Detectives
by TheHandsThatLead, copyright © 2024
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SYNOPSIS: Detective Warrant is called in on a case that even he may not be able to solve.
DISCLAIMERS:
- This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
- Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.
- This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of a sexual nature. If any of these concepts disturb you, please find something else to read.
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Chapter 1 — The Case
I walked into the penthouse, not sure what I was doing there, domestic calls weren’t really my thing. Looking around the place there were a lot more officers than I would have expected, even for a place with this much expensive-looking art and decor in it.
There was no shortage of high-end furniture, marble statues, and I was pretty sure that was a Picasso on the wall in the living room.
“Randal! Over here.” Captain Tully called out and waved over at me. He was getting ready to retire in a few months, I doubt that whatever this was, he would get a smooth sail till then.
I walked over and arrived to him speaking on the phone, “Yes Sir, I understand Sir. No... no problem, I understand that discretion is key. Thank you Sir, I will Sir.” Tully spoke into his phone and I could imagine the other side of the conversation without much effort.
“The Mayor?” I asked, only out of courtesy.
Tully huffed and nodded, “Yeah, this has all the higher-up’s attention.” he replied gruffly as was his way.
“I presume that’s why you called me at 2 am?”
He nodded again, “You’re on this case...” he said with a glare and a pointed finger, “...don’t give me any hassle Randal.”
I raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know Captain... domestic isn’t my beat... nor the best use of my time, don’t you think? I’ve got the Handler case on the front burner and...”
Tully put up his hand to stop me, “They’re all on the back burner now. This is priority one. No questions. Just get on it and get it solved.”
I was about to try and protest more but was suddenly interrupted by a commotion coming from the direction of the bedroom. I turned to look to see three uniformed officers desperately trying to escort a woman covered in a blanket to the front door.
“Come on baby... just let me suck it a little! giggle” the woman exclaimed in a high-pitched voice that made it sound like she was whining.
The blanket slipped from her shoulders as she reached down towards one of the officer’s crotch and a giant set of over-inflated breasts swung loose. The nipples were impossibly thick and hard, her waist looked like it should snap in two if she actually bent over, and she was completely naked.
That’s when it clicked, “Mrs. Harrington.” I said half under my breath and Tully huffed again.
“And that’s why you’re on the case. It took a half an hour for her husband to figure out who she was, he called it in as a home invasion. Said there was a crazy bimbo trying to rape him in the house.”
I scrunched my forehead and took a second look at the once matronly head of the Harrington family. They were well known for their philanthropic enterprises throughout the city. The last time I’d seen a photo of her was on the front page of the newspaper after attending the children’s hospital fundraiser and donating $30 million to it.
Her weather face, nearly snow-white hair, and wrinkled skin were well covered by an expensive designer dress and makeup, but there was no denying that she was in her seventies at least. The woman being escorted out couldn’t be any older than 24... tops.
I turned back to Tully with a questioning look, “Don’t ask me...” he said holding up his hands, “That’s what you’re here for.” he finished with a smirk.
I let out a sigh and nodded, my reputation in the department was... mixed. Yes, I closed my cases, in fact I closed all of my cases. But I also tended towards more unorthodox methods to do so, that often made my fellow officers and superiors... nervous.
“You can interview her later if you want, but I doubt you’ll get anything out of her. We’ve been trying for two hours and, well, you can see how she’s responded. Her husband is having her taken to a private clinic... for discretion. If they have any luck with her they’ll let us know.”
I nodded and wondered what could possibly have caused such a change.
“Oh, and discretion is the word. This can’t get to the press, so everything is need to know only.”
“Got it Captain. Who was the first responder?” I asked.
“Wilson was first on scene.” Tully said and pointed over to one of the uniformed officers.
I turned and started to walk over to him, but Tully called out after me.
“Oh, one more thing... you’re going to want to talk to Vasquez first thing in the morning. She’s got the other cases.”
I turned my head back to Tully with a raised eyebrow, “Other cases?”
