Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 5 – Connecting The Dots

“Captain,” I said to Cindy, “would you take Mrs. Sanderson into the living room while Detective Washington and I examine this room more closely? And send in some Crime Lab peeps. I want this room expedited.”

“Without a doubt, sir.” Cindy said. She asked Cassie to go with her. Cassie had an inquisitive look on her face, but went along.

Cindy knew not to mention that Emma had been found dead two days before. Police everywhere try to not divulge things like that without first asking the family, friends, etc., some questions to see what the answers will be. This was a crucially important time.

“Recognize her, Theo?” I asked, once we were alone. Theo looked at the picture, and understood, his own eyes widening as Cindy’s had.

“Don’t say anything to Cassie nor to Sean that Emma is dead.” I said. “We’ll spring that on them later.”

“Uh, yes sir.” Theo said as I began looking around the room. On the desk I found an 8″ x 11″ photograph that had been printed on photographic paper from a now-missing computer printer. The quality was excellent, and one would think it’d been developed from a negative, but I knew the secret tell-tale signs that gave away it being digital.

The photo showed Emma on her knees on the floor of Cassie’s greatroom. She was wearing the filmy green dress that she’d been found dead in. The dress barely covered her breasts in the photo, and her nipples were hard and pretty much visible beneath the thin fabric. Emma’s hands were on her thighs, and her legs were bare. She also was not wearing any shoes. It was an erotic but not hardcore photograph. I wondered if it were part of a set.

I also noticed something else: Emma was wearing heavy makeup, and it was to cover up the bruising on her face. The skin of her upper shoulders and neck also looked strangely and unevenly colored, and I realize that was makeup to cover bruising, also.

As I looked harder at the photo, I noticed the clock behind Emma on the thin table; the time on the clock was 8:00, almost straight up-and-down on the hour. The plasma TV was just above the clock; it was not turned on.

“Theo,” I said as I photographed the photograph (Department of Redundancy Department, there) with my Police iPhone, “see if you can find any other photos that this one might be part of a set with. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I stepped into the hallway then out the door at the end to the garage for privacy. I made a phone call, which took a few minutes to complete. Then I went back inside and down the hall to the greatroom, seeing Cindy and Cassie sitting on the sofa. Cindy was having Cassie recount her movements of the entire time from Sunday to the present, saying it might give the Police a clue to her being observed by the burglars. Cassie was being cooperative.

I did kahramanmaraş escort not join them, but went instead to the backyard and saw Sean with my officers. Sean was tall, slender, fit and athletic, and his hair was blonde, not yellow or honey blonde but an ash, almost grayish-white blonde. He definitely looked the stud that Ryan had described a few nights before, and I could just tell: Sean was getting a lot of pussy.

“Hello Commander,” said Rudistan in his jovial voice. “I was just talking with young Sean, here, about the burglary.”

“Hi Sean.” I said.

“Wow, the Iron Crowbar himself!” said Sean. “My friend Ryan told me he knows you.”

“Yes, yes he does.” I said. “He told me about you, too. So, what can you tell me about this mess?”

“Like I told the officers,” Sean said, “my mom and I got home this morning and found the house broken into. The back door was open, and you can see where it was kicked in.” Indeed, I had seen the damage to the door around the lock, and the barely-noticeable imprint of a heavy boot that had kicked it in. I’d also seen traces of that boot and others… and where others had walked over them.

I sat down on a lawn chair next to Sean and had him recount visiting Marlena and Ryan the night before. Then I asked what he’d been doing the night before last, that being Monday night.

“Uh, I was hanging out with Ryan and a couple of girls from the School.” Sean said.

“University students?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Sean said. “Ryan and I took them out to dinner, then we went dancing and hung out, then back to one of the girls’ dorm room.”

“And had sex with them?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.” said Sean. “I gotta admit, Ryan has hooked me up with some extremely hot women.”

