Detecting Lust: An Erotic Detective Novel (Sin Book 1) (2 page)

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M
s. Jewels
, let me say first of all, I can’t even imagine how or what you’re feeling right now; nor am I even going to pretend too.” Seth spoke softly, with a bit of bass in his voice.

“Is there someone else you would like to be here with you while you assist me in catching this scum bag?  Do you have a friend, sister, boyfriend…someone you trust for support, while you answer some questions for me?”

“No one I can think of at the moment.”  She nervously responded.  “I would really like to just get started and get this over with.”

“There are some things we need to talk about for sure, but I'd like to bring in another officer to sit here with you.  Seeing as how I’m a male…” Seth motioned to the desk sergeant who was always gazing over at his office to get a peek at his butt. 
Always knew these glass walls would come in handy, but damn there’s never any privacy when I need to readjust myself.

“Ms. Jewels, I would like you to call me Seth… Detective Lane just seems so impersonal.”

The desk sergeant, jumping on the opportunity to spend two seconds with Seth, damn near sprinted to his office door.

“And…” Seth motioned for her to come in, “this is Sergeant…”

“Just call me Ashley,” she said, reaching out to shake Jen’s hand.

“You guys don’t have to continue to call me Ms. Jewels.  Just call me Jen.”

“Ok, Jen,” Seth said, trying to infuse his voice with a soothing tone, “Since you’ve expressed how eager you are in getting started, let me start off by sharing with you how I operate.  Also, I want you to know… I will catch this guy. I promise you that.” Seth tried his best not to grind his teeth at the end. He managed to regroup and reign in his anger before looking back at Jen.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” He decided to start with the easy questions first. Sort of as a way to ease his way into conversation and hopefully build a camaraderie with Jen. Ashley sat down next to Jen and Seth sat behind his desk, then pulled out a note pad.

“What would you like to know?” Jen tentatively asked, a little dumbfounded by his question.

“Well the more I know about you, the more it will help me understand what happened.  I work a bit differently than most detectives. I'm whatcha can call, a McDonalds detective. While other detectives are still firing up their grills, my customers are already out the door, or in this case in handcuffs. I’m not really interested in the politically correct ways of doing things… I feel they waste time.   And time isn’t something we have. Especially because getting this guy off the streets will help you move on with your life.”

“I get it.” Jen said softly. She saw just how much Seth cared and truly wanted to catch this guy. She wasn’t interested in having this process drawn out any longer anyway, so she felt lucky that they put Seth on her case.

“Well, I’m a student at the Mountain University studying law.  I’m a 2L.”  Jen started speaking confidently like she was at a job interview. 

Seth’s tone and open tact helped Jen open up.

“2L… meaning you’re in your second year law school?  This is great, so you actually understand the law and how the criminal justice system works.” Seth said with excitement. 

“So… Jen…what kinds of things have you done in the past month or so that stand out in your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm… well you see most victims such as yourself.” Seth paused for a moment, not wanting to offend her. “This is usually a premeditated crime. More often than none the victims know or have had some kind of contact with their assailant. Where do you think you may have met or I should say encountered Senōr Douche Bag before the attack?”

Jen chuckled and then coughed like she wasn’t supposed to laugh at the situation she’s in, but Seth made the atmosphere seem just so comfortable.  Jen really felt safe and was now willing to open up and talk about what happened despite the scars left by her traumatic experience.

The way that Seth presented himself to Jen made her feel like she was part of the team and not a victim. After that, the conversation really took off. Jen explained more about herself and Seth listened, jotting down the occasional notes.

“You know what? I could really use a cup of coffee right about now,” Jen said with a bit more confidence in her voice.

“Absolutely, that is a fantastic idea. Would you care for a cup of good ol’ fashion police station tar that they call coffee, or would you like to go somewhere else? We can go to that new coffee house down the street and chat there if you’d like?” Seth responded. Frankly, he was dying for a cup of coffee himself.

“It is kind of cramped in here… it would be kind of nice to get out in the fresh air.” Jen replied.

“Great… Ashley why don’t you and Jen head on outside, I’m going to tell Detective Moore to find someone to cover the front desk for you.”

T
he trio sipped
on their coffees and huddled around one of those small coffee house tables outside, and Jen really began to open up and talk. She explained that her studying took up most of her time and she didn’t really go out as much as she would like to with her peers, but she was fine with that.

Seth jotted down any bit of information that might be helpful later on. The notepad starting to run out of space, and he was relieved to know that he had brought a back up notepad and the case file.

“Jen, do you think you’re about ready to start talking about the incident that happened last night?”

Jen gave a long sigh, “Sure,” she said while staring into her coffee. Seth really didn’t want to press her too hard, but he needed this information directly from her even though she had probably already told a few officers and the hospital staff.

“Let me ask you, do you think you may have met this guy before?”

“I’m not really sure… but there was something somewhat familiar. I mean, I know I’ve met him somewhere, I just don’t know where.” Jen shifted her eyes from her coffee to the sidewalk.

“Are you on any internet dating sites?”

“Oh no…I hardly have time to fill out the questionnaires let alone actually go out on a date.” Jen replied like I just asked her how much porn she watched. “The only time I’ve ever met anyone on from the internet is when I sold something on GregsList.com” Jen stated.

“Hmm…what did you sell?” Seth asked trying to lighten the mood seeing that Jen was becoming more embarrassed about internet dating sites than she was talking about her attack.

“I think… oh, it was one of those exercise table thingies…you know the one that flips you upside down.”

“You mean an inversion table?” Seth was always curious about one of those.
Man, the things Zee and I could do with one of those.

“Yeah yeah, an inversion table.” Jen said.