He just nodded and I continued over to Wilson, a heavy sigh slipping from me as other cases meant a pattern... which meant a serial attacker of some kind.
The fact that Vasquez had the other cases and hadn’t been called into this one had me a little curious as well.
I looked out over the city as the sun rose from the Harrington master bedroom, it was larger than my apartment and I suspect cost more than my apartment building.
I looked down at my watch, 6:43 am, just enough time to get home and have a shower before heading to the station and tracking down Vasquez.
After talking to Mr. Harrington, along with the uniformed officers and everyone else that had come trampling into the scene since then, I knew little more than when I’d finished my talk with Tully.
Mr. Harrington had come home, expecting to find his wife doing, well, whatever she did all day, and instead found a “crazy bimbo trying to rape me”, as he put it.
He managed to dodge her advances for a while, before locking himself in the bedroom, and calling 911.
It was during his wait for the police to arrive that he’d realized it was in fact his wife, though even now he still only half believed it. She’d started begging him to fuck her when he locked the door, just basic stuff at first, but slowly she had started adding in details to things that they had done in the past, places they had gone, etc, that finally made it impossible for him to deny.
A visit to the concierge’s desk to retrieve the video from the lobby was unenlightening as there had been some kind of issue with the system and there was no footage for the last 12 hours.
The uniformed officers would be canvasing the neighbourhood for any other footage they could find when more of the businesses opened up, and the techs back at the station would be doing the same when they arrived for any of the traffic cameras.
In the meantime, home and a shower was the only other thing I could do at the moment.
I turned from the window and walked to the doorway, pausing for just a moment, there was one other thing I could do. I pulled my phone from my pocket, scrolled through my s until I found Benny.
“Hey, dig up any dirt on the Harrington’s you can find.”
I hit send on the message and walked out of the penthouse.
Chapter 2 — The Station
I watched the video on my computer, a man on a bicycle rolling up to the front of the Harrington’s building, leaning it up against the wall, and walking in.
It was the best view we had from the cameras so far, and it looked like he was in his mid-thirties at the most, brown hair, and average build and height.
Aka, bubkus.
My only hope was that some other camera caught a better angle.
I let out a sigh just as my phone rang, “Warrant” I answered.
“It’s Vasquez, Tully said you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll be here.”
Then we both hung up and my uneasiness around Vasquez only heightened. It was the way she’d said “I’ll be here”, not in a confident tone, but a resigned one.
The fact her office was in the basement, when the rest of the detectives were up here on the 16th floor near the top of the building, was just another red flag.
“So Captain Tully tells me you have two cases that are related to mine.” I said, tossing down the manila folder that contained what little I had so far onto her desk.
Vasquez was younger than I expected, couldn’t be over thirty, with curly brown hair and a darker complexion. Probably from a South American descent if I’d had to guess. She picked up the folder and flipped it open.
“Oh... another one of these.” she said and then reached around behind her, shuffled through a stack of folders on the credenza, picked out two, and turned back around, tossing them in my direction.
“You don’t seem surprised...” I asked curiously as I opened the first folder to see a rap sheet for a brunette woman named Natalie, who looked thin and tired, and much older than the 28 the bio indicated.
“Not really. Only surprised that they gave it to you. But I guess when they’re rich they get the VIP treatment.” she spat out.
I quickly read the rap sheet, it was long and filled with drug and prostitution charges. I flipped to the next sheet and was unsurprising to see a new mug shot, she still had her brunette hair, but she looked completely different otherwise.
Gone were the bags under her eyes, the stringy hair, the hollow cheeks, the marks up and down her arms. Replaced by what appeared to be a young woman who was in the porn industry. Thick luscious lips, huge obviously fake breasts, heavy makeup, and perfect hair that formed a halo around her head.
I closed the file and flipped over to the second one.
The first page wasn’t a rap sheet, but instead just a 8x10 photo of a family. Mother and father, along with two children. The parents looked to be in their forties, the kids in their early teens at most.
I flipped to the next page and the booking sheet was mostly what I expected. Public indecency, assault, and a few related misdemeanours.
