The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 05

Thaddeus returned to his car and drove in the direction of Avalon Avenue, where he knew Alice was expecting him. He had called her after leaving Hilda's apartment just to make sure she was there waiting for him; she'd probably cried her eyes over her friend who's now missing. When done with her, he would go in search of Kayla's mom to know what her side of the story is about. He had to move fast with this. He couldn't tell who else was aware of Kayla's disappearance. He wouldn't be surprised if Alice had called her mom and related things to her already; then again, he prayed she hadn't.

He arrived at the apartment building some minutes past three. The sun was halfway in the sky; it wouldn't be long before evening came. The place didn't look that scary now as it had the previous time he'd been here. Maybe it was because it had been dark then, and he'd been looking out in case the fellow who'd clubbed him lurked around, waiting to club him again and take off with the cat. Sounded funny, but ... you never know.

There were few college-looking folks hovering about, some entering the apartment building and others leaving. Mostly a lot of them were leaving with heavy bags slung across their shoulder, off to some holiday or whatever. He felt happy as he entered into the lobby that so far no one had seen him arrive or leave last night; hardly did anyone glance his way. Up the stairs he went till he stopped in front of the apartment door as he still remembered it, and knocked.

There was the sound of a lock turning and then the door inched open. Alice stood at the other side, holding a handkerchief in her hand; it was obvious she had been crying. She allowed Thad entrance into the apartment.

"Hello, Detective," she spoke in a meek sounding voice, like she'd been yelling all day and suddenly had come down with a sore throat. Even the formal way she spoke to him, referring to him as 'Detective', when last night they'd been like friends who'd known each other long enough.

Alice led Thad to a chair while she sat down on a sofa with her legs curled under her, hugging a pink teddy bear in her arms. She wiped tears from her face and sniffled repeatedly. Thad took off his hat and placed it on his knee; he took out the photo album from his pocket too.

"Do you think ..." a brief sniffle, "do you think anything bad might have happened to her?"

"I don't know, Alice," Thaddeus said with gentle caution, not wanting to spook her any more than she already was, the poor girl. "I was with her here last night when it happened. I'll tell you the truth, I didn't even see it happen. Someone hit me with something heavy and I passed out. When I woke up, I was the only one in here."

She nodded her head as if such was how she too had reckoned it happened. "That's a nasty bump on your head. I'm sorry."

"Thanks. Alice, do you know of anyone who might want to do such to Kayla? Anyone at all?"

She shook her head emphatically, wiped off more tears from her eyes. "No. No, I don't know of any. She's such a sweet friend, everybody likes her."

"What about past boyfriends? Was there anyone you know who was sort of violent towards her? Anyone at all who felt heartbroken and once thought of taking some type of revenge on her. Please think for me, it's important."

She kept shaking her head all the while he spoke, starting to cry again. "No, no, no ..." she blubbered, raising her hands over her face "I swear, I don't know. This whole thing is crazy. Why would anybody want to kidnap her? Why?"

Thaddeus left his chair and came and sat beside her and drew her to him. She let her teddy bear fall from her hands and rested her face against his chest, her body shaking from the bout of crying that raked her. Thad held her in his arms and tried to calm her down. He spoke into her ear, told her that everything would be just fine. Still she kept on crying. He didn't realise in time that he was caressing her arm while he was petting her to stop crying, and that she now had hers which earlier had laid against his chest now was on his shoulder and moving like a snake around his neckline. Her face was inches from his; her crying fit had suddenly ceased.

What happened next between them happened just as natural as anything else.

Alice stretched her face towards his and kissed Thad's lips. He didn't respond at first, thinking that perhaps it was he who had done the wrong bit, but again their lips met, and this time it felt real. Alice came up on the sofa, her knee nearly crushing down Thad's hat that lay on his knee as it too fell to the floor between his legs. He fell back on the sofas as Alice came upon him like a female lion about to pounce on a weak prey. Her hands grasped his jacket collar as she too fell on top of him, pressing her lower body against his. Thad's erection awoke at an instant and began nudging itself inside his pants, even though it was still recovering from the pussy it had fucked less than forty minutes ago. His hands rubbed over the nubile young woman's body and downward to feel over the curved hilltop that was the crest of her ass under her jeans. He slid his fingers underneath the waistband to get a feel of her panties. Alice was moaning feverishly while her lips remained engulfed with his.