“I’ll be discreet,” I said, “but I will need their names and that dorm room number.” Sean readily gave me the information.

“What about Sunday night?” I asked.

“Uh, Mom and I were at Marlena’s Sunday night, too.” said Sean. “We had dinner with Marlena and Ryan.”

“Did you spend the night?” I asked.

“No.” said Sean. “We got home about midnight.”

“What time did you get to Marlena’s on Sunday.”

“About eight o’clock.” said Sean. “We all went to the Sunday evening church service at First Baptist at 7:00, then went straight to Marlena’s house when it was over.”

“So that woman whose photo is on the wall in your mom’s office…” I said, “who is that?”

“Oh, that’s Emma.” Sean said. “She lives across the street. She’s Mom’s friend.”

“Tell me more about her.” I said. “Friendly? Outgoing? Shy?”

“Oh, she’s a great lady.” Sean said, his eyes brightening considerably. “She models for photographs for my mom. Her husband is in Alaska, so Mom takes photos of Emma so that she can send them to her husband.”

I asked Sean to tell me more, and this was his story, which I condense here: Emma would take photos that were increasingly sexy and provocative, sometimes becoming partially or fully nude. These photos were sent as sets to Emma’s husband. Emma also wanted pictures of herself on ‘dates’ with Sean, going to restaurants that were favorites of Emma and her husband, a few photos of them on a picnic, all taken by Sean’s mom Cassie. Sean said that Emma would then pose alone more sexually while Cassie took the shots.

“Okay, thanks Sean.” I said. “I’m going to have to ask you to come to the Police kastamonu escort Station and make a more complete statement. Sergeant Rudistan, will you drive Sean down to Headquarters? And don’t walk through the house. Just go around the outside…”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Re-entering the house, Crime Lab Technician Christina Cho came up to me.

“Here are two more photos we found.” she said. I looked at them. One showed Emma partially nude on a bed in a room with lavender walls.

“Must be Emma’s house.” I said. “We’ll find out in just a little bit, when we go over there.” Then I looked at the second pic. It showed Sean and Emma posing together, her in a sundress and him in a very tight-fitting t-shirt, both smiling at the camera, arms around each other’s waists.

“Bag these as evidence.” I said. “And Christina, a warrant is on the way to seize Cassie’s laptop computer and digital cameras, which are in her car. Bag ’em as soon as that warrant gets here, and get ’em to Myron Milton ASAP.”

“Yes sir.” Christina said. Cindy then came up to me.

“Either she’s a great actress, or she doesn’t know about Emma.” Cindy whispered.

“Okay.” I said. “We’re taking her to the Station.” I then led Cindy back to where Cassie was.

“Mrs. Sanderson,” I said, “I’m gathering that there is no Mr. Sanderson in the house, other than Sean?”

“That’s right, Commander.” said Cassie. “As I was telling your Captain, my husband left us several years ago.”

“I see. Were you and Emma Washburn friends at that time?” I asked.

“No, my husband never met Emma nor her husband.” said Cassie. “Commander, I’m wondering why all the questions about Emma. You don’t think she had anything to do with breaking into my house, do you?”

“No ma’am, I do not.” I said. “At least not directly.” I showed Cassie the photo of Emma on her knees, which was in a clear plastic evidence bag. “Ma’am did you take this photo of Emma?” I asked.

Cassie looked at it. “No, I didn’t. I copied that off Emma’s Facebook account. It’s only visible to friends.” She got out her cellphone, which was not locked, opened the Facebook app, and after finding the photo she showed it to me. It had been uploaded to Facebook Sunday night.

As I looked at it, Cassie said “I can see it was taken here in this room, but I didn’t take it. I printed it off because I wanted to ask her who had taken it. We weren’t at home at the time.”

“Oh?” I asked. “Where were you?”

“My son and I were at church, then we went to Marlena and Ryan’s.”

“That was Sunday night, not last night.”

