The Body Hunters (14 page)

 
          "I'm not making any promises, but leave me your card and I'll think on it. I'm not trying to get tangled up with the Bureau again." She didn't like the fact that they sought her out. She was very happy with her work from home with the e-zine. "I must ask that you leave now, I have a deadline for an article I'm writing.
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          "Ah yes, The Body Hunters, isn't it?" Agent Stone once again had that smug look on his face showing he knew her more than she thought
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           "That's right Agent Stone. How clever of you to know!"She gave him a little glare before she got up and headed to the door. Agent Ramirez stood up quickly and stopped fidgeting nervously with his tie. He walked behind her like a lost puppy dog without really meaning to do so
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          Agent Stone stood up from the huge black couch and left a very deep indent in the sofa due to his massive muscle mass. Danny knew she would have to turn over the cushion before Gerard got home hoping it would give it time to go back to its normal shape
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           Aiden swaggered to the door where Danny now held it open, He reached into his front pocket and took out his wallet and placed his card between his index finger and middle finger. When he got to the door he stopped at the frame and looked back, holding up his hand with the card still between his fingers.

 
          "Please, if you will help, here is my card. We are staying at a motel just 2 miles from here. Call me at any time.
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          "Like I said, I'll think on it. Goodnight Agents." Danny closed the big oak door behind her. She went to the big picture window in the great room and pulled the white-colored curtains aside to watch the agents depart in the standard four-door bland bucar. She laughed to herself at the thought that such an big man as Agent Stone was forced to drive such a vehicle and not, as she presumed, a huge SUV
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          With her unwanted company gone, Danny walked back to her office and logged back into her computer. While proofreading the article, a sharp pain shot through her ring finger like lightning. Wincing, she stuck the finger in her mouth and cursed. A popup window abruptly appeared on her computer desktop behind her web browser. Figuring that her popup blocker somehow had become disabled, she rechecked her internet settings. Yet another screen intruded on her computer. Closing the web browser, Danny was horrified to see that the popups were actually autopsy reports featuring two female corpses. To no avail, she tried to close the windows. However, every time she clicked the mouse, another gruesome picture appeared before her eyes. Danielle stepped back from the computer as dozens of coroner photos filled her screen
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           Danny turned her back to see her office was filled with the spiritual representations of the victims now on her desktop. The ghostly women were silent, but Danny knew exactly what they wanted. They wanted justice. It looked like her plans not to get entangled with the FBI were not going to work after all.

 
          At precisely a quarter past ten, Dr. Gerard Wolfe's Bentley purred as he coaxed the performance car into the circular drive of his house. Whistling to himself, the doctor grabbed his leather briefcase and strolled into the house as if he hadn't a care in the world. Parked at the curb in front of an adjacent home, Ramirez and Stone observed silently
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          After being dismissed by Miss Labouleaux they had circled the block and returned
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          "Stone, is there a reason why we're watching Miss Labouleaux's house?" Ramirez hated being clueless, hated it more that his partner was not forthcoming with his plans making him feel like less of a partner and more like a paperweight
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          "No, I'm just curious." Aiden absentmindedly drummed his fingers against the steering wheel of the Ford Crown Victoria
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           He watched the light to what he presumed was the second floor bedroom of the Wolfe home flicker out. The doc was probably sliding between the sheets with his fiancée. The very thought of her touching him in that way bothered him like a splinter stuck under his fingernail. Ms. Labouleaux struck him as the savvy street smart type with her history as a police officer and with the Bureau. What she was doing with a metro sexual, pretty boy doctor escaped him. There was no way he figured the good doctor knew how to handle the needs of a woman like her. She was as smoking hot as molten lava. But some women were willing to sell their souls to the devil to live the high life. A twinge of something he identified as jealousy jabbed him between the ribs. There was no way he could possibly be attracted to Danielle Labouleaux.
No way in hell
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Chapter
9

 
            
 
     Aiden stood in front of the mirror preparing to remove the five o'clock shadow growing on his chiseled jaw line when he felt the delicate hands reaching around from his back. The small hands enveloped his chest, caressing his muscular pecs and giving the hard muscles a squeeze. The feminine frame the hands belonged to snuggled up to his backside. Danny's breasts pressed softly against his back as she hugged him. Her nimble fingers fell on the towel wrapped around his waist. In one deft move, Danny dropped the towel exposing him in all his manly glory. He turned around and slowly unbuttoned his cotton shirt which she was wearing and unhooked her bra, releasing the perfectly round wonders from captivity. His kisses seemed to go on forever as her soft lips pressed against his. He growled softly when she playfully nipped at his lower lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

 
            He was definitely enjoying her undivided attention, and his manhood couldn't complain. Danny's agile hands took the scenic route down his chest to his abdomen feeling each defined muscle on the route until she reached his member which also now had her full attention. He was losing control, her sweet touch alone enough to set him off. But he desperately wanted the seconds to last and to savor her pleasures like a delicate morsel. His fingers suddenly full of lead, he fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans, racing to slide the denim and her lace panties off her. She was his willing accomplice, kicking them free of her legs. The only thing between them now was a soft sheen of sweat, the sensual current between the two of them electrifying their senses
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           Her breasts were now his favorite new playthings, his roughened fingers alternating between them toying with her nipples before he gently kissed them. With his arm around her waist, Danny suddenly felt the floor leave her feet as her island Adonis carried her to her bed and lay her down. He slid atop her as if sliding into silk sheets till they were chest to breasts and thigh to thigh. Anticipating his next move, Aiden arched his muscled back while his hand found the pleasure spot between her legs he was looking for. Tenderly, he slid his now rock hard member into her. She gasped softly, arched her back off the mattress and spread her long sinuous legs to welcome him.

