Day Seven-three - Wednesday
"You can't fall asleep on me and expect to sleep all night."
"Huh?"
"This is the way you're supposed to put me to sleep."
Sue was sliding her pussy up and down on my very firm, very excited dick. She was moving smoothly up and down, taking me completely into her body until the head of my dick touched the end of her channel then pulled away sliding up with her pussy caressing my entire shaft.
"This feels so good and you're going to fill me up with more of the good stuff that you gave me to get our baby. Fuck me husband, fill me, do me."
As I became aware of my surroundings, I raised my head and captured a dangling extended nipple in my mouth and sucked. This caused Sue's pussy to clamp down on me while she slid up and down.
Sue began coming. Grunting, moaning, almost laughing but squeezing me inside her, quivering around me, milking me. When she increased her speed, I rolled us over to be on top and enjoyed speeding up the in and out of our love play. In just over a minute Sue collapsed and I squirted, filling her with my seed.
She hugged me tightly, kissing my face and lips until she relaxed rolling us to our sides. "I needed you. I woke up feeling empty and helped you to fill me up. I feel great now."
Looking at the clock, it was already ten to six, time to rise and shine. We lay kissing and hugging for another five minutes then got up to begin our day. After making the coffee I joined Sue to discover she was still playful and horny. We took an extended shower leaving another seed deposit inside her.
When we hit the patio, Glenda said we needed to get the silly looking grins off our faces. We laughed and both of us hugged her for noticing our happiness.
By six thirty, the crew was showing up in groups and by seven, all were present and accounted for, including Samantha. I had the thought that this was like a giant family that came for breakfast.
It was, this was my giant family starting the day together. The thought made me feel a little melancholy. I think Sue felt it too as she hugged me close when we passed.
Sue wanted to be at the plant before folks showed up again and left by seven twenty. I took off right after her so I could go over my in-basket and messages real quickly.
By the time Debbie and Deanne showed up, I had response notes on all of the noted orders that were in my in-basket. My two girls had taken care of the day to day messages but couldn't handle a couple of them so I waited till eight-thirty to make the calls. None were a big deal, just answers on estimated deliveries of big trucks. Even though we told folks it was a six-week turn around, they were looking for their trucks within two weeks. We were about three weeks early, but that still wasn't early enough for anxious customers.
In the new building across the lot, Ted had eight men working on big lifts. He estimated that each lift would take two men almost a week to complete. No wonder the amount he was quoting was so high. The labor was going to be exorbitant.
The fiberglass shop was being put together. Molds were being built for the various parts for the three vehicles we were going to produce for. There were already several molds that had been built and had materials formed in them for a new part.
Out in the storage area, Abe had about thirty finished generators and several forklifts, along with two new completed trucks and two trucks waiting for bodies. Along the far wall was each type of generator, compressor, forklift, and big lift in rows so they could be lifted out of place and taken to the rebuild shops.
The driver/salesmen for the race day trucks were with Phil and Debbie in the training room. Phil was going over a couple of new items, and Debbie was taking notes of what the men suggested to make a better presentation. They wanted some kind of unique uniform. Something like slacks with a sport shirt with logos and sponsor names all over them similar to the drivers racing coveralls.
I asked them to make a drawing of what they suggested and I would contact the various sponsors to see if we could get some advertising money for displaying their name along with promoting their company's products. Debbie made sure we had their sizes then began working with them on a new way to handle credit cards that would be faster. They would now be equipped with a satellite connection that would give faster approvals. They could also use the dish on the truck for their in-truck TV if they stayed in the truck.
Ben called and wanted Sue and I to attend a meeting between our two attorneys and the five attorneys for the managers. The attorneys representing the bad guys wanted to negotiate.
Sue and I were to meet them downtown at Ben's office, with a court reporter present, so we would have a record of the content. Ben told me that if we could get downtown town early enough, he would treat us to lunch.
We took off, with file folders supplied by Tiny of listings, individual acts of thievery, and greed by each of them, with totals close to accurate of the amounts they had taken. Ben took us to a small private lunchroom for building executives where his office was. Nice and plush, but not near as good food as our Greek diner.
When the meeting started, the lead attorney asked that we drop all the charges against the men, as they were now in very dire circumstances without money to take care of their houses.
I noted that they didn't say homes and families.
Ben said that at this time dropping the charges was not a consideration. Our concern was recovering three point seven million dollars. The attorneys all objected loudly. Ben handed each a copy of the information Tiny had supplied me.
