Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Yep. Officer Leonard has moved everything into Room Three for you all.”
“Hi, Mrs. Marsha,” I say my hellos. She’s been working for the police department for as long as I can remember. All of us boys have had our fair share of run-ins before the age of eighteen, and she’s always been nice, even when we were being little dickwads.
“Hello, JW. Hello, Lawson. You boys staying out of trouble?”
“Hey, Mrs. Marsha. Yes, ma’am. My wife would kick my tail,” Lawson replies.
“And you, JW?” I don’t respond quickly enough.
“Yes, ma’am, pretty sure Maeve has no qualms about withholding my favorite dessert.” I lift my lips in a smirk. Since we’ve been together, there hasn’t been a day when cinnamon rolls aren’t at the ready. It doesn’t matter whose place we’re at; she keeps me stocked. On the days we're at my place, I’m up before Mae is, getting morning chores done, then coming back home and waking her up with an orgasm. Half the time, it’s with my tongue; the other, it’s with my cock sliding inside her. The soft moan of her voice calling me daddy whispering in my bedroom fucking does it for me every single time.
“That’s good. Glad you boys have strong women in your corner,” Marsha finishes off the conversation, and we continue our path down the hall after she buzzes us through. The hallway has doors on either side; some are offices and others have room numbers on them. The lights are the bright fluorescent type, a stark comparison to the dark wood doors.
“Alright, take a seat and get comfortable,” Fletch says, opening the door. Officer Leonard and the chief of police Aiden Rice is sitting at the round table. Aiden at the head, Leonard to his left, and Fletch heads for the right side. That leaves two chairs for Lawson and me. I’m re-thinking keeping Maeve out of the loop at this point. She should be here; I’ve kept her in the dark to protect her, but how the fuck can I keep her away if I don’t talk to her? Tonight, that’s going to change, especially once they tell us everything they’ve got on this Clayton dude.
“JW, Lawson,” Sergeant Rice acknowledges us, reminiscent of being in the principal’s office when I haven’t done a damn thing wrong. I nod my head at him and Leonard, ready to get this fucking show on the road. “I’m going to let Fletch take the floor. He’s done most of the legwork, and we’re here as support more than anything.”
As soon as Lawson and I take our seats, Fletcher starts the conversation. “Clayton Smith, also known as Clayton Deveraux, also known as Clayton Jansen, also known as Clayton Masters. I think you get the hint.” He takes a moment for us to digest the news he just announced as well as sliding a sheet of paper to both of us with his mugshot.
“This guy looks familiar,” I say to the group.
“He’s a realtor a few towns over. The man is a con-artist through and through. Clayton whatever his name is finds women on a dating app, meets them for dinner, wines and dines them. If things go well, he keeps at it. If they don't, he’s on his way to his next victim.” I keep thinking about this guy. He looks awfully like someone I’ve seen before.
“Pay attention,” Lawson mutters under his breath. My eyes go back to Fletcher’s.
“Here’s where it gets worse. These women are so snowballed with his good looks and his doting ways, he gets in there so deep he has them thinking he’s in love with him. Some he marries, others he doesn’t, leaving each and every one of them high and dry. A pile of debt in most cases or with absolutely nothing. The women he married then divorced are shit out of luck. Not so much as a police report can help with the places he chooses to find them. He also isolates them until family and friends aren’t around. It’s a form of abuse, but all mentally and emotionally. That shit makes it damn hard for evidence. The others filed a report, so we get ahold of him, it’ll be felony after felony building onto this case.” Fletch flattens his hand on the table. “The victims probably won’t see a dime. Every time the police departments get close to catching him, he disappears. Where Clayton is now, over in Northpeak, it’s the longest he’s been in a place. As soon as the judge signs the warrant, we’re rolling out.” He finishes telling us what’s going on and what he found.
“Motherfuckin’ fuck. I know where I saw this guy.” I stand up, reaching for my phone in my pocket, looking at the clock, and realizing the time. “I’ve gotta go. That piece of shit was out with Maeve. She’s at Whisked Away without a car, and I’m her only ride.” I start pacing back and forth, pissed at myself, pissed at the situation, and pissed at this motherfucking fuck, Clayton-alias-after-alias bag of fucking dicks.