Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 05

I immediately contacted Britt Maxwell, who sent two undercover plainclothes University detectives to find Bounel and keep tabs on him. At 8:00pm, we got word he was in his dorm room.

At 9:30pm one of the back rooms of the "Clubhouse" was full of MCD detectives putting on body armor. I had Hugh Hewitt, Cindy Ross and Pete Feeley with us. Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan were going with us to cover the hallway of the dorm. We were going in "sterile", no badges, no ranks. We were essentially invading the University, which was State property and jurisdiction. I had a University badge, but none of the other guys did.

I wore my Tilley hat with just the Airborne wings and my brown trenchcoat over a black jumpsuit, which was a one-piece outfit that allowed for freedom of movement. My "ninja" suit, I called it.

Hugh wore a black trenchcoat and a skull cap. Cindy was wearing her black jumpsuit with no police insignia and a black baseball cap. As we prepared, Teresa Croyle walked in.

"I want to go with you." she said. I led her into the small breakroom nearby.

"Have you said anything to Captain Malone or Ikea about this?"

"No." she said. "Ikea wasn't here all day. I don't trust Captain Malone very much anymore; it scares me when he has me lead drug busts."

"We can fix that later." I said, then leaned over the table, as if to speak confidentially, but also to make sure Teresa understood me clearly. "Teresa, do you understand what we are about to do? Do you understand the reason for this mission?"

"Yes, sir." Teresa said.

"And you're okay with it? Knowing that we are going to go recover a cop's gun, and what the consequences might be for him... and who that cop is?"

"I understand." Teresa said. "You can trust me, Don."

"I do trust you." I said. "And yes, I'm glad you're coming with us. Go get ready."

For the first time I saw the glimmer of a smile on Teresa Cunt's face. And she looked much lovelier for it.

Part 20 - Night of the Iron Crowbar

The police raid on the dorm was swift. After confirming from the University plainclothes that Bounel was still in his dorm room, we bounded up the side stairs to the sixth floor. It was a test of our shape and stamina, and I was pleased to see that everyone passed, even Morton, who was last to come up as our rear-guard, and so could lag behind a little bit.

At the door, I grabbed the handle. It was unlocked, so I didn't need my crowbar... for opening the door, anyway. Four of us, myself, Hugh, Cindy and Teresa, steeled ourselves, then sprang forward as I threw the door open.

"HANDS UP!" I yelled as we stormed the small dorm room. In the middle of the room, Barry Bounel was sitting on a chair, naked, his huge cock standing up hard and wet. Some skinny white boy with a beard was naked and kneeling on the floor in front of Bounel, and it was clear what they had just been doing. Teresa and Cindy had Skinny Beard cuffed and on the bed on the right, while Hugh and I aimed guns at Bounel's head.

"What the fuck is this?" Bounel angrily asked. His hair was cut very close to his head. He was tall and slender and well built and, as mentioned, had an impressively huge cock. I wondered if he'd been admitted to Todd's SEX fraternity.

"Sorry to interrupt your blowjob, Barry." I said. Turning to Cindy, I said, "Take that piece of shit into the hall and question him, then let him get dressed." Cindy and Teresa gathered Beard's clothes and took him naked out into the hall. After a few moments, Feeley took off his cuffs and let him get dressed, then ordered him to get the hell off the floor. A couple of kids looked out their door, and Feeley ordered them back inside.

With Cindy and Teresa back in the room, we handcuffed Bounel's hands behind the chair to immobilize him, having put the chair where he was facing his own side of the room, the left side. Cindy pointedly handed me a bathrobe, with which I covered Bounel from the frontside. I pulled up the other chair in the room and sat next to him.

"I won't waste your time or mine, Barry." I said. "I want the gun."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bounel replied. "I want a lawyer."

"You're not under arrest, Barry." I admonished with a short laugh. "I have no desire to take you in. Give me what I want, and you're free to go."

Bounel said nothing.