The attorneys looked through the files then talked among themselves a few minutes.
The lead guy bluffed, "You can't prove any of this. You can't tie our clients to these papers."
Ben looked at me and gestured for me to answer. "Each of those instances has been documented and is being provided to the district attorney for augmented charges against each of the men you represent. Each instance is factual and has substantiated documentation that is bulletproof. Auditors are still searching records to determine where an additional three million went. As yet, they have not found who took it, or how it disappeared. I'm sure we will come up with more documented instances of theft and embezzlement. As you know, conviction of white-collar criminals usually has provision of repayment of the theft, along with substantial fines.
"At this time, I want an absolute minimum of seventy-five percent of the total documented amounts. In other words, I want a little over two and three quarter million dollars, plus my attorney and accounting fees. Let's say today that I will accept three million. As we find more documentation, the figure will rise. If you give me a check for three million right now, I will withdraw charges against your clients."
The lead attorney sputtered and said, "My client can't come up with that amount of money. Not even close."
Ben smiled and looked at another folder. "You client owns a home that is worth close to five million dollars. His U.S. bank accounts have over three-quarters of a million dollars in them. We know of over two million in off-shore accounts that he has, and we have not uncovered everything yet. If the federal and state prosecutors get this information, your client will not have to worry about his money, he will be in jail for the next twenty years."
You could see the bluster go out of all of them. They talked to each other some more, then the lead guy said, "We have to talk to our clients then get back to you. I don't know what they will decide."
I wanted a last word. "Tell them that the offer is today. Tomorrow I will recalculate the amount and continue to do so until I have certified funds in my hand. This is Tuesday, on Thursday the prosecuting attorneys will have all of these facts in their hands. I'm told bail has been denied to the entire group as they are considered a flight risk. You shouldn't have trouble finding them to discuss the offer. Get it done or defend them of state and federal charges. When you know what you are going to do, call Ben."
You could read disappointment, anger, and confusion on their faces as they got up and rapidly left.
"Why did you make the deadline so close? Isn't that a little fast and isn't the amount a little high," Ben said?
"Not really Ben, just the one guy could pay us off. He probably has enough off-shore money to pay us. They are going to be paying us with our money. You and the accountants will want to be paid, so let's get some cash flow for Sue to work with."
"Remind me not to try to screw you doing business."
"Won't be necessary, you're too smart to leave a trail as broad as they did."
Ben asked, "Do you think they will come up with the money?"
"Sure, they don't want to spend a day more in jail than they have to. The big cheese will come up with the money then take the others to the cleaners. He's too much of a rat to not make them pay. He has enough salted away to bail out of here and go to the islands to live. He'll pay, probably by tonight."
"If you're right, I'll buy you a drink."
"If I'm right, we can afford to buy each other a drink."
Sue and I left to go back to our businesses. We went into the factory to see how things were progressing. The first cleaning of the three floors was complete and now they were going to do a more thorough job along with their regular tasks.
Tiny had the security company come in and do a security sweep of the plant, especially the offices. They didn't find any bugs but did find another safe in the floor of the president's office. They were in the process of trying to open it.
The place was beginning to make me ill. I asked Sue if we could just demolish the offices. Take the furniture apart and sell it then strip the offices and start over. Sue thought that was a great idea. I called the contractor and asked him to stop by.
Thankfully, Mike was still in his small office. I told him he could design his new office. Sue told him she was going to have an office at the plant similar to the one at the house, so her desk was in the same room as the girls. The girls would not be in often but when they did come in, she would need to interact with them.
Sue was excited. A large shipment of material had arrived so they could begin manufacturing some of the new fashions. First the cutters would do their job then the seamstresses. She prepared her talk for in the morning.
I walked back across the street to catch up on anything that needed done as the day was coming to a close. Debbie and Deanne had handled everything for me, but Debbie said she had an urgent note from Ben.
When I called his private number the first thing he said was, "I owe you a drink. Come downtown and meet me here at seven. The attorney said he would have our certified funds and meet us at my office."
"That's nuts to meet downtown at that time of night. No one will be around and you can't do anything with the check till morning. Call the man and tell him to meet us at your office at nine tomorrow. That way there are plenty of witnesses and the bank is in your building so we can deposit it in the factory's account."
"He was pretty adamant about meeting tonight so he could get his client out of jail."
"It won't happen, Ben. The only person that can let any of them out is the judge and he goes home at night."