The mug shot attached of Sarah Acorn was similarly different. It was the wife, though a good twenty years younger. Gone was the short dirty blonde hair, replaced with long platinum blonde locks down to her waist. Her lips dominated her face and her huge breasts sat unnaturally high on her chest.
I looked up at Vasquez with a frown, there was nothing else in the folders, “Is this it?” I said, flipping the page back and forth.
She rolled her eyes at me and nodded, “Yeah, what did you expect?”
I looked at the booking sheet again, “This was... three weeks ago... and this was almost seven... and you have nothing?”
Vasquez let out a sigh and then leaned back in her chair, “Tell me Warrant... how many cases do you have currently open?”
I raised an eyebrow and paused for a moment, “Seven, with that one.” I replied pointing to the folder I’d tossed on her desk.
She pushed her chair to the side and turned it, then waved at the stack of folders on her credenza, “These are my active cases... 37 at the moment.” she replied.
Then she stood up and walked over to the large filing cabinet on the side wall of her office, opening the top drawer, “These are my active but paused cases... 28 at last count, that are technically still active but I don’t have time to work on them.”
She closed the drawer and slapped the next two under it, “These contain my inactive cases, which means I haven’t worked on them in at least three months... 73 at the moment.”
Then she slapped the final drawer, “And these are my cold cases... aka the ones I get to work on if I take them home on the weekends or vacation. There’s another filing cabinet of them in the next room. I don’t count these... it’s too depressing.”
Then she returned to her chair, swivelled it back forward and looked me dead in the eyes, “So yes, I’m quite serious. That’s all I’ve got on them. But I’m sure now that the great Detective Warrant is on the case... you’ll clear them up in a jiffy.” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“Ok, I get it Vasquez, no time for some hair-brained story of people changing in the blink of an eye into sex-crazed sluts. So what’s your story? There’s no way someone as young as you gets all the way to detective and then gets stuck in the basement, overworked and having all the cases no one else wants dumped on her.”
She leaned back and half smiled, “Don’t you already know? You’re the great detective after all.”
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to anything I’d heard about Vasquez. Then I opened them and concentrated on her. Slowly it started to come back to me.
“Shit... you’re that Vasquez.”
She nodded in return and we both sat silently for a moment.
It had been two years ago that the scandal had broken, the department had been running a sting on John’s, using a recently closed down high-end escort agency as a cover, when they’d ensnared the Chief of Police.
Vasquez had been the one to snag him in the sting. A very sure way to pretty much end your career, even if it was the right thing to do.
I stood up and grabbed the three folders, “Alright, let’s go.” I announced.
“Go? Go where?” Vasquez asked, confused.
“You’re with me, let’s get all three cases closed.”
She shook her head, “I can’t. If I leave they’ll...”
“They’ll what? Dig a new basement level for you?”
Vasquez blinked and then smiled, “True... I wouldn’t mind a basement to myself though.” she finally said and then shrugged, before coming out from behind her desk and walking out with me.
Chapter 3 — The Informant
Vasquez was sitting across from me at my kitchen table, we’d spent the day collecting as much evidence as we could, visiting the previous victims and their families.
We’d tracked down Natalie working in a strip club. She was still mostly sex crazed, but could at least hold a conversation for a little while. All she could was that she’d met a man one night, nondescript, mid-thirties she thought, and then... just sex... sex and more sex.
She’d spent two weeks in a psych ward and they’d given her enough drugs and therapy to get back to some semblance of control over herself, and while the charges were pending, she was doing what she could to make a living.
Which, it turned out, was a lot better than her old life. She still ed being that person, drugged up and desperate, it was just no longer who she was, or what she wanted. Now she had a steady job, a real apartment, and enough money to get herself on the straight and narrow.
Her John had been less forthcoming. In fact, he had disappeared completely. Talking to one of his buddies had revealed that he had fled pretty much right afterwards. The buddy’s quote was “Nah, fuck that shit... I’m out of here.”
