From the diaries of Detective Lauren Morrisey.
Upon leaving the mansion of Jason Kendall, my partner Sylvia Vargas ripped me a new one.
"What the hell were you thinking?" She screamed at me.
I defended my actions. "I know Jason Kendall is involved with Hard Rock. I can feel it in my guts."
Rolling her eyes, the Latin woman shook her head. "Even if you feel it, we follow things by the book! You can't search his house without a warrant and no judge will issue it out without probable cause! You have no evidence to prove his involvement in this case!"
"What about Carl Lamb?" I argued. "He works for Kendall! There's got to be something there!"
"It's all circumstantial up to this point." Sylvia clucked. "We questioned his brother, Mark, and he showed us the security footage of Jason working all day when the shootout occurred. We have hundreds of eye witnesses who will be able to verify his alibi. The man is a workaholic. He practically lives for his company."
"But security tapes can be doctored." I debated.
"Let it go, Lauren!" Sylvia snapped. "This obsession with the Zagreskis is making you crazy! There isn't a lawyer in the world that can prosecute Jason Kendall unless we have hard evidence to prove he's involved with drug dealing! The man has a spotless record! He told us all he knows about Carl Lamb so we have to do more research. Don't try to ruin your career again by accusing him of something criminal! Lieutenant Price put you back on the force to help with this case so you need stop burning those bridges!"
Releasing a sigh, I shrugged. "You're right, Sylvia. I need to focus on the Anatoles and stop obsessing about the Zagreskis. I'll check with everyone see if they have any other leads connecting to Carl Lamb's death."
"That's my girl!" The Latin woman smiled. She hugged me as we returned to our car.
Truthfully, I lied. I wasn't finish with Jason Kendall. Call it woman's intuition but I knew something was not right about Jason Kendall and I was going to prove it. Come hell or high water, I was going to catch the business owner on something criminal and bring him to justice.
Ricky texted me a few times with some playful words about missing me. I returned the favor and did the same. With our busy schedules, it was hard to see each other but we anxiously waited for our Friday evening to meet up for dinner as his mother's house.
Choosing a transparent white blouse, dark tank top, and nice pair of jeans, I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and drove from my apartment in Del Lydia to his place in Guillermo to arrive about six in the evening. Ricky instantly greeted me at the door in a nice dress shirt and jeans and scanned my appearance in order to meet with his approval. His face said it all.
"You look amazing." He complimented.
"Thanks." I replied.
He took my hand, pulled me toward him, and kissed me. His lips were sweet. It wasn't a big passionate kiss but an affectionate sample to remind ourselves of what we've been missing out on. Gently, he pulled me away as he clutched my hand.
"You ready?" He asked me.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I answered. "I'll drive this time."
We headed to my car and drove to Santa La Diaz. I park right in front of an older house with a chain link fence as Ricky and I got out and headed up the walkway to the front door. Ringing the bell, an older woman with graying hair greeted us as she hugged the twenty three year old and welcomed me with open arms.
"Oh I'm so happy to meet you, Lauren!" Bianca Quinn embraces me. "Bienvenido!" Her eyes examine me with curiosity. "Come in!"
Heading inside her house, the smell of awesome homemade Mexican food filled my nostrils. Ricky's mom pulled out a seat for me at the dinner table as my date sat to her right while she proceeded to pass along bowls of rice and beans, plates of freshly made enchiladas, carne asada steaks, tamales, and warm tortillas. I dug in.
"Tiene hambre?" The older woman asked me.
"Famished." I said.
"Excellente!" Bianca laughed. She turned to her son. "Finalmente, Enrique, you bring home a chica that knows how to eat! Me gusto!"
Ricky blushed as I tried not to laugh. Instead I focused on the delicious food in front of me while learning more about his mother.
"So Ricky told me you use to be a nurse?" I asked her.
"Claro que," she smiled. "I still work part time but after my stroke I had to lessen my hours. What do you do, Lauren?"