"You're right. I hadn't thought of that. Okay, I'll call him and tell him nine in the morning. Turn you phone back on. You turned it off when you came in today and forgot to turn it back on."
I pulled my shirt out of my pants then put my Glock in the waist of my pants. Something bothered me about having to go downtown at that time of night.
The security guys were ready to go to work. I told them to make sure everyone was accounted for and all the buildings were locked, as I thought there might be factions trying to break in over the next few nights.
Over at the plant, Tiny was counting bundles of hundred dollar bills with Sue looking on, her mouth wide open. The security guy was setting on the floor with a stupid look on his face.
Tiny said, "Here's about half of what you asked for in cash. There is a large bundle of something you don't want to touch that is probably worth a lot of money, too. Want to just keep the cash and dump the bundle or do you want to call the cops."
I took my cell phone out and called Ben back. "Have you called the attorney yet?"
"Tried but he didn't answer, why?"
"Don't then. I'll meet you downtown at your office at seven. Don't go out until then, and don't let anyone in until I get there."
"Why?"
"Just do it my way, please. There's something that may happen that I need you to be in your office for. Remember don't let anyone in. Can you protect yourself?"
"Sure, if I need to. I have a gun in my safe and everything."
"Get it out of there and keep it handy, out of sight, but handy. I'll see you right at six-fifty."
I asked Sue if she still had the Captain's telephone number. She dug out his card and I called him. I told him to come to the plant in an unmarked car with at least two other deputies. When he wanted to know why, I told him it was to make him a Major, just get here.
I called the security company and told them to send two armed security men, in plainclothes, to Ben's building downtown, to have one by the elevators, and one down the hall from Ben's door to observe. They should get there as soon as possible. I would tell them when they could leave.
Sue wanted to know what was going on. I told her it was just a feeling, but I wanted her and Tiny to stay inside and wait for the sheriff's men. To show them the dope but make them sign for the money as we should be able to keep it. They needed to get the dope and all of them to get out of there, as someone was probably going to try to burglarize the place tonight or tomorrow night to open the safe we found.
I noticed the guy who opened the safe had rubber gloves. "Did any of you touch the safe while he was opening it?"
They all shook their heads no. "Don't touch it. The cops will want to get fingerprints off it for evidence. Please do not talk about this to anyone, please. There are thirty bundles of hundreds, and it looks like each bundle is about fifty-thousand."
Tiny shook his head confirming the amount.
"So, thirty bundles is a million and a half. This is going to be a nice cash flow bonus for the factory."
"I have to leave. Sue, you have your thing in your purse right?"
"Yes, but I want to go with you."
"I can't take that chance, babe. You can have a deputy accompany you and Tiny home, but who knows what's going to go on downtown."
Sue kissed me and said quietly to be careful. When she did she felt the Glock and smiled. "See you in a little while."
"I'm going to take the T-bird. No one knows I'm driving that." I left Sue the Mustang keys as I left.
The Captain was just getting there when I was leaving. I told him his answers were inside and that I had to leave right then. He wasn't happy but the two deputies and he went inside to be greeted by Sue, standing and watching me leave.
I went downtown and parked in the parking garage a block from the building. As soon as I had left the shop parking lot, a white Ford with black walls and a spotlight followed me all the way downtown. He didn't follow me into the garage but parked on the street where he thought the only exit was. I left the garage from the other side and walked to the building entrance on the block opposite the main entrance.
I saw the usual building security man at the front counter and the one I had hired by the elevator banks. I went into the stairwell and let the door close softly watching to see if either of them heard me.
I went to the third floor then took the elevator to the floor below Ben's. There I took the stairs to his floor then looked through the glass to see if I could see my hired security man. I couldn't so he was doing what was asked of him. I walked to the end of the hall where the windows were, and used my cell phone to call Ben's private number. When he answered, I said that I would be at his door in two minutes to open with his house number.
"Got it, two minutes, with the house number."
I found the security man and told him to be watchful but not to do anything unless it was obvious we were in danger.
Up at the door I knocked four times paused then knocked twice. The house number is 42 Bayshore Drive. The door opened and I went in, shutting and locking the door behind me. I took Ben over by the receptionist's window and told him that this may be the only safe place to talk. I explained that when we got the money and knew for sure that it was certified funds, we would deposit it in the company's account downstairs in the bank drop box. He wanted to know how we could confirm the check was good.