"Listen, faggot," I said, intentionally using the derogatory language to assert authority over Bounel, "I know you raped that cop last night. We've got the semen samples." I said. Of course we didn't, but so what? I thought to myself. Bounel's eyes did not show surprise, but they hardened, as if he was realizing something.

"I got nothin' to say." Bounel said.

"Barry, Barry, Barry." I said, taking the crowbar out of my trenchcoat and lightly tapping Bounel on the knees with it.

"Oh shit." Bounel said, realizing who I was.

"That's right, Boy." I said, intentionally using that word which would be derogatory to a black man. "And I am not going to fool with you. But that's okay... you've already said all you need to, Barry." I added, having seen where his eyes looked when I mentioned the gun. It was under the mattress of his bed.

"Okay, search the drawers, and inside the mattress." I commanded my team. Hugh began searching the desk drawers. Cindy found a slit in the mattress. As she was putting her hand inside, I noticed a smile on Bounel's face. I cried out, but Teresa had noticed faster and was already moving.

"Don't!" we cried out together, with Teresa grabbing Cindy's wrist.

"Wha?" Cindy said, scowling a bit.

"Good job, Tango." I said, using the military radio call for the letter "T", which was Teresa's "name" on this mission. I was "Delta", Cindy was "Charlie", and Hugh was "Hotel". We wanted to give Bounel as little as possible about us.

I put on a heavy leather glove, and moved to the bed. Bounel was scowling this time. I carefully checked inside the mattress and felt an object. I gingerly pulled it out. It was four syringes in a plastic holder, the needles facing towards the opening in the mattress, a booby-trap. There were different colored drugs in the syringes.

"Gotta be careful with this fag." I said. I then explored further and sure enough, the Glock was right behind where the syringes had been. I brought out the gun and sealed it in an evidence bag. I sealed the syringes in another evidence bag.

Hugh found a big bag of cocaine and another set of four syringes in the drawers. Unfortunately he found nothing else, no contact names or anything. But time was growing short and we needed to move out.

"Okay, you bastard." I said. "I ought to to inject you with whatever's in these syringes, to find out what you intended for my associate here." Bounel looked frightened for a second before regaining his composure.

"Here's the deal, fag." I continued. We're going to leave you here. If you try to leave the room for ten minutes, we'll kill you. You know how much this crowbar would hurt if I cracked open your empty skull with it?

"And by the way, Barry: I suspect that word of this incident is going to get around. You're about to be missing a big bag of cocaine worth, I'd say, five-to-ten-thousand on the street. May I suggest that you leave town and never show your face here again. Your continued existence depends on it, because if I don't kill you, somebody else will."

Cindy unhandcuffed Bounel and hit him on the back of the head with the steel cuffs in retaliation for almost getting pricked with a syringe needle. We all quickly left the room, making our way down the hall and back down the stairs. We drove away quickly, stopping only to dump the bag of cocaine into a cistern that led to the river.

"Did we get what we needed?" Cindy asked. I was beaming as I held up the gun in the evidence bag.

"We sure as fuck did."

"One more thing." Cindy said, quietly, her eyes boring into me. "The term 'faggot'?" I knew she was reprimanding me for using that terminology in front of her.

"Sorry 'bout that." I said. "I'll be more circumspect-- the next time we're in a similar situation." Her glare in reply was half disapproving, half understanding the underlying humor of my remark.

Part 21 - Revenge Served, Ice Cold

At 1:00am, I got word from the University plainclothes that Bounel had rapidly left town not long after we left. I told them to stand down and go home, thanking them for their work. I had coffee and chocolate and doughnuts in the MCD room for my team. I sent them home but stayed in my I.T. office all night, guarding my valuable evidence.