"I'm a police detective for the Las Padres P. D."
It appeared my profession interested her. She leaned in close to learn more about my occupation.
"Trabajando con las policias?" She asked in Spanish. "You are very brave woman, Lauren. It's good to know that Enrique is dating a strong woman who can handle herself."
"It comes with the territory." I informed her.
"So are have you and Enrique talked about having children?" Bianca Quinn bluntly probed me.
Ricky almost choked on his dinner.
"Mom!" The twenty three year old protested. "We're only dating! We haven't gone out that long!"
"Oh don't mind my son," grinned the Quinn matriarch. "Enrique tiene nunca a date home before. I'm just excited to finally meet someone that my son is dating!"
I was flattered by her remark. I could officially count myself as the first person that Ricky Quinn brought home. It made me a rarity.
Bianca Quinn continued. "It's good to know that my son is interested in women. I was afraid he was going to turn out like a maricon. Some faggot!"
My mouth dropped and I had to wipe my lips to mop up the spittle of food that fell from it. I don't know if my ears were deceiving me but did his mother use some homophobic slur especially around her son? The investigator in me decided to hear the facts first.
"You know, Lauren." Bianca Quinn continued. "A fag! Tu sabes those maricones that sin against God and ask for gay marriage! They refuse to change and they're all going to hell!"
Ricky frowned and spoke up. "Mom, I don't think it's appropriate to talk politics at the dinner table. I think we should converse about something else. Por favor."
My date's mother acted offended. "Porque? I can't have an opinion about it? I'm sure your date would agree with me!" Her eyes gestured to me. "Lauren, don't you think being a faggot is wrong? Verdad?"
Inside I was seething and I glanced at Ricky who slapped his forehead in embarrassment. I decide to stay calm and try to educate his mother.
"I choose not to pass judgment." I said. "Luke 6:37 in the Bible says Do not judge, and you will not be judged; and do not condemn, and you will not be condemned; pardon, and you will be pardoned. I work with a wide variety of people of different backgrounds. I don't condemn them regardless if they are non-Christian, of a different race, or if they're gay."
The woman snorted. "Like I told Enrique, you might have to work with them but you don't have to agree with their lifestyle. Homosexuality is wrong. Muy mal! God will make that judgment when they die."
I said nothing more about the issue. Something I've learned about dealing with bigots is that they're set in the ways. My face glanced at Ricky who looked miserable so I turned toward his mother who didn't seem remorseful concerning her words. Letting out a sigh, I focused on my meal as we both stayed awkwardly quiet the rest of meal except for the occasional small talk about the weather and how well seasoned Bianca Quinn's refried beans were. After two hours of hell, Ricky and I made an excuse about working early the next morning in order for us make an excuse to leave. He kissed his mother on the cheek and she uncomfortably hugged me as we left her house with the promise of the possibility of coming to visit her sometime soon. I nodded though in my head I told myself it would be a fat chance in hell before I ever return to that homophobic woman's house but I didn't tell Ricky that. Remember that this is his mother we're talking about.
Once inside my car, we drove back to my place in Del Lydia completely relieved that the evening had ended.
"Sorry about the evening," Ricky apologized. "I should've warned you that my mother is homophobic."
"No kidding." I sighed. "No wonder you and Alex have keep things in the closet. The amount of venom she spews is horrific."
He shifted his face toward me. "You handled it really well. Despite her hateful remarks, I can tell she likes you."
"To be honest, Ricky." I said. "The sentiment isn't the same for me. I wanted to go off on her but I held my tongue for you."
Exhaling a breath, he learned back in the passenger's seat of my car. "I appreciate it. In the future, I promise to keep my visits with her brief."
"If there is a return visit." I added with a scoff. "I have no patience for ignorance."
He frowned. "So is there a chance for another date after this disastrous one?"
"That depends," I smirked. "On how well you make it up to me at my place."