"We can call a number that will be on the check and give them the number and they will confirm whether the check is good or not. We'll do that in front of them before we give them a receipt."
"Jesus, how do you know all this stuff?"
"I've been a single guy traveling around too long. I had to have certified funds all the time in places that I worked."
"Do you really think something could go wrong with this?"
"People will do a lot more, for a lot less than three million bucks. You bet I do."
There was a knock on the door. I told Ben that I would stay out of sight until whoever was at the door was inside, but for him to shut and lock the door as soon as whoever was out there was inside. If everything was okay, I would come out, otherwise I would protect him.
I stood behind a large bookcase hidden from the doorway. I could see directly to the door so I would see who was there as soon as the door opened. I pulled the Glock and chambered a round quietly.
Ben opened the door to the attorney who had been the spokesman before. He was accompanied by another guy that didn't look as nervous as the attorney was, but had an unbuttoned sport coat on. I watched both of them closely.
"Is Steve Sharp here yet?" The attorney asked.
"Not yet," Ben answered. "You and I can handle this transaction as I have his power of attorney."
"We'll wait for him."
"Why not give me the check so I can verify funds?"
"How are you going to do that?" The attorney asked.
"I'll call the issuing bank and confirm good or no good, let me see it."
"We'll wait."
Ben became insistent, "No money, no deal."
The guy with the attorney snapped at Ben, "He said we'll wait."
When he spoke his hand went toward his jacket but stopped before it went beneath the lapel. That's all I needed to know.
Ben waved for them to sit in the chairs facing the receptionist desk while he went behind the desk. They turned to watch him putting their backs to me.
In two steps I was behind the guy with the attorney with the Glock against the back of his neck. "Hold very still. Don't move your hands. Be very careful."
He began to turn with some strength, so I pushed him forward onto the receptionist's desk. This kept him facing away from me and prevented his hand from reaching into his jacket. I grabbed the attorney and put him between the guy and me and pointed my gun at him yelling, "Don't do it, don't try it."
As he pushed himself up from the desk, his hand went under his jacket. When his hand began coming from his coat with a handle in it, I shot him in the chest. He spun around, but didn't let go of the gun that was now appearing from his coat. I realized the guy had armor on so I aimed at his head and shot. The round went through his head and embedded itself in the wall behind the desk. Ben was smart, he was on the floor.
The guy was down, probably already dead. The attorney was petrified. I could smell that he had relieved himself in his pants.
I heard someone trying to breakdown the door, so I turned the attorney to the door to shield me, just in time for the security guy to kick in the door. He was in a low stance with his gun out. I told him to drop his piece and to lie on the floor until the cops got there. My thinking was that if he were a bad guy, he would shoot. If he were a good guy, he would recognize me and do as I asked.
He laid his piece on the floor and laid down face first, with his arms out away from the gun. I told Ben to call 911 and tell them to send some help and a coroner.
The attorney was in shock. I laid him down on the floor on his back after quickly frisking him to make sure he didn't have any weapons. It took five minutes, but three real Tampa police officers came in the door with their guns out.
I laid my piece on the floor, held my hands up, and identified those that were in the room. The bad guy died with his gun still in his hand, which helped. The security guy told them what had transpired and that confirmed what I had said. Ben told them the same story.
The attorney said he was there to give me a check for his client and that the man with him was supposed to be his guard because of the amount of money.
I asked him to show me the check. We had Ben call to verify funds. Son of a gun, the check was good. The attorney whipped out a piece of paper that Ben read then told me to sign it. I did and Ben took the check and made out a deposit slip. He asked a police officer to accompany him downstairs so he could deposit the check as it was for a large amount. They left as a detective came in.
When he looked at the dead guy he said, "Jesus, this is Sonny Bonito. We've been looking for this guy for five years. How'd you get the drop on him?"
The attorney was now sitting in a chair with a dark stain on his pants looking pretty worried. "He said his name was Sam Evans. My client sent him along to protect me."
"The only reason this guy goes anywhere out in public is to cap someone. If it wasn't you then it must be you. Who are you?"
"Steve Sharp."
The lawyer looked even more worried, "That's why he wouldn't let me give your attorney the check."
"So you're the infamous Steve Sharp that Gene keeps raving about. You own S&S?"
"That's me."
"You're pretty handy with a gun. You seem to mix it up on a regular basis." The detective turned to the uniformed officers and said, this is the guy that caught the renegade deputy the other night."