As for Sarah, her story was a little different. She was still in the psych ward, undergoing extreme therapy to try and get her under control. A chat with her ant husband had revealed very little other than the small laundromat they owned was close to where Natalie often worked the street along with her John.
It was at least some small connection between the two cases... the Harrington’s on the other hand were all the way across the city, with no ties to either of them.
“Not a bad day’s work.” Vasquez said with a smile on her lips.
I sighed and nodded, “Yeah, just not very fruitful.”
Vasquez looked up at me and frowned, “You look like shit Warrant.”
I huffed and nodded, “Thanks, been up for... 38 hours now.” I said pausing to check my watch.
“You need to get some sleep... We can pick up again tomorrow.” she replied with a shake of her head.
I nodded in return and I got up to show her out of the front door, when my phone binged. I paused and sighed, I recognized the bing, before I turned around and picked up the phone.
“Hang on Vasquez...” I said and quickly checked my messages:
“Got what you wanted... be at the regular spot at 8.”
I looked back at my watch, “Want to grab a bite before we meet my informant?” I asked.
“You’re kidding right? You’re going to fall flat on your face if you don’t get some sleep.”
“It’s just three more hours... no big deal.” I replied and reached for my jacket before gesturing to the door.
Vasquez shook her head, rolled her eyes and smiled, “Fine.” she replied with what I almost thought was a growing respect in her voice.
Benny was a small man, a weasel of a man really, but he did always come through.
Vasquez was a few steps behind me as we walked down the dirty alleyway behind the diner we’d just finished eating at. In general I find dining alone preferable, but Vasquez held her own in conversation and I had to it I had found it... pleasant.
“Who’s the chick?” Benny’s raspy voice piped up as we approached.
“My partner, Vasquez. She’s kosher.” I replied.
Benny looked around nervously and then finally pulled out a small notepad from his dirty jacket and flipped over several pages until he arrived at the one he was looking for.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes, “The usual agreement?” he asked.
I nodded and pulled out a plain white envelope from my breast pocket and handed it to him. He flipped it open and checked it over before stuffing it in the same pocket he’d fished his notepad from.
“Alright... you’re not going to like this.” he started and I raised an eyebrow, I was pretty sure I could feel Vasquez’s eyebrow raise behind me as well.
“The Harrington’s all look good on paper, but if you scratch at that paper just a little you find all kinds of dirt... dirt of the Zeeloni kind.”
“Shit.” I said aloud, the Zelloni family was the biggest crime family in the city.
“No way.” Vasquez said from behind me.
“How deep?” I asked.
“Real deep.” Benny replied ignoring Vasquez, “And both ways. You know that 30 mil she just donated to the hospital?”
I nodded.
“Just a way to launder money... it’s going right back into the Zelloni family through the construction of a new wing on that place. Gonna come out squeaky clean.”
“And she knows?”
“Absolutely. I’m told the broad used to date Nathan Zelloni, back in college or somethin.”
I sighed and turned to the surprised face of Vasquez. We both shook our heads and then I turned back to Benny.
“What else?”
“Not much... just some minor stuff... here.” he replied, tearing a few pages from his notebook and handing them to me.
“Thanks Benny. Appreciated as always.”
“You too.” Benny said with a smile and tapped his pocket where the envelope was and then he pushed his notepad into it as well.
We started to walk away when I suddenly stopped and turned back to him.
“Hey, one more thing... you know anything about a laundromat over on South Pennington Street?”
“The one right by all the whores?” Benny shot back.
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Oh yeah, everyone knows the Acron Laundromat... need some money washed, that’s your place to go.”
“Controlled by Zelloni as well I assume?”
“As if anything isn’t.” Benny shot back and then threw his hand in my direction before skulking off down the alleyway.
This time when I turned back to Vasquez a smile was on her face, “You fucking genius...” she said and then we both hurried back to the street. There was nothing else to do tonight, so we parted ways and agreed to meet at the Zelloni’s head office building in the morning.
When my head hit the pillow, my eyes shut and I was dead to the world.
