Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

Fredrick_Udele · ファンタジー

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CHAPTER 43

We began to move together, creating waves in the tranquil water until they splashed actively into the distant sides and steps. So active had we become that water spilled up and out of the pool onto the deck with every thrust into Lucy's cunt. Tomorrow we'd hopefully learn that she was pregnant. It was what we had been praying and working for, not that making love with Lucy could ever be considered work. It was the most pleasurable thing I'd ever been a part of.

I knew that we wanted it never to end, but neither of us was built for that. Lucy came with a loud scream that I was sure could be heard at her parents' home then she sagged into my chest as I continued to pound her. Soon she returned my efforts and she was working toward her second. All told, she came four times before I finally spilled my seed into her vault. I carried her out, her legs still wrapped around my waist and her head on my shoulder. I stooped to retrieve our clothes and carried her up the stairs to the shower. She was still wrapped around my body when I stepped under the hot water.

"I think I'll stay here forever," she whispered.

"Then I think I'll need a new wardrobe." For some reason she thought that was hilarious and broke out laughing. After thinking about it for a second or two I joined her. True to her word she was still there when I walked to the bed. By then the laughter had died out to be replaced by kiss after kiss on my face and neck and lips. I placed her carefully onto the bed, slipping in behind her. She found her usual place—head on my left shoulder and left leg lying on my thigh—when I told her again how much I loved her. The next thing I recognized was the alarm at 6:30.

The mood was jovial at inspection and, as had become the norm over the recent weeks, it was perfect. I sat in on the morning briefing with Daryl then retired to my office to prepare for my budget meeting with the City Council. I knew that Lucy would move the meeting that way right after they took care of asshole Carl Haynes, replacing him with Jasmine. That would be a major step forward in my opinion. I'd also heard from a number of people on the street while walking through the downtown area. Everyone who approached me had expressed their thanks to me and their total disappointment in Haynes and family. Second only to their scorn for Carl Haynes was their disdain for former Chief Joe Wilson.

It was noon before I knew it and, even then it was only because Daryl came to get me. "Damn, Matt; you're really into that budget."

"Yeah…like I have a choice; can you believe that there's no plan for vehicle replacement? According to the garage foreman some of our vehicles are more than five years old. None of them have less than five hundred thousand miles on them. I think that some of the Council members are in for a big surprise, plus I'm going to apply for some federal grants. Paul McCormick has told me that he gets a lot of his equipment that way—weapons, vehicles, ammunition. I can't find a single application in the files and neither can Sandra. She's worked here for eight years."

"Well, it'll still be here when we get back from lunch. How about Earl's?" Earl's sounded good. The restaurant wasn't named "Earl's," but that's what all the locals called it. We walked out with Max, knowing that he'd be accepted at Earl's just as he was almost everywhere else.

Sure enough, Earl himself met us outside the door. This was an Italian restaurant and Earl was a short, heavy black man. Go figure! I asked him how business was. "It's great, Matt now that I don't have to give those freeloading cop bastards free meals every day."

Daryl and I sat at one of the tables with Max at my feet. We ordered Italian subs with Cokes and had returned the menus to Earl's meaty hands when he asked, "I got some fat and some cut up pieces of meatball and sausage—the mild stuff. Okay if I give it to Max?"

"Sure, Earl, but not too much. Lucy will kill me if he gets diarrhea." Earl laughed, but he knew I was serious. What he produced was no bigger than a small scoop of ice cream. I thanked Earl as he set the plate onto the floor next to me. I signaled Max that he could eat as I thanked Earl again. Daryl and I talked shop until our sandwiches arrived, returning to the office around 1:15 where I tried to organize my work for a presentation Monday evening. I left at 3:30 sharp, telling Sandra that I had to take Lucy to the doctor.

"Good luck," she told me with a wry smile on her face. I smiled back and shook my head as Max and I strode out the door. Ten minutes later I was in the driveway where my wonderful wife was already waiting. She jumped into the car and off we drove while Max licked Lucy's face and hands and wagged his tail wildly. I left the windows open, but told Max to stay when I walked Lucy into Dr. Murphy's office.

We waited—of course—for more than twenty minutes before a nurse called Lucy's name—well, almost. "Lucille Bascomb," was the name that was called. The nurse was somewhat surprised when I accompanied Lucy to the exam room. "Why are you here, Ms. Bascomb, and who is with you?"

"I'm a bit surprised that you don't know that I'm married. It was in all of the newspapers and I told the woman who made the appointment that I was. This is my husband—Chief of Police Matt Cahill—and we're here to learn if I'm pregnant. I used three of those home pregnancy tests last week and they all said 'yes,' but we'd like confirmation and I assume that I'll need a series of appointments."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I've been on vacation for the past three weeks. I'll make the change in name and marital status immediately. Even though you've already done this I'd like you to use these three tests. Wait until the middle of your stream and then stick them in so the urine covers the test area. You can dry them with a paper towel, but don't rinse them in water. Okay?" Lucy took the strips and stepped out with a smile followed closely by the nurse.

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