They were gnawing at each other now. Their hands squeezed, groped and touched each other's skin even as Thad struggled to seat up on the sofa, taking Alice along. She managed to straddle him, pressing her butt down on his crotch, under which lay hidden his erect muscle. Her hands loosened his tie and top buttons while his undid those of her jeans, giving his hands enough room to slid down the backside of her jeans to feel her buttocks' flesh behind her panties. His jacket was hindering him, not to mention Alice still had her lips covered with his, not wanting to let go. She was succumbing to a pressing crave of lust, anything that might help block out the thought of her missing friend somewhere out there who might presently be going through some form of peril upon the hands on whoever had taken her.

Thad pushed up her shirt. Alice helped him, holding her shirt between her chin and neck while he freed her tits from behind the cups of her bra and caught one of them with his mouth and pulled at the same time sucked on it. Alice threw her head backward and gave out a sighing whimper. She roamed her petite waistline against him as if she were a gypsy belly-dancer, still grounded her butt against his crotch and even reached a hand behind her backside to grasp his burgeoning cock that was swollen inside his pants. Thad went from one pair of tit to the other. His hands nearly covered them—they weren't as ample as her kidnapped best friend's.

He pulled her up and she took his hand wanting to lead him towards the hallway and from there to the bedroom, but Thad stopped her in time. He didn't want to return there again, didn't want to relive the last image he'd had of her friend. Besides, he'd come here to interview her friend, not fuck her. But he'd blocked that off his mind—right now, he'd much rather fuck the nubile slut than think of doing anything else. He led her towards one of the window facing the side of the apartment which looked out to the street and the entrance into the compound. The curtains partly covered the window except for the mild breeze stirring them. Thaddeus made her lean forward against it. His hands worked to free his belt buckle, followed by the top button then zipper of his fly while Alice finished undoing the remaining buttons of her jeans and shoved it along with her panties down her thighs; the centre parting of her pussy slit faced him and she wiggled her buttocks as if urging him to hurry up and come fuck it. Thaddeus freed his turgid willy and stroked it as he fell to his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks. Alice stiffened, her body pushed forward at first upon contact from his tongue. She recovered quickly and pushed her ass back at him. Thad's hands spread her ass cheeks apart like an open bread, the glory of her teenage pussy glared at him like the inside of an oyster shell; his nostrils inhaled the sweet, musing smell that was her cunt. Alice reached a hand underneath to part her pussy's wet vagina for him. Thad didn't need further invitation. His tongue probed her orifice, side to side, up and down, his lower lips sucked on her. Alice leaned her head halfway out her window, letting the sun's glare fall on her hair, though her eyes remained closed to the tingling sensation she was receiving from behind; her answering moans made it known that he was doing an excellent job. Thad licked her pussy deep with his tongue, still holding her ass cheeks apart even as her buttocks and legs shook from the slurping action he gave her.

Thaddeus licked her cum juice which had now coated his lips and stood up, holding his meat in his hand and held her still as he aimed the swollen knob between the centre parting of her ass cheeks; the sight of her tanned ass with the strange curlicue tattoo stamped over her waistline was lovely and breath-taking. He held his breath as his cock encountered some tight resistance as it pushed further between the fleshy lips of her cunt. Alice felt herself stiffen once again and she too exhaled a whistling type of sigh as more and more of him went inside her. Thad stopped halfway then withdrew, then gave his cock one more gentle thrust. He went like this for a couple more times, each time his cock slipped in easily into her cunt till it was practically touching the walls of her cervix. Alice tightened her grip on the window sill as she too helped out pushing her ass back and forth against him. His shaft was now coated with streak of her cum. A couple more thrusts later and Alice was squealing from the pain of his cock impaling her. her features were squeezed in grotesque grimace as she bite on her lips not to be forceful with her cries which seemed to escape her tight-bound lips like the whistling cry coming from a kettle's spout that's been heated with water. She felt like she was on fire, every part of her burned with lust and shameless longing.