Chapter 4 — Zelloni
“I’d like to speak to Jackson Zelloni...” I said to the receptionist as I held up my badge, beside me was Vasquez doing the same thing.
A good night’s sleep had done wonders for my disposition... along with a nice long hot shower of course. Vasquez was as eager as a squirrel on caffeine and I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t about to just jump over the desk and dash right into Zelloni’s office leaving a Vasquez-shaped hole in the door.
Of course this was just a casual visit, no need to set off any alarm bells at this point. Jackson Zelloni was very used to having officers drop by for visits, this one would be no different.
“I’m sorry Sir, he’s in a meeting.” the pretty young receptionist said in a halted, stilted tone.
“He’s just going to have to cancel it!” Vasquez almost shouted and slammed her hand down on the receptionist’s desk.
“He can’t be disturbed at the moment... if you’d like to come back some other time.” the receptionist continued without flinching.
Then it hit me, the perfect skin, the almost unnatural beauty, the vapid look in her eyes.
“Shit, come on!” I shouted and dashed around the desk, pulling my weapon and kicking the door open to the main office area. I could hear Vasquez running behind me, shouting something, but I was focused on the door at the other side of the office, the one that proudly proclaimed “Jackson Zelloni, CEO”
I used my shoulder to push through it and quickly evaluated the scene in front of me.
Behind the desk was Zelloni, sitting with a fearful expression on his face but not moving. In front of the desk was a woman seated in one of the two chairs, I recognized her as Patricia Zelloni, Jackson’s wife. To the side of the desk was a man, in his thirties, nondescript, with a smile on his face.
I turned my weapon towards the man at the side of the desk and focused in on him, “Freeze!” I shouted just as Vasquez arrived behind me. She made a quick scan of the area and then drew her weapon and pointed it at the man as well.
For his part, the man remained calm and smiling as he turned his head towards me and then tilted it to the side just a touch.
“I must say, I’m quite impressed... Detective Warrant, Randal Warrant is it? But I think it should be you that freezes.” he said and then snapped his fingers.
As soon as he did I felt every muscle in my body freeze up. Then he casually walked over to the door I’d just slammed through, inspected it, then closed it as best he could with the now broken latch.
“That must have hurt quite a bit.” he said as he walked around in front of me and gently relieved me of my weapon before placing it back in the holster on my hip.
He did the same to Vasquez before continuing, “In fact I can see the adrenaline pumping through your body even now. I must say, I wasn’t expecting anyone to interrupt my little meeting with the Zelloni’s, let alone a city detective or two, but this is just wonderful!” he said with genuine joy.
“And you are... Vasquez... Carmen Vasquez. A pleasure to meet two of the city’s finest detectives! Come, come, please, take a seat.” he said and motioned towards the two seats in front of Zelloni’s desk.
“You... hag, get up and give our guests a place to sit.” the man said, motioning towards Patricia. She reacted instantly, standing up and walking to the side of the room and standing against the wall.
“You... you too.” the man said, this time pointing at Jackson and he ed his wife standing against the wall.
My body moved without my consent and took a seat, Vasquez did the same, and the man sat down across from us in Zelloni’s chair.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I must apologize for my rudeness, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Ivan. There, that’s better, now that’s taken care of. However I must apologize once more for what I’m going to do next...”
A smile crossed his lips and then suddenly I felt a pressure inside of my head, like someone was squeezing my brain beneath my skull. I grunted and groaned as the feeling persisted, hearing similar sounds coming from Vasquez to my right, until it was gone.
“I hope that wasn’t too bad, but it is a lot quicker than asking a million questions. I am impressed Randal, you truly are a uniquely gifted detective. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that put together the pieces as quickly as you did. I think that’s because you have a uniquely open mind, you don’t discard an idea just because it doesn’t fit into your concept of reality.” he said as he turned to Vasquez.
“Most, like Carmen here, would have assumed something was wrong in the reports and put them on a pile with other non-credible cases. But Carmen has qualities of her own, doesn’t she? Not many would have turned in the Police Chief when they knew it would kill their future prospects in the department. Would they?”