“So Jen, if you had to guess, where would be a good place for me to start looking for this guy?” Seth tried getting back to business.

“Hmm…maybe the gym on campus. I sometimes go there to use the pool and swim a couple laps after classes.”

“Anyone there stick out in your mind?” Seth glanced down tilting his neck a bit to try to make eye contact with Jen.

“Well…hmm…maybe the desk guys where I check in, or the towel guy. After I sign in and take a towel from the counter, I can sometimes hear them whispering as a walk away.”

Seth raised his eyebrows, “what do they say?”

“Oh, I don’t know what they actually say, but I can tell they’re talking about me,” Jen said.

“Is there anyone else? Maybe a classmate, or even still, a professor?” Seth asked.

“Oh no, not a professor…” Jen let out a small little chuckle. “All of my professors are really old and kind of on the fat side or they’re women… I would definitely know if it was one of them.” Jen shook her head.

“As far as a classmate…I don’t think so. The only one that kind of fits the description…well he’s actually getting better grades than me, so I know he doesn’t even have time to plan something like this let alone actually carry it out. Plus, I think he’s married. And I think he was in the Marine Corps.” Jen added that last thing like she was trying to vouch for him.

A fellow devil dog, huh. “
Oh yeah, a Marine huh…what’s his name if you don’t mind. I too was in the Marine Corps.” Seth said.

“Shawn with an ‘H’ I think… It might be the S-E-A-N.” Jen answered.

“Do you know his last name?” Seth asked.

“No, actually I don’t know, he sits in the back and doesn’t talk too much… but I tell you, when he does talk and he answers the professor’s questions… well lets just say he’s been the only student I’ve seen to answer a question and then get the professor to shut up.” Jen said proudly.

“Jen, you said that no one else would fit the description of this guy. Did you get a good look at him? Any scars, scratches, moles, or birthmarks that stood out to you?” Seth asked as he readjusted his pen on the note pad.

“Oh boy… ok… I knew this was coming.” Jen said as if she had rehearsed this in her head.

“Typical white guy, no scars or scratches. I actually tried to scratch the hell out of him but every time I had enough balance to reach back all I got were jeans. All I really saw of him was hands and forearms. But based on what happened and how it happened, I think he’s roughly 5’9” – 6’ tall and as far as weight… I have not a clue.”

“So you could see his hands. Meaning he wasn’t wearing any gloves?”

“Correct.” Jen confirmed.

“Ok ok… what else can you tell me about him?” Seth asked.
Fingerprints. I have to get fingerprints if this fucker wasn’t wearing gloves.

“Hmm… not much. It all happened so fast.” Jen said with the demeanor as if she was letting Seth down.

“Not a problem Jen… you’re doing awesome, girl.” Seth said, actually making eye contact with her.

“This is where its really going to get hard, and if you want to take a break, I fully understand.” Seth lowered his voice in an attempt to emphasize his sincerity.

“Can you tell me what happened…what went down last night? How did it happen?” Seth said just above a whisper but loud enough for her to hear.

Jen looked down at her coffee again and tried to swallow what must have felt like a bowling ball. “Well, I was doing laundry, and I just finished loading the dryer and before I could hit the button to turn it on, the laundry room door flew open and there was this guy pinning me against the dryer.” Jen closed her eyes.

“He bent me over the dryer, and at some point I must have pushed the button to start it. I tried to yell but the sound of jean buttons and hoodie zippers in the dryer muffled me yelling.” Jen shook her head back and forth.

In Seth’s peripheral he could see Ashley’s eyes starting to tear up as she covered her mouth with her fingers.

“Jen darlin’…if you need to slow down…” Seth said softly, “I know this is hard, but trust me, this…this is all this is going to help me.”

Jen continued to stare at the sidewalk but she determinedly kept talking. “He held my head down over the dryer by the back of my neck.” Jen’s breathing became faster.

As Jen continued to tell what horrifying things this scumbag did, Seth became more and more enraged. No matter how many times he heard a victim tell his or her story, he couldn’t stop the anger that bubbled up inside of him. Jen told her story, and his second notepad started to fill up fast. Coming near the end of Jen’s nightmare Seth started to think that arresting this guy was not going to be good enough. Seth really wanted to have the fire department on standby when he caught him so that Seth could give him an enema with the fire hose. Surprisingly, Jen did extremely well with details of the attack that took place.

Enough was enough, it was time to find the douchebag of the year and fuck his world up.

“Jen, let me tell you…you did outstanding.” Seth said, “There’s just a few more things I need. Did you, when you went to the hospital, did you get a rape kit done last night?”

“I did. The officers that came to talk to me at first suggested I go to the hospital and get that done.” Jen replied.

“Great… also you told me this took place in your laundry room?” Seth mentioned kind of confused.

“Is this laundry room inside your apartment, or is it inside the building of your apartment?” Seth tried to clarify.

Jen explained, “The laundry room is actually in the basement of my apartment building. Normally you would need a key to even get into the building but the front door has been broken for months. The building is an old Victorian house that’s been converted into six different apartments.”

“Ok cool, Jen, just to cover my butt… I’m going to need you to sign a form that allows me access to your apartment and the building, along with the laundry room. Is that ok with you?” Seth said.

“Oh, of course.” Jen said.

“Great. I’m going to have Ashley take you back to the station and have you fill out that paperwork.” Seth explained, “I’m going to head on over to your building and look around, if you don’t mind?”

“Ok.”

“I’ll catch up to you later, ok?” Seth said as he reached out to shake Jen’s hand. He was going to find this guy. Seth didn’t like making promises to victims, but he was willing to do it here if it meant making Jen feel even slightly comforted. He pinned his eyes to hers. “I’ll get this fucker. I promise.”