"Ohhh ... Awhhhh ... God! Ohhh my God!"

She hoped that no one leaving the building could hear her, and also that no one could see her. Everything seemed double before her eyes. She wanted to scream aloud but every time she tried, what issued from her lips came as a croak. This was the second time between yesterday and this evening she was getting well fucked. When Pimp Zee had taken her in his bed last night, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. This too was another trip around the Pearly Gates for her.

Thaddeus had let his jacket slip from his arms and lay on the floor behind him while his pants and jockey briefs was down his ankle. He grabbed her waistline and was now slamming her cunt harder with each grunt. He needed to finish this young slut quick—God, how he now loved young pussy. Her cries filled the room, he cared less if that was the sound of her cumming or if it was his cock size inflicting further damage upon her.

He looked up at the roof; everything was starting to spin before him. He was burning up ... he felt the moment of explosion a mere ticking seconds away ... his eyes looked out the window and sighted on the trio of police cars pulling into the driveway of the apartment compound.

Oh shit, the police!

Damn!

Thad pulled his cock out of her pussy and at the last minute, stream of semen poured out of his knobbed head staining the backside of her legs. Alice hadn't expected that to happen. She looked over her shoulder at him, a dazed yet questioning look on her face as she was struggling with her flushed breathing.

"Wha—what happened?" she gasped.

"Go into your room now and get dressed," Thad growled at her at the same time grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the window, hopping the cops hadn't sighted her yet. "The cops are here!"

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Everything happened in a blink—in Hollywood parlance, it was as if they were caught in the Matrix, with the way things sort of happened fast for them yet at the same time very slow. Alice, caught in disbelief, glanced out the window even as Thad was pulling her away from it and she uttered a gasp when she saw two of the city's finest pull to a halt in the front of the building; onlookers stopped and gazed at them as the alighted from their cars. Only then did she bend down and yanked up her panties and jeans and shuffled towards the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom. Thaddeus held his prick in his hand, still oozing out cum and gradually going flaccid. He took pulled up his briefs and pants and nearly would have caught his prick between the razor mouth of his zipper had he not been looking.

He thought he could picture the officers trundling up the stairs—his sixth sense told him he knew what apartment they were heading. He wore back his jacket and straightened his tie even as he flopped down on the sofa. He pocketed back the photo album; he would have to leave that for another time.

The minute seemed to drag on as he scanned his eyes about, hopping he wasn't forgetting anything, then came a knock on the door. Alice came out of the hallway looking like her former self, except her face was wet like she'd stopped to splash water over it. She wasn't looking like the horny slut he'd been fucking three minutes ago. She approached the front door and opened it. Thaddeus remained where he was like he was invincible.

A Detective stood there before her with two police officers in uniform behind him, neither one was smiling.

"Ms. Alice Galdstone?" asked the Detective authoritatively.

"Yes?" Alice mumbled.

"The name's Detective Inspector Eric Snyder," he reached into his brown jacket and took out his badge and showed it to her before hiding it back. "We're here regarding your missing roommate. May we come in, please?"

"Yes ... sure." Alice let them inside and quickly closed the door behind them.

The Detective was about to speak when he noticed someone seated on the sofa in front of him. Recognition swept across his face as he approached from the side and saw Thaddeus seated there smiling back at him. Snyder's features grew into a scowl that made prominent his facial outline.

"Hey there Inspector Low Brow," said Thaddeus getting up to face the Detective Inspector and his men, neither of which seemed happy to meet him there. Thaddeus made no attempt at extending his hand for a handshake—Snyder would rather throw him out the window than deign to share any masculine formality with him. "Glad to see you and the boys got here just in time."

Snyder fought to stem the bitterness from creeping to his voice but couldn't. "The hell are you doing here, snoop?" he growled. "Don't you have any garbage bins to look into than sniffing your nose into police business?"

"You know I very much would, Detective. Except the business went south to the Teamsters years ago. Besides, who says I'm here sniffing into police business when I'm just as humble before the law as always I've been." He said this with a grin that only seemed to knuckle the Inspector's jaw line with a cold fury. His eyes blazed at Thad with all the fire and brimstone the Devil could conjure.

