Detective George Anderson sat outside of James' apartment. He had heard that Todd Sweeny had suggested that he place an officer in constant observation of James Harper in relation to the golf course killings and had been very nearly enraged. He hated how it seemed like Sweeny was always trying to move in on his cases. Sure the guy was good, but he really needed to give it a break from time to time. He was so obsessive about solving crime that he often made the other detectives feel alienated. Anderson thought that he really needed to get a life outside of homicide.
When he had been told of Sweeny's 'suggestion', he had known that if he did not take care of it, then Sweeny would. He thought that Sweeny had already butted into his investigation too much already, so he decided to see to it personally. He assigned a number of officers to watch him in shifts, but he had decided to take the first one. If Sweeny was so interested in Mr. Harper, than surely he was a person of significance. That meant that Anderson wanted to set his own eyes on the man.
The last thing he wanted was for Sweeny to be able to solve another one of his cases for him. It was really starting to make him look bad. He really needed to be able to solve his own case. If that meant checking out a guy that Sweeny had listed as a person of interest, then so be it. He really hated even giving in to his insecurities like this, but he really felt like he was up against a wall on this one.
Movement outside of his car brought him out of his miserable mood. A man was walking past his parked car and walking toward the apartment complex. Anderson had to do a double take. James Harper had not left the apartment, and yet here was a man that matched his photograph nearly perfectly. The photo that had been taken by hospital security video showed a man that had a smoothly shaved head, but this guy had a red pony tail coming out of a baseball cap. He also had a thin moustache on his face, while James had no facial hair other than eyebrows and lashes.
In spite of the differences, Anderson was certain of the fact that he was looking and James Harper. He had no idea how James had managed to get out of the apartment without being seen, but clearly he had been out and about. He was also wearing a disguise, so Anderson began to suspect that Sweeny had been right to list him as a person of interest. An innocent man would not feel the need to wear a disguise.
The man walked past the car and looked up at the apartments. He just stood there for a long time without taking his sight off of the upper apartment where James resided. Anderson did not know why he was looking so intently at his own place of residence, but the behavior was certainly strange. After a while, he finally turned and walked back the way he had come. Anderson did his best to look like he was reading a book as James walked past his car once more.
When the suspect had moved beyond the detective's car, Anderson looked up from the book and watched as he moved up to a car parked across the street. He got into it and pulled out into traffic. Not sure of why he had come back to his place only to look at it and then drive off again, Anderson decided to follow him. He pulled out into traffic a few cars behind so as to avoid detection. He briefly thought about making a call on the radio, but he decided against it. He liked the idea of solving this case all on his own. Making a call might bring Sweeny and that was not acceptable.
Wraith kept a constant eye on the plain clothes policeman that followed behind him. He had seen him and knew what he was doing from the moment he had pulled up outside of James' apartment. Originally he had thought that it would be fun to visit James for a little sit down conversation, but then he had decided that it would be much more fun to toy with the detective. This was only as long as the detective following him continued to play by Wraith's rules, though. So far, he had behaved perfectly. The man had never made any attempt to put the radio or a phone up to his lips.
Wraith drove to Vixen's as he observed the detective. If the man continued to display the desire to be the lone hero, he would lead him right up to her front door. Then the play time would really start. He reached for his cell phone and made a quick call to her so that she would be ready when they arrived. He smiled a shark's smile as he got off the phone. She had been more than eager to play along. He was glad to have someone to share moments like these with. That did not mean that he would change his mind about having her offer herself to him, but he would enjoy her for the time being.
He pulled up outside of Vixen's house and went inside. A quick and discrete backwards glance affirmed that the detective was getting out of his car without making a call for backup. Perfect. The idiot was clearly trying to be a rogue cowboy. The problem was that he obviously thought he was following the sheep like James and not a real predator. The man was blindly following Wraith to his own slaughter and he had no idea of how much danger he was in.
Anderson got out of his car and followed James from a distance to the front door of a small brick house. He could tell that it had a basement and made a mental note to check there if he could not find James right away. He knocked on the door and had to wait a few minutes before an answer came. When the door opened, he nearly fell over with shock.
A young attractive woman stood in the open doorway with pale skin and black hair. On her lips was a bright splash of red lipstick. She wore fake red horns on her head and red high heeled shoes on her feet. Other than this she wore nothing at all. Aside from some weird scars on her body, she looked as if she could be a cover model. In her left hand, she held a red trident. The total image put him at a loss for words and stirred his loins.
Anderson was a lonely man. He was slightly short, and a little overweight. On top of this, he truly had a face that only a mover could love. The only women who were ever willing to be naked with him were the kind that he couldn't stand to look at. Therefore, the only time he saw women as attractive as this woman that stood nude before him was when he looked into pornographic magazines. This was quite often as his physical appearance had naturally led to an addiction to that sort of material. He tried to speak, but he was unable to get his mouth to function.
"Hi." She said in a silky voice. "I was working on my Halloween costume. Do you think you could help me?"
"I…I…I am looking for someone." He stammered.
"Yeah, well so am I." She said winking at him and then turning and walking away slowly. She left the door open at let him watch as she slowly wiggled her backside back and forth. She reached back with her right hand and beckoned him to follow with her index finger. "And it seems as if I have found him."
"W…w…wait a minute m…mm…ma'am." Anderson said, still stumbling over his tongue. "I need to ask you some questions."
"So ask them." She said, turning her head slightly and winking at him over her shoulder. Then she started running her hands over her exposed body in slow caresses. "Oh, I am so horny. Are you going to come help me with this, or do I have to take care of it myself?"
Anderson couldn't even try to hide his arousal. He followed her inside as if he was in a trance. He could not believe that this was happening. This sort of thing only happened in fantasies. There was no way that he could have lucked into having someone this amazing be interested in somebody like him. He knew that he needed to focus on the case, but his physical needs were winning out over his common sense. Before he knew it, he had moved right in behind her and placed his hands around her waist.
Vixen smiled as she moved his hands up to her breasts. She loved his eager clumsiness. Wraith had said that he looked as if he was desperately lonely, and now it was apparent that he had been correct. She kept moving as she let his hands explore her body. She went to the steps leading down into the basement and began her descent. The idiot kept his hands moving as he babbled some nonsense about not believing his luck. She cooed at him as he did this, but inwardly she laughed. He was about to find out that things that seem to be too good to be true usually are.
Once they reached the bottom steps of the basement; she took total control of him. She backed the detective up against a table in the middle of the otherwise Spartan room. She undressed him with her teeth as he moaned with pleasure and need. When he was as exposed as she was, she pushed him up onto the table and climbed up on top of him.
Anderson was in total heaven as this gorgeous creature mounted him and began to thrust back and forth. He could not believe the feeling of pure ecstasy. He had never thought that he could have an experience like this. He knew that he should be focusing on the case, but he couldn't help himself. He figured that even if his fun time meant that James would get away, it wouldn't be too disastrous. He was sure that Sweeny would solve the case anyway. At least this way he got to have a little fun before Sweeny outshined him.
Unfortunately for Anderson, he did not see that Wraith had slipped into a surgical outfit and was coming up behind him with a scalpel in his hand. Anderson barely recognized that he was in danger before his throat was slit. Blood flowed freely from his wound and he tried to raise his hands to stop it, but Vixen had them penned down. He felt the strength leaving his body and he was not able to fight free of her grasp. He saw darkness moving in and was barely aware of the scalpel slicing into his abdomen even as Vixen continued to grind her hips back and forth.