“Yes sir.” said Cassie. “We visited them both nights. Sunday we came home about 11:30pm, maybe a bit later. Last night we stayed over.”

“Okay,” I said, putting the cellphone into an evidence bag. “I’m going to have to keep this, and I am going to have to ask you to come to Police Headquarters and give a formal statement.”

“Uh, sure, but why?” asked Cassie, looking at me a bit skeptically. “What difference does it make between here and there?”

“Because we have videotaping equipment there.” I said. “If you will please go with my officers here.” Officer Lydia Green and Detective Joanne Cummings were ready to go.

“What? What’s going on?” Cassie said, peering hard at me. I was looking right back at her.

“I’ll explain everything at Headquarters.” I said. Cassie did not look kayseri escort happy, but went with the female officers.

“What’s next?” Cindy asked.

“I’m waiting for the warrants to get here, then we’ll go to Emma’s house.” I said. “So, what did Cassie say? Particularly about Sunday?”

“She said Sean and Emma posed for some pictures, then Sean left and she and Emma took a few more pictures.” Cindy said. “This is unprofessional and just a guess, but I wonder if some muffdiving happened while they were alone. Watching Cassie, I think she was smitten with Emma.”

“That could be.” I said. “What about Monday and Tuesday?”

“Said she spent most of her time here, working on wedding photography sets.” Cindy replied. “Had a couple of appointments, which she met….”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

With four uniformed officers, Detective Theo Washington, and of course Captain Ross in tow, I went with warrant in hand across the street to Emma Washburn’s house. My knock on the front door was answered by a medium sized man in a wife-beater t-shirt and short pants, a three-day-old beard, and bleary eyes. He’d be handsome if he were cleaned up, I noted.

“Yeah?” he asked gruffly.

“Mr. Christopher Washburn?” I asked.

“Who wants to know?” the man asked. I could smell whiskey on his breath and he was unsteady on his feet.

“I’m Commander Donald Troy of the Town we got Lt. Hanson of the Campus Police to go with us, and we pulled Ryan out of class. His mother was at work and we talked to her there.”

“Okay, good.” I said. “Okay, so the times mostly fit. You regularly attend First Baptist, Cummings… did you see any of these people there?”

“Seth and I weren’t there Sunday night, sir.” said Joanne. “We went Sunday morning, so we had dinner with Sheriff Allgood and Melina Sunday night.”

“Ahhh.” I said. “Okay, it’s time for you to help me interview these people. Remember that none of them have been told of Emma’s death, so they shouldn’t know. So don’t mention that and we’ll see if something slips out.”

I called Cindy and Tanya and told them to meet us in the anteroom to the three Interrogation rooms, and that I wanted them and Theo to watch and listen in.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“This is Detective Cummings.” I said to Cassie as we came into Interrogation Room A. “As you know, I am Commander Troy. We need to go over everything and get a formal statement from you.”

“Okay, but I don’t have anything new that I haven’t already told you.” said Cassie.

“One never knows.” I said. “Detective Cummings?”

“Ma’am,” said Joanne, “just to clarify: you and your son visited Marlena and Ryan on Sunday night and came home around 11:30 to midnight? And last night, Tuesday night, where you stayed the entire night and only came home this morning?”

“That is correct.” said Cassie. She was getting impatient, I could tell.

“And on Sunday you went to the Sunday evening church service. What time did you get there?”

“Just before it started, within a few minutes of 7:00pm.” Cassie said. Right on cue, Joanne looked at me.

“Mrs. Sanderson,” I said, wanting to change the subject and introduce ‘shock’ value, “I want you think about this for a second: when you got home this morning, can you think of any valuable items that were not stolen from your home?”

“Uh, not stolen?” Cassie said, thinking about it. “Let’s see… that mantle clock was pretty expensive and valuable, but it was still there. None of the silverware or silver plate was taken. And they took every camera, but there were several special lens attachments that were left behind; those in themselves are very expensive and valuable.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32