To take the spite away from his face, Snyder turned to Alice, "Ma'am, did you invite this man to your home?" he said it as if Thad was a burglar who'd been caught trespassing, and wanted the desire of watching his boys lock a pair of cuffs on him and bundle him downstairs into their car. From the way they too glared at him, Thaddeus reckoned they were itching to carry out that order.

Alice's eyes went back and forth between both of them and nodded her head somewhat uncertainly. "Yes, sir," she said to the Inspector, though her voice sounded shaky. "He's a friend of mine. I asked him to drop by a half hour ago."

Silence fell in the room. Snyder looked back at Thad, not thoroughly convinced. "Are you sure about that, ma'am?"

Thad decided then to come into the conversation. "You heard her already, Snyder. What more do you want, a signed affidavit?"

Snyder glared at him as if the mere dark look in his eyes would make Thaddeus vanish from his sight. He turned to his two back-up officers. "Would you please escort the young lady downstairs to wait in my car, I'll be with you shortly."

Alice's eyes alighted with fear as one of the officers meant to take her arm. "Why? What do you want with me?"

"I'm simply here to ask you a few questions regarding your missing roommate, Ms. Gladstone," he said with warmly. "Nothing harmful or incriminating. Just a mere type of formality, that's all. The officers here will keep you company till I arrive."

The men took her arm and turned and marched her towards the door. She looked at Thaddeus one last time, wanting to say something but unable to, before the door opened and she was lead outside. Thaddeus knew the Inspector wanted to have a quiet moment with him alone and didn't want Alice hearing any of their exchange. He prepared his mind for what was about to come.

The door closed behind them. Snyder's dark glare returned to his eyes as he turned to face him, placing his arms akimbo, revealing his gun in its shoulder harness like he was Clint Eastwood here to shoot some bad guys. In this case, Thad thought, there was only one bad guy in the room, and it was him.

"The fuck are you doing here, Thaddeus?" he asked him coldly and with spite.

"I already told you that, Detective. Alice is a friend of mine. She gave me a call less than an hour ago and told me about her friend missing. I came by here to comfort her, and that was when you showed up. Perfect timing, I might add."

Snyder shook his head, his eyes still bore search beams at Thad. "That's bullshit, and you know it. You're no friend to that girl anymore that my name ain't Teddy Roosevelt."

"That's what you say. Why don't you ask her and see what she'll tell you."

"Oh, I will. I most definitely will. Let me pretend to believe you for a minute about her calling you here and wiping her eyes on your jacket. What else has she mentioned to you?"

Thad played defensive. "That's my business, Detective Inspector."

"I'm making it my business, private dick," Snyder snapped at him.

"Oh yeah? Well, you wouldn't like it—the pay's lousy."

Snyder took his arms off his waistline and inched closer to him, his jaw muscles moving like he was ready to do something. Thaddeus stood his ground, not moved at all by the man's brooding feature. He and the Inspector went way back and he knew it was his simple way of making known that he was the hard case in the room.

"Don't stand there playing with me, private dick," he spat the last word at Thad. "I can have your ass hauled off to the station right now if I so want to. You forget there's lots of guys down at the station still pissed with that Loftus case you cracked a few weeks ago. And I happen to be one of them too, motherfucker."

Thaddeus made like he was shocked by the Inspector's words. "My, my, I never knew you could swear like a two-Dollar whore, Low Brow. Where did you learn the trick?"

Snyder was about saying something when there came a knock on the door. He whirled around instantly to see the bespectacled blonde-haired young man sticking his head inside the apartment, his foot halfway inside. He seemed like a nervous fellow with the way he adjusted his glasses to his face while he ogled Thaddeus and the Detective Inspector.

"Oh ... hello there," he raised his hand at them as if wanting to wave but not getting a response, he lowered his hand. "Emm ... excuse me, is Kayla around?"

"No, she isn't right now," answered Snyder. "Come on in, son."

The young man stepped into the room and looked at them nervously. He wore a plaid short sleeved shirt and faded jeans, both of which covered a lanky frame but did little to add any distinction to his book-wormish outlook.