The detective used a cell phone to call in for a supervisor and asked them to come without radio so they wouldn't be inundated with news people. He turned to me and said, "It may be too late as the uniform called the morgue on the radio."
"Thanks for thinking of me. If the news folks show up, I'm going to step into the other room as I have no desire to be known for stuff like this."
"I'll try to keep your name out of it because our deceased friend here has a lot of unsavory family. They may not understand. Now you, Mr. Attorney, I want you to tell me more about your client and what this was all about."
"My client agreed to some terms that Steve Sharp demanded and arranged for me to have a cashier's check drawn on his foreign bank account. He said he was sending one of his security people to make sure that I was safe while carrying a negotiable instrument for the large amount of money. Mr. Evans met me at my office before we went to the American Express office to receive the overseas funds and to get the cashier's check."
"So why didn't your client come with you?"
"He's being held on an embezzlement charge."
"Ah ha, the plot thickens," the detective said with a smile in his voice. "So the money was for what reason."
"Mr. Sharp agreed to drop the charges if my client repaid what Mr. Sharp believed to be seventy-five percent of the money was missing from the company."
The detective looked at me and asked, "You have this guy dead on the charges?"
"Very," was all I needed to say.
"So your client agreed to pay back some money, but sent a shooter along to make sure you were safe. You didn't think something was fishy?"
"My client gave me some simple instructions and I followed them in the manner he stated. Here," he took out a small notebook, "I have my notes right here." He handed the notebook to the detective.
A crime scene group came in the door at that moment, with a guy that looked like my newspaper friend in the back. Before he could see me, I tapped the detective on the shoulder and went into Ben's conference room. The detective brought the attorney and Ben in with him, instructing the uniformed officers to keep everyone except his supervisor out of the offices.
"I'm going to send you over to the station so you can make a statement to an on duty court reporter and another detective. I want you to be specific, name names, name amounts, name charges, name dates and times. When you are done, I want you to remain in this city, this county, unless you ask me first. Do you understand?"
The attorney nodded in very tired manner.
The detective turned to Ben and asked if there was another exit door. Ben said there was a door in his office that was next to the stairway. The detective went out to get one of the uniforms to escort the attorney to the station.
I still had the Captain's card from when Sue gave it to me, so I used my cell phone to call him. I told him that I appreciated that he sent a car to follow me, but that I was being watched over by the city boys at the moment. He asked me if he could now make an arrest on the narcotics charge. I told him to be my guest. I asked him if he knew the detective. He did, so I handed the phone to the detective and told him to discuss the two cases for a few minutes.
While they were on the phone, I called the house and spoke to Sue to tell her everything was okay, then I told her to put Shawna on the phone.
"Get your piece and keep it on you while I'm not there. Anyone strange show up, be very careful as we may be dealing with people that are not very nice."
Shawna cleared her throat and said, "Amazing how we have an unmarked down the street watching us, and Double D and her new boyfriend decided to come by for a visit. I can see he's packing, so I knew there was something up. I'll go do what you said, but I'm probably not needed."
The detective handed me back my phone and said, "We're watching out for your lady at your house. You should be fine. We'll keep an eye on you for a bit if you don't mind."
"Good job, Captain. Thanks for watching out for us. Call your guy that was following me and either tell him to go home or to come on up to the Ben's office and have a cup of coffee."
Ben looked at me when I said that and immediately went to make some coffee. We might as well be comfortable while we waited.
The detective went out and brought in the security guy. I apologized for making him lay down but he said he understood as he could see the situation had gotten out of hand just before he broke in. The detective had a uniformed officer take a statement from the security guy then released him. I thanked him for his efforts and told him to let the guy downstairs go home as well.
"Apparently you felt there was something funny going on or you wouldn't have been carrying a gun and you wouldn't have called to have security here."
"As you now know, once I found the cash and bundle of whatever it is in a hidden safe, I knew that the guy was going to do whatever he could to get his money and drugs back. So far he's proven to be a pretty slick character. He was too insistent about me being here, and also about meeting at seven o'clock in deserted downtown Tampa. I'm slow, but not that slow. I made some backup plans and came to see what was happening."
"You sure stirred up the fire. I know this guy has family but he has not been in favor lately because he has been doing some strange hits for next to nothing. From what we found on him, he only had five hundred-dollar bills on him. If he were going to do a hit for that little, I'd almost think he was a druggie himself. We'll know when we do an autopsy."
