Page 74 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Sixty-Four

Mal

I should be used to middle of the night calls, but it still pissed me off. My little owl didn’t moan or budge as I extracted my arms from around her.

“Are you dead or dying?” I grumbled into the phone, accidentally pulling the charging cord from the wall.

“Kaylee Collins’ body was just discovered.”

I sat upright in shock. “What?” I asked Dr. Robinson.

“Carr just called me in. Coroner down there is going to do the initial assessment before Collins’ remains get shipped up to me.”

After nearly two weeks, my suspension was common knowledge.

Robinson had called me the week before to tell me when Jerome Roberts’ body had been discovered too.

By my calculations, there were now three left: Roman Fitzwilliam, Rachel Steiner, and Emmet Renfrew.

Based on the amount of time that Fitzwilliam had been missing, though, I had a feeling the man was long dead and we just hadn’t discovered his body yet.

Or rather, they had not discovered his body yet. I was no longer a part of the team.

A small sigh at my hip reminded me that I no longer slept alone in my bed. I quickly got to my feet, hurrying naked from my bedroom. My upper floor had my dungeon and master bedroom, so I had to journey down the stairs of my dark house to get to my office.

Once in there, I demanded, “Tell me everything.”

“I literally just did. Until I get her body on my table, that’s all I have. I’ll let you know COD. She was only found a few hours ago in an executive office in Hobart Bay. Carr was called after she was identified because of the BOLO.”

I sat at my desk, the leather of my chair cool to my bare ass. I woke my computer up, grateful that I always kept backups of my thoughts and intuitions about a case on my personal drive. Legal? No. Helpful so I could continue to work at home? Yes.

I pulled up my files on the Atelihai Killer, whom I now knew was Holly Marteen. What I didn’t understand was how. I knew the why. Fuck, did I know, but I wasn’t sure why now . Fifteen years later, but why the wait? Why not five years ago, ten? Why fifteen?

“I’m guessing that’s the office building where Collins’ brother-in-law works.

It’s the same place the evidence that got Collins arrested in the first place was delivered.

” I pulled up the file on Collins’ charges.

“She was accused of molesting her niece.” I wiped a hand down my face, my sleep-fogged brain working overtime. “She stalked them.”

“Who?” Dr. Robinson asked.

“Holly Marteen. She’s probably been stalking them for years. I’d put money on the fact that the evidence against Collins was collected by Holly.”

There was a slight pause before the doctor asked me, “You really think she’s alive?”

“She’s alive.” I looked at the folded picture of the teenage brunette leaning over a book at the Alaskan State Hospital in 2013 that I’ve kept under my keyboard for nearly two weeks.

It was never turned into evidence because my former superiors didn’t want anything to do with my theory.

Dr. Robinson likely knew this and that was the reason behind his hesitation.

He rightly understood that it’s a sore subject for me.

“But you saw what happened when I even hinted at it to the brass. They’re not going to pursue it and risk being wrong by exhuming the body of a teenage suicide victim. ”

“You’re not going to let this drop, are you?”

I didn’t look up as I heard my door creak open slightly. I’d heard her approach after her descent down the stairs. “I can’t,” I answered Dr. Robinson. “I don’t know how, but I am going to see this through.”

When I’d purchased my office furniture, I’d chosen a large floating desk with spacious room that was wide enough for not only my long legs, but also tall enough for someone to kneel under without hitting their head.

Her bare breasts rubbed against the exposed hair on my legs as she scooted into position.

I widened my legs for her shoulders seconds before a wet heat engulfed my cock.

Fuck, I loved feeling the leather of her collar against the inside of my thighs. She hadn’t put her wig back on.

“Hey, Doc, can you do me a favor?” I was specifically ignoring my dick’s current treatment, loving my little owl’s inventiveness.

“Sure. What’s the worst they can do? Fire me?” He chuckled. “Besides, you were the only agent around here that I could actually stand to work with.”

I appreciated him saying that. He was one of the few I’d enjoyed working with over the years too.

He was brash, like me, but I lacked his natural sense of humor.

It was also the reason I hadn’t asked him to do this for me earlier.

It was bad enough he was calling to keep me up to date on the case.

I didn’t want to get him canned or suspended, too. “Can you run a picture through FAS?”

Any smartphone could download an aging software for free with ads.

And it may or may not be accurate. But the Facial Aging System the Bureau used?

It could put a face on a skeleton, age an infant to adulthood, and even predict what a victim would look like after specific injuries.

I’d had no reason to run Holly’s ninth grade yearbook photo when I’d had access to the system.

After all, why would I need to know what Adult Holly looked like when I’d believed she was dead and buried? There’d been no point.

“Ah. You want to see what she looks like now based off her school picture?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” I said evasively. “Do you have it, or do you need me to email it?”

“I’ll text you a different email to send it to. No sense giving them a reason to hand me a pink slip, not when I’m so close to retirement.”

Her tongue traced over my piss slit and I about jumped out of my seat. Fuck , that felt good. I had to grit my teeth to keep from moaning into the phone. “I appreciate your help, Doc.”

“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Mal. Sometimes it’s better just to bend over and take it.”

I chuckled, because he would never know the irony of that statement. “I will never be the sort to ‘just bend over’, Doc. Call me when you have something?”

“Will do. Sorry I woke you, but I figured you’d want to know.”

Considering the current result of being woken up in the middle of the night, I was unsurprisingly okay with it. “Don’t worry about it. I’d rather be in the know.”

“I figured. Have a good rest of your night, Mal.”

My little owl’s teeth scraped ever so lightly along the sensitive length of my cock and my hand had to grip the rounded arm of my chair to keep my composure. “You too, Doc.”

I hung up the phone, tossing it onto my desk next to my keyboard.

I’d need to email the picture of Holly’s yearbook photo to Dr. Robinson as soon as his text came in.

Until then, though… I reached under the desk, gripped the fine layer of hair on top of her head, and pulled her forcefully off my cock.

Wheeling myself back slightly, I brought her forward with me.

I stood without a word to her, pushing her back on my desk.

After grabbing a condom from my top desk drawer where I also kept a ball gag, butt plug, lube, a blindfold, and now a pair of scrunchies with tiny bells on them, I placed her legs over my shoulders.

I slammed inside of her, loving her tight wetness. A visual examination had shown me how soaked she was prior to me entering her.

Our eyes met as she cried out, “Master!” I pounded inside of her with such ferocity that papers, my keyboard, and picture frames fell from my desk. Placing a hand at her throat over her leather collar, I took my little owl.

“You’re allowed one orgasm for the rest of the night, Little Owl.

It’s your choice if you want it to be now—or when I take you back upstairs, where I can promise you we will not be going back to bed.

” Her eyes went wide at my words as I leaned down to claim her lips.

“You can’t say I’m not a generous Master, pet.

I will even allow you to finish that blowjob.

” I snapped my hips forward, punching my cock inside her hard. “You may thank me now.”

Her hands gripped my wrist that held her throat, which I was fine with because I hadn’t ordered her to be still. “Oh, God! Thank you, Master!”

I smiled down at her. “Good girl.”