“That does put me in a bit of a pickle. I like you Randal. I haven’t met someone like you in a thousand years and I think it would be a shame to ruin such a mind. Well, let’s take care of the Zelloni’s first and then we can get to what to do with the two of you.”
Ivan turned to the Zelloni’s standing against the wall and a sudden gust of heat billowed towards them. Their bodies twisted and reshaped as I watched, until the heat subsided.
The middle-aged couple was replaced with a mid-twenties pair of porn stars. Jackson, in a pair of banana hammock swim trunks, that hardly concealed the long thick dick he now sported, was muscular, tanned, and packing a six-pack. Patricia was similarly changed, long blonde hair, puffy DSL lips, huge tits, a tiny waist, and a huge ass, all straining the tiny pink bikini she was wearing with the towering heels on her feet.
The pair quickly grabbed hold of each other and made a rapid exit, leaving the office far behind.
“Don’t worry, they’re headed to a new life as internet porn stars, they’ll be quite famous and known for doing the nastiest of things to each other.” Ivan said as he turned back and then cocked an eyebrow.
“Why?” he asked even before the question could form completely in my mind.
“This...” Ivan said, throwing his hands up in the air and waving them around a bit, “Isn’t my city, let alone my continent. In fact if it was for the Zelloni’s I wouldn’t ever have come here. I guess that means I do owe them for introducing us, but that wasn’t their intent. No, you see, I’m a simple man really. I enjoy a nice quiet existence of pleasure and fun in Europe. I own a nice villa, in a nice little town, stocked full of beautiful women who only want to please me. And that is where I would have stayed if certain representatives from the Zelloni family hadn’t tried to make a move on my territory. As such, I couldn’t let that go... unanswered.” he said, waving towards the door that the Zelloni’s had just left from.
“And yes, I perhaps got a little side tracked here and there having some extra fun along the way. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been over to the new world, so why not live a little while I’m here? Whats a few extra months here or there? Anyway, the receptionist will inform their father Nathan of what’s happened and why. I think that should dissuade any future encroachment, don’t you?”
I remained silent and still and then Ivan chuckled, “Oh, sorry about that, I sometimes forget the little things.” he said and then snapped his fingers and I found myself able to move my head.
“What are you going to do with us?” I asked, unnaturally calm.
“That’s a good question. I could just wipe your memory and let you go... but that doesn’t seem like much fun.”
“I think we could live with that.” I replied semi-sarcastically.
Ivan chuckled and nodded, “I’m sure you could. But I have a better idea. Here’s the deal. I’m going to give you the chance to make three changes to Vasquez... anything you want, but they have to be significant and not something she would want to happen to herself.”
I cocked an eyebrow, “And if I refuse?”
Ivan smiled wickedly, “In that case I’m quite sure after she leaves here today she’ll find herself in another prostitution sting, but this time it will be her that will be going to jail.”
I turned to look at Vasquez, her face placid and still frozen by Ivan, but I knew she must have been screaming at the top of her lungs in her own mind.
“Can I have some time to consider?”
Ivan chuckled, “Of course, of course, but let’s be honest, we both know you’ve already decided.", then he stood up and walked around, clapping me on the shoulder. He walked over to Vasquez and turned her chair towards mine, before coming back to me and turning mine to face her.
I sighed and tried to look as remorseful as I could, “Sorry Vasquez, I hope you understand.”
“That will be up to you I guess.” Ivan said in response, “So what’s your first change?”
I closed my eyes for a moment and then spoke, “She should lose her sense of righteousness, be more focused on getting what she wants, instead of what’s right.”
I thought I saw Vasquez’s eyes bulge but then Ivan snapped his fingers and nothing seemed to happen.
“Done. Second?”
“She should love and respect me, in a way that she doesn’t question my choices or decisions for her.”
Ivan chuckled and smiled, “Oh very good, I like you more and more. Finally, your third change to her.”
“She should be easily sexually aroused by me, and easily orgasm multiple times when we have sex.”