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7:00am the next morning, Thursday, brought the quietest news reporting in days. I gave the bagged syringes to Tanya and asked her to have the Crime Lab "unofficially" analyze them. They did so, finding within 24 hours that a couple of the syringes contained cyanide compounds that might have been lethal if injected in any small amount, one contained ricin, a deadly poison in small amounts, and the fourth contained heroin. Now why did a loser like Bounel need heavy stuff like that? I mused to myself as I told Perlman to contact the FBI about the syringes, and to contact me personally about them for more information.

At 8:00 am the Detectives gathered in the Chief's conference room. I also had asked Daniel Allgood of Internal Affairs to join our meeting. An hour before, when the Chief had walked in, I asked him to make sure Detective Steven Ikea attended the 8:00am meeting. Ikea had called in sick again, but the Chief had called and told him to be there if he had to crawl in, and said he'd send patrolmen out to fetch Ikea and haul him in, if necessary.

When Ikea had come in shortly before 8:00am, attempting to use the least-used entrance to the building, he was wearing sunglasses that did not hide the bruises on his face and eyes, and he was walking rather gingerly.

For some reason, there were an abnormal number of uniformed officers walking the hallways, and Ikea's attempts to come in quietly and unobtrusively failed as officer after officer looked at him and rhetorically asked what had happened. When he came in and sat down, he winced as if sitting was painful.

"Okay," said the Chief, pointing at me. "What've you got?"

"I have the source of at least some of the leaks to Bettina Wurtzburg." I said with alacrity. "The source who was there when she was attacked, and who was raped in the ass and his gun taken."

"What the fuck?" Captain Malone said. "What bullshit is this?"

"Oh by the way, Detective Ikea," I said. "How did you get those bruises?"

"I got into a fight in a bar." Ikea said. "And it's none of your business."

"You, Steven? You? Mr. Bible-toter going to a bar, drinking and fighting? Curious. And how--"

"If you have a problem with my Detective, shit head," Captain Malone roared at me, "you come to me with it!"

"Why, I am doing so right now, Captain. You're sitting right here, aren't you?" I said.

"Malone, shut the fuck up." Chief Griswold ordered. "Detective?" There is no way the Chief would've let me continue with this, but I knew his hatred of leaks and leakers far outweighed his desire for professional police decorum between his detectives.

"You seem to have a hard time sitting down, Detective Ikea." I observed. "How's your ass feeling?"

"I don't need to hear this shit." Ikea said, attempting bravado. "Detective Allgood--"

"Ikea, that gun is not your service weapon. Where is your service weapon, Detective?" I asked, interrupting him. The room went dead silent.

"It's at home." Ikea finally said, after a long pause. "I forgot to bring it when the Chief ordered me to come in."

"Then Mr. Ikea," I explained, hardly able to keep from smiling broadly, "if your service weapon is at home, would you please explain how your service weapon is in this evidence bag at the same time?" I said, bringing out the Glock from under the table where I'd been hiding it.

"You son of a bitch!" Malone screamed, getting to his feet and reaching for his own gun to draw it out. "Give me that right now!" He was about to lunge for the bagged gun, but both Hugh Hewitt and I were standing up, with Hugh reaching for his own weapon. I put my hand on his shoulder and brandished... my crowbar. And oh! how I wanted to use it!

"Enough!" the Chief said, his voice not that loud, but carrying the room and causing us all to stand down.

"Totally goddamned unprofessional behavior! Don, give that to Allgood." the Chief instructed, meaning Ikea's bagged gun. I did so. "Malone, you and your boy get the hell out of here. Go back to Vice. We will have a long, long conversation later. Meanwhile, you MCD guys go back to your room. And stay the hell away from each other, or I am going to use that damn crowbar on ALL of you. Get your shit together, people, we're all supposed to be on the same goddamned team!" Ikea and Malone left, their faces beet red with furious anger. This could get ugly fast, I thought.

As MCD left, I saw Allgood hand Ikea's gun to the chief. I suspected that Ikea would get his gun back and this incident "forgotten", at least officially. The Chief was a good man, but he had a lot of political chainsaws to juggle, and I had just exposed and