His eyes exhibited a kind of allure. "Believe me." He growled. "You'll be begging me to make it up to you."
Stomping on the gas, I pulled the car off the curve and drove off toward my apartment in Del Lydia.
We barely made it to the door before we our hands were all over each other. Ricky slammed me against the entrance of the doorway. I barely turned the key of knob before his mouth gripped mine and we fell down the carpet of my apartment. With nimble feet, we kicked the door closed, my lover managed to get up and lock the door as we maneuvered toward the couch.
Clutching at the folds of my blouse, he lifted it off my shoulders before tightening his hold around my waist. Then his mouth lowered. Finding the area fabric surrounding my bra, he kissed my breasts, licked through the cotton material and began playful biting the nipple. I assisted with peeling the tank top off until my bra was showing to which he helped me unhook the foundation garment and allow him to sample the real thing underneath.
His mouth found my right tit, inhaled it in between his lips while he kissed my areolas and suckled my pink nipples. A wet tongue encircled the nub, trailing a small bit of saliva and then following a trail of kisses toward my other breast and repeating the movement. I shut my eyes and moaned.
Lifting my legs up, he pulled off shoes and socks and next moved to the button of my jeans. Skilled fingers undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and tugged at the denim until it was completely off my limbs. Planting a sweet kiss on the balls of my feet, he knelt down and peeled my panties off until my freshly shaved pussy laid spread and open for him. I was prepared this time. I made sure to groom that area.
He appreciated my smooth appearance and his tossed both my legs over his shoulder, separated the folds of my petals, and planted his face right in. With seconds, I experience his mouth vibrated my opening, moistening my clit, as his fingers massaged and stroked my entrance.
"Ricky…Ricky…" I panted his name in between breaths.
My lover made some illicit sounds with each movement of his lips. He grinded his face even deeper into my opening as waves of pleasure shot through my body. I clawed the couch as my toes curled and my body writhed in delight.
"Yes…eat me!" I demanded.
Happily, he obliged. More of his wet tongue darted in and out of entrance before he replaced it with single finger. With his digit stroking my womb, he matched each stroke of insides with the rapid flicking of his tongue on my clit. Both vibrations send me over the end to the point that I couldn't experience any more pleasure than what he was giving me.
I was wrong.
Sweet torture possessed my body. As he had done before, he became more brazen. Instead of a single finger, he inserted two more while keeping his thumb and pink set outside my petals. With fast hands, he curled upward, hitting my G-spot, and releasing the animalistic passions deep inside me. To further increase the intensity, he rested his tongue on my precious pearl and together the two sensations awoken such incredible emotions that I thought I would pass out from exhaustion.
He refused to listen and glanced down at me while his fingers fucked me with amazing skill. I raked the couch cushions as my body contorted as the feeling of explosion started to take place.
"Cum for me." Ricky ordered. "Cum!"
I didn't want to but my body refused to listen. With seconds, white hot heat shot from core. Soon I gushered like a fountain.
Liquid silver erupted into his hand, drenching him with my orgasm as he caught some of my honey inside his mouth. I heard him swallow some of my climax as I flopped around the couch, staining it with my juices, and finally relaxing to the sound of my tired breaths.
Raising himself up from his knees, he opened his mouth to kiss me. A bit of my sweet nectar tasted delicious on my lips as our tongues danced and mouths puckered and drew forth. I clutched my lover as he embraced me close to which he whispered in my ear.
"Let's take this to the bedroom."
I agreed as he lifted me off the couch and carried me to my private chambers where we continued our lovemaking session well into the night.
Sleeping in his arms couldn't be more satisfying.
Sunlight from my curtained windows woke us up. I shifted my position on the bed to stare at Ricky who just slowly waking up his eyes at the same time.
"Good morning." I smiled.
"Same to you." He grinned back.
White sheets covered our bodies as he leaned into kiss me. My stomach tumbled with glee while our mouths met and displayed our affections.
