing was exquisite and all designer made.

My head was spinning with all the opulence I saw that was now mine to do as I wished to do with. Now I wanted to relax, I asked Gladys to show me the bath. All I wanted was a shower as my mind was reeling from the day's events.

Gladys showed me to the bath just off from the closet. I was told this was to be my bath as Timmy had his own. Gladys said to undress and to leave my clothes at the dressing table chair and that she would attend to them when I finished. She brought in more towels, a robe, a nightgown, panties and slippers.

As I stood under the water being hit with the spray jets coming at me from every direction, I thought of today's events. I was just a normal person perhaps bourgeoisie or bourgeois. I was never materialistic and was always practical in my wants or shall I say, my needs. I was tight with a dollar as I was taught its value at an earlier age by my mother.

It took my parents years to buy and pay off their house. It wasn't much but it was a loving home my mother made for all of us. We all had love and happiness as my sister and I grew up. She and my mother were always the ones I confided my deepest secrets to. My sister was always there for me even when I was caught wearing her clothes. She was the one that explained to our mother that I wanted to be like them, female, perhaps one-day a wife and mother.

As I stood in the shower, I cried as I remembered those times. Those memories were important to me. I remembered that love that I received and their understanding. When my father died I felt a responsibility to my mother and sister. I had a need to see that they were taken care of. I needed to fulfill or repay a debt to them.

I felt arms come around me as I cried, strong arms as I was enfolded into them. I felt Timmy's strong body next to mine. I told him softly what I was think of and why I was crying. He didn't say a word but held me tighter to him and kissed me.

"Honey, please don't cry. I want you to be happy, as happy as I am with you. You have no idea how unhappy I was. I was mean and cruel to everyone. You showed me happiness, joy and love. I was on a path to self-destruction until you came along. You as my partner, made me smile and laugh; you always made me feel good. You are my light that shines in the darkness to show me the right path.

Now I have some good news. The boss wasn't pissed and said to use Uncle Sal as a source. He said the Feds could go screw themselves, as you can't turn your back on family.

I also called a friend at Children Services that also works at Catholic Services. She said that she would help us adopt. She would also get us registered as Foster Parents, which would make adoption easier. She did most of the paperwork over the phone and Monday we have to see her to sign those papers."

I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet, I managed to stop my crying but held onto Timmy. He knew how I felt as he caressed my body with me melding into his. We again became one as we made love in the waters we shared. I wasn't concerned about me being satisfied with this loving act, I was overwhelmed about me pleasing my lover. In addition, yes we did attain mutual satisfaction through our act of love. We finished our shower together and dried each other in the thick towels Gladys had left.

I quickly got dressed into the clothing that Gladys had left for me, as did Timmy. We both helped each other to clean up the bath after our shower placing the wet towels into our laundry hamper. I saw that the clothes I had on earlier were now gone. OhMyGod, that meant that Gladys had heard us making love. I had the feeling that she would not say a word to anyone.

Going into the bedroom, I saw a silver tray with two-cup place settings and a silver serving pot. I wondered how they knew I liked a cup of tea