“Perfect! I couldn’t have asked for any better choices!” Ivan exclaimed and then clapped me on the back again, harder.
Then he leaned in and spoke quietly into my ear, “And since I can’t have you telling everyone about me, I have to take something small from you, but don’t worry, I’m going to make it up to you by giving you something else in return.”
Then Ivan snapped his fingers and everything went dark.
Chapter 5 — Aftermath
“Please welcome our new Chief of Police, Carmen Vasquez!” the announcer called out and waved towards Carmen as she walked on stage.
I smiled and clapped along with the rest of the gathered crowd, filled with officers, detectives, and city officials.
It had been three years since Ivan had left the city, three years of guiding Carmen slowly but surely toward her goal of being Chief. Without her sense of right and wrong, she focused solely on her career, fortunately, as she trusted me unconditionally, I could steer her along the straight and narrow.
It was the trade-off I’d made when coming up with the changes Ivan forced me in to. I could have just gone and made changes like he had to the Zelloni’s. Turning Carmen into a buxom blonde bimbo that was at my beck and call, but Ivan knew that wasn’t my style.
I was pretty sure if I had tried to, I’d have ended up much like Jackson, internet famous and porn dumb.
That was a double-edged sword though, as Ivan called every few weeks to “catch up” and see how I was doing. He seemed to genuinely enjoy our conversations and I had no reason to doubt him. Though, was that the change he’d made to me?
I didn’t think so, that change just seemed to be my inability to discuss Ivan with anyone who didn’t already know him. That meant that Carmen and I could talk about him and what happened, but I couldn’t put him in a report or issue a warrant for his arrest.
Carmen finished up her speech and walked down the stairs of the stage, coming over and wrapping her arms around me, then kissing me.
“Hey you, what did you think of the speech?” she asked.
“Loved it.” I replied.
“You didn’t listen at all did you?”
I smiled back and shook my head. She gave me a tsk tsk and then kissed me.
It had taken several months for her anger to subside after our encounter with Ivan, I generally let her be except for making sure she wasn’t going off the rails. Eventually she came around and itted that, given the choices, she couldn’t think of any better solutions either.
I don’t know how much of that is the changes I made, or if she would have come to the same conclusion without them, but either way, we were past it and here now.
I suspect the mind-blowing sex we have doesn’t hurt her opinion of me either though, which was what Ivan had given me in return. I could last for hours on end and ejaculate as often as I wanted to now.
Closing the Harrington case was easy once all of their links to the Zelloni crime family came to light, and we quietly closed out Natalie’s and Sarah’s cases as well.
I’m not 100% sure why Ivan did those two women, but it seems likely he was working his way up the chain until he was sure that the Zelloni’s were at the top. Or maybe he was bored like he said he was and just having some fun... it was hard to tell what his true motivations were.
In any case, when I gave the credit to Carmen, it was easy enough to position her to take over for Captain Tully when he retired, which was the first step of many on the ladder to today.
“So Captain Warrant, how are you gonna get my closed cases stats up?” Carmen said with a raised eyebrow and then a wink.
I smiled back and sighed, I hadn’t wanted to take her old job, but, well, I had to stay close to her, so I’d accepted the promotion. In the last two years or so we’d done great work in closing many of the cases she had been assigned, but there were still so many left.
“Don’t know Chief... but let me think about it and I’ll see what I can do.” I replied, giving her a little salute.
We walked out of the briefing room and towards her new office with smiles on our faces. All in all, things had worked out well, with one minor exception.
As we walked into her office, Jason Reinhold was standing there smiling, “Carmen... I mean Police Chief Vasquez, congratulations!”
The slick smile on his well-groomed face made me dry heave a little, politics had never set well with me. Carmen, on the other hand, was well versed in them now, and Reinhold was the next step in her accent... to Mayor.
I sighed to myself and wondered what kind of monster I’d created, but then just smiled and let Carmen get on with her work.
Perhaps one day Ivan would come to visit again, but at the moment he seemed happy just talking, so until I had to face him once more, I was planning on enjoying what I had while I could.