 
           The fullness inside of her excited her as she lifted her body over and over to meet his hard thrusts. Her crimson nails softly scored his back, the red welts branding him hers and hers alone. She recited his name over and over again in his ear, her sultry southern voice threatening to push him over the edge. Their rhythmic motions caused them to reach a fevered pitch before she exploded in ecstasy. Her thighs that quivered in their death grip around his waist now loosened. Feeling the familiar tingle in his spine, he gave one final push that sent him freefalling into his own delicious agony. Happily exhausted and sated, he slid off her body. Pushing her hair aside, he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, delicately biting the sensitive skin, leaving his own tattoos on her body. Relaxed and drained, the lovers didn't even bother with the covers, preferring to let their naked skin air dry. Minutes later, the couple fell into a deep, contented slumber
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           The motel alarm clock screamed as the sun squinted through the motel window. Aiden turned to see his lover fast asleep but was dismayed to see she was not there. He cursed a nasty four-syllable expletive, realizing she was never there. The second pillow had never been disturbed, but as he lifted his blanket and looked, something else certainly was. Horny and irritable, he cursed himself for having such a vivid dream.

 
           Moments later, he stood under the harsh lukewarm spray of his motel room's shower. He growled in frustration, pounding his fist against the pea-green tile wall. In his dreams she had those small hands of hers all over him, whispering his name over and over in his ear. Those golden brown eyes of hers had been locked on him, her lips on his mouth. It had seemed so real! Feeling the heat all over again, heturned the water to an ice cold deluge. He was a combat-hardened ex-marine. There was no way he was going to let some slip of a girl get the best of him, especially an iron-willed woman who had another man's ring on her finger
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           Before he could even step out of the shower Alejandro started knocking on Aiden's motel room door like the devil himself was chasing him. Using some of the colorful curses he'd learned while in the marines, Aiden grabbed a threadbare towel and shoved open the bathroom door. He was going to have to teach the rookie about making a nuisance of himself this early in the morning.

 
He swung open the door. "Ramirez, what the f--
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          "We've got a problem." Danny, the object of his erotic dream brushed right past him and entered into his motel room
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           Stone openly ogled her like a prisoner who hadn't seen a woman in years. Her caramel skin was flawless, with not a hint of makeup save for a light-colored gloss across her full lips. Her ebony mane was pulled back into an unruly ponytail. The white cotton shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of fullness that lie underneath. Her denim shorts were rolled up just above her knees, showing off sexy brown legs that would probably feel like heaven wrapped around him. Desire slammed into him like a freight train
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          Oblivious to the havoc she was wreaking on him, Danny opened the black messenger bag slung across her shoulder and started pulling out files, piling them on his unmade bed
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          "Something crazy is going on. After your visit last night, my computer went haywire. Even when I was at the Bureau, I never had anything like this happen.
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           He listened intently as she excitedly explained the dozens of horrific popup photos on her screen and the ghostly visitors.

 
          "I've been up for half the night doing research on these cold cases. This psycho has been killing women for at least the past seven years. I've found a trail of unidentified female bodies that fit the profile all over the country.
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Arms folded across his broad chest, Aiden just stood there in his towel silently observing her
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           "Did you hear me Agent Stone? I said we have a problem." She repeated, not liking the fact that he was ignoring her.

 
           "I'm hearing you loud and clear, lady." His deep voice rumbled like he had just gargled with a handful of gravel. "But as you can see, I'm standing here in this flimsy ass towel. If you like what you're seeing, thenplease by all means let me know. Otherwise I need to put some clothes on, because I'm going to embarrass you and me.
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           Danny's jaw dangled open, for the first time noticing the shirtless FBI Agent in the shabby hotel towel. Droplets of water dripped off his body like miniature diamonds. Her eyes hit his muscled biceps, powerful chest, and rippling abdominals, before roving even lower to what was nothing more than a loin cloth that left little to the imagination. Suddenly the temperature in the air conditioned room was stifling and she was having a little trouble with what she wanted to say. A little flustered, she ran her palm over her face. "Um.Yes, of course. By all means, put some clothes on.
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          "Be back in a jiff." A lopsided smile tilted the right corner of Stone's mouth. It was good to note that he had the same effect on her that she had on him. Hopefully, she was enjoying the view of his backside as much as she liked the front
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          Aiden returned a few minutes later in his jeans, a black polo shirt draped over his bare shoulder. "So, your fiancé gave you permission to help with our case." He said evilly
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           She looked like he had just slapped her. "Permission?I don't need Gerard's permission to do anything. You know what? You're obviously so smart you don't need my help. I'm outta here.
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           She turned to leave, her hand on the doorknob. Realizing it wasn't right for him to take jabs at her when he had asked her for help; Stone crossed the room in three long strides and gently grabbed her wrist.