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35 Breathless side nonchalantly. Three of the other men behind him produced lighters and held them up with expectant looks. Hmmm& The one in the middle looks like he s the best trained but too old for me, the Master thought. He motioned to him to come light his cigarette. He nodded thanks to the man but gave him no further encouragement. As he took long drags, he assessed the men standing in front of him, hoping to be picked as his boi or slave for the evening and he relished the attention. His muscular build made him larger than any of them and that increased his sense of dominance over the diminutive. He could take all the time in the world to make his selection. 36 Alex Morgan Chapter Six Corey woke to the grey light of an overcast morning filtering into his bedroom through the shades on the window. Although he d had just a few hours of sleep, he felt refreshed. He smiled, recalling the events of last night, and the domination and control of another man. His cock swelled at the thought of the sweaty, erotic session. His cell phone rang, snapping him out of the pleasant reverie. Did you sleep well last night? Chief Stewart s cheerful voice asked. Corey s smile widened. Yes, I did. How about you? No complaints. Any progress on the murder? His heart skipped a beat. The memory of the young man s body from yesterday morning pushed to the forefront of his mind. No, he answered, trying to sound nonchalant. Have you? The chief sighed. Well, let me think. We still haven t received any word on the dental records of the first body and What? Did you say first body? Corey sat up, wide-awake. What are you talking about? Oh, haven t you heard? He listened as the chief spoke in a calm, controlled tone, but he sensed the man s sarcasm. There was another murder last night. Where the fuck were you? You re supposed to be here preventing this from happening. So, what the hell were you doing last night? He sat in stunned silence, the euphoric awareness of his power and the erotic sensation of a strong ejaculation evaporated. Wh-what happened last night? he repeated, sounding more feeble than curious. His face flushed with heat. Forget it, Corey. I don t want to interrupt your relaxing weekend with another murder, but thought you d like to know. The chief hung up before he could ask another question. Perched on the edge of the bed, his pulse racing and breathing fast, thoughts rushed through his mind like a movie playing on fast-forward. He d screwed up big time. He allowed his sexual exploration to distract him and another man lost his life. His actions could mean serious implications, especially if the chief discovered where he d been and what he was doing when the latest murder was committed. The act of Congress that formed the Psionic Officers years ago contained specific wording that could remove him from his position if proven his negligence resulted in a homicide. His only hope at this point was to find the person, or persons, responsible for the murders, and demonstrate that the second couldn t have been prevented. Regaining a small portion of his confidence, he pulled on the jeans from last night, and stuffed his feet into sandals. He grabbed a T-shirt as he raced upstairs to the upper deck. 37 Breathless From his vantage point he scanned the entire city with his telepathy, no holding back this time. Maybe it was his constant suppression of his power that allowed the murderer to strike again. In instances like this, psionic capability was a double-edged sword. He could wield it to read everyone s mind in town and it may yield the murder with no more loss of life. If only it was that easy. In the process, thoughts of the populace would be desecrated. Many people believed that the intrusion into one s mind was more egregious than murder, but he psionic detectives weren t convinced the families of murdered victims would agree. Too many such relatives still railed against the officers, blaming them for not doing enough to save their loved ones. Siding with the vast majority and their own values, the psionics refrained from using telepathy to breach minds to prevent crimes to protect the privacy of others. The evidence would be intangible and thrown out, if not laughed out, of court. Therefore, they kept their power hidden. As a result crimes continued. Predicting transgressions remained beyond their reach by their own limitations in their abilities and the morals of the populace. A friend of Corey s, unclear of the concept and with poor timing, once asked him after a failed attempt to prevent a premeditated killing why he hadn t used these weird powers of his and read minds to find out when and where the assassination would take place. Corey picked up the nearest object to him, a paperback book and throwing it at his friend in anger. The friend managed to avoid the missile, but barely. Touched a nerve? Corey looked around for another weapon but paused when he realized his fury wasn t directed at his friend. Although he failed to prevent the murder, he hadn t failed in bringing the killer to justice. The courts system considered the case a success, but not the family of the victim. Their rage against Corey and several Massachusetts law enforcement agencies resulted in lawsuits and negative public campaigns. Even though the cases were never brought to court, the stench of those days still continued after several years. The pain of that memory could not be erased and though not always in the forefront of his mind, it lingered in the darkest corners of his psyche, sowing seeds of doubt and cultivating lack of confidence. Not today, Corey thought defiantly. The relatively small area to scan allowed him to unleash his power full force and unfettered. A cacophony of thoughts, emotions and mental static of thousands of people filled his mind. Years of practice and training kicked in and Corey filtered through the noise, which appeared to him as the din in a huge, crowded room. He picked out lust, anger, love and the unmistakable grogginess of minds waking up. He had been trained and conditioned to sense police activity. The heightened emotions centered on the hubbub of a crime scene would stand out like shouts against the background noise of the community. His scan of the city revealed nothing unusual. 38 Alex Morgan I know you re out there, Stewart, Corey snarled under his breath. Where are you? Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he let his mind encompass the entire tip of the cape. I ll track you back to Boston if I have to. A familiar sensation entered his mind. There you are! Race Point sat on the northern shore of Cape Cod, a wide stretch of sand beaches relentlessly assaulted by winds from the North Atlantic Ocean. Nevertheless, it was a popular spot as well as a romantic getaway for many people during Mates weekend. Or for those who just needed a semi-private place for sex. The north beach was only one of many spots on the cape for that purpose. The Race Point Life Saving Station peered over the beach grasses like a nosey neighbor as Chief Stewart rose up from his crouched position. He ignored Corey as he joined the small group. A tarp covered a body to keep prying eyes from ogling the gruesome scene. Look, Chief, he began. I m sorry I screwed up If you re too inconvenienced, Corey, the chief interrupted, I can ask your Rhode Island comrade, Paul, to assist in this investigation. He knew that Paul would never usurp his authority in his own state, no more than Corey would in Rhode Island. And Chief Stewart knew this too. Nevertheless, he stiffened at the threat. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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