"Perhaps I'll get lucky and his family will let him go without a fight. The sucker had on a vest. I hit him in the chest but all he did was stagger so I had to shoot him where he wasn't covered. The head was the first place I saw."
"Smart thinking. Good that you had the sense to do that. You an ex-cop or something?"
"Marine, ground ops in Desert Storm."
"I should have known, Semper Fi."
"Hoorah."
The coroner came in and said the crime scene was finished and all the evidence had been tagged. He suggested a company that he knew that would clean up the mess a close headshot made. Ben wrote down the name of the company then called his secretary to tell her not to come in to work in the morning.
The detective had a statement written up. He asked me to read it, and if I agreed with it, to sign it. While I was reading the statement, the detective left then came back in. He said there were enough news people out front that I might want to use the back exit to leave. I made him give me a receipt for my Glock, saying I did want it back.
Ben told the detective that an emergency carpenter was on his way to fix the door and when he got there to just leave.
Ben and I went out the rear door, down two stories, then took the elevator down to the second floor. We went down the stairs to see a bunch of TV people milling around the lobby. Their attention was focused on a gurney from the coroner's office, so we slipped out the rear door and left through the entrance that I had come in. We walked over to the parking garage together. Ben's car was on the first floor, so I told him he still owed me a drink and said goodnight.
I checked to see if the county unmarked car was still there and it was. I felt a little naked as I didn't have any protection, but I decided that the guy must be real so I put the top up and left. The white unmarked followed.
I called the Captain to ask him about the car. He confirmed that the guy had been told to escort me home, so for me to be calm and enjoy the ride.
Home never looked so good. Everyone was still there. Even Double D and her boyfriend were enjoying Coke for him and rum and Coke for her. The unmarked watching the house was still there, but Martin had the guy park next to his place so he would not stand out so much. The guy that had followed me home stopped and talked to the other unmarked then left.
Sue was very clingy with me, as they had been watching the news reports about something had happened at Ben's building. I told them all that it would all come out later but right now, I was thirsty and hungry.
I had a beer and said I was going to wash my hands before I ate. In the bedroom, I dug out my other 9-millimeter, loaded it without putting a round in the chamber and stuck it in my waist. Now I felt better whether I needed it or not.
After eating I told everyone to go home and relax. We had a big day with lots of excitement already and I didn't need any more tonight.
Tiny stayed a few minutes to tell me he got a receipt for the cash and the drugs. If there was a reward for turning in about five kilos of heroin he wanted to make sure we got it, considering all the trouble that we had gone through.
While we were talking, the Captain pulled up in his marked car. Once on the porch he said, "You know, if you didn't give me a good bust, I would be pissed that you were using me. We arrested that guy for heroin trafficking and the city has him for hiring a killer. When he heard his man was dead, he became really violent and then spilled his guts. You dropped your charges, but we have him on enough that he'll never see outside the bars again. He says they have been bringing in drugs for some South American drug people for the last five years, so he's made a few bucks. We'll confiscate his home and anything else we can find. He implicated his buddies in the drug stuff, so they will be prosecuted for that as well."
"The good news, your Mr. Bonito apparently turned to drugs in the last few years and was willing to do about anything to get more heroin. He was doing various other mob and family members at the request of your ex-president. I don't think the family will let your ex-prez live all that long in prison. We now have solved half a dozen hits during the last couple of years. He's requesting he be protected, but I'm sure someone will slip up and let him out into the general population, if he lasts that long.
"You and your wife should be safe.
"The bad news is that the sheriff says he wants you and your wife watched twenty-four hours a day for a couple of weeks. So if you stay around here, you two need to keep our guys in sight, okay?
"Thanks for calling me in on the drug bust. That will probably solidify a promotion. I won't have to come running all the time when you call. I'll send some poor Sergeant out to take care of your messes.
"Hey, I heard about the coming attraction, Sue, congratulations. Hope it's a girl that looks as good as her momma and not some long hair geeky boy like his old man."
I shook his hand and smiled, "Thanks Cap, the guy outside the parking garage kind of worried me until I called you, but thanks for watching out for us. Good luck on the promotion. Come out off duty and have supper with all of us."
Tiny said, "Glad you have friends in high places. I'm going home to my nice loving Ruth. See you."
Sue and I locked up, left lights on in the patio and at the front door, and went to bed. I was exhausted from all the adrenaline rushes.
We cuddled until we were calm then gently made love to each other until we were thoroughly exhausted.