Slowly, he retreated and his face suddenly changed expressions. Concerned, I questioned him.
"Lauren…I…" he started to speak. "I don't know how to start these things. This is a first for me."
I became worried. Supporting myself on my elbow, I touched his face. "Then just say it, Ricky. Whatever, you wish to say you can tell me. I won't judge you."
He sighed, pressed his head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
"I've never done this…" he hesitated. "I don't know how this works."
"What do you mean?"
His face turned to me and stared. Dark, brown eyes glimpsed me with nervousness as he spoke.
"Lauren…I'm developing feelings for you…"
His admittance surprised me. A bubble of joy of his admission made me want to jump but I stayed calm.
"I feel the same way." I smiled. My hand approached his hair and I teased it with my fingers. "You're the first guy that I can say that too."
Ricky giggled. "Well you're the first woman I've said this too." He frowned a little. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
He finally said the words. Those three words that many people in potential relationships long to hear. I beamed with happiness as I leaned in and kissed him long and hard. Overwhelming joy took over me as I hugged him and refused to let him go.
"Ricky," I responded. "I think I'm falling I love with you too."
His face grinned from ear to ear. Cupping the back of my head, he pressed me close so that our noses touched and connected our mouths once again.
In between the caress of our lips, he spoke. "Let me paint you."
I stared at him in surprise. "What?"
"Let me paint you. Model for me." The back of his hand touched the flesh underneath my breasts. "I want to draw every magnificent curve of your body. Lauren, be my muse."
Slipping my arms around his neck, I nodded slowly. "Yes, Ricky. I'll be your muse.
Grinning widely, he turned to cover his body on to my own as we held each other and kissed until we lost all track of time. Then our hands groped, pressed against the soft folds our skin, and allowed us an opportunity to express our love in a completely physical moment.
I've never been happier.
After another hour of repeated lovemaking, I offered to drive my lover back home in Guillermo where I dropped him off at his apartment complex. Remembering that I left some jewelry at his place the night of the charity gala, Ricky informed me that he had put all the accessories inside a plastic bag and left them on his dresser. I decided to accompany him in order to retrieve them.
We hadn't gotten a few steps to his apartment before we noticed his front door slightly ajar.
"That's funny." He noted. "I know I locked the door."
Instinct and intuition suddenly took over. Shoving him behind me, I pulled out my gun from my purse and carefully crept inside the doorway. I crossed first through the living room to see some of the furniture overturned, papers scattered everywhere, books and his artwork piled on to the floor while all drawers around the kitchen were opened.
"Holy shit!" Ricky muttered in shock as he looked around. "Somebody broke into my apartment!"
"Hold on." I warned him. "I want to make sure that nobody is still around." Clutching my pistol, I made my way down the hall. The bathroom looked just as messy as the living room and kitchen with drawers opened and the contents of the medicine cabinet scattered on the floor. Then I headed toward his bedroom. Pushing at the door, I saw that the mattress was overturned, his dresser drawers pulled all the way through and the clothes from his closet tossed around in various piles.
Ricky ran in once the coast is clear and frowned. "My bedroom too?"
"At least there's no sign of the intruder." I said as I put the gun back inside my purse. "Check to see if anything valuable was taken.
He dug through the pile of drawers to find his checkbook, credit cards, bank statements, and extra cash untouched. Even the accessories I left behind were still in a plastic bag on top of his dresser.
After a few minutes of double checking, Ricky shrugged. "It looks all like my stuff is here. Even with the mess, they didn't take anything. My laptop, stereo, t. v., and all the appliances are still intact. Why would anyone break into my place and not steal anything?"
Why indeed. As usual, my gut told me something was off. The thieves wanted something more valuable that personal possessions. Something important. What that something was still a mystery?
All I know is that Jason Kendall is somehow involved with this break-in and I was determined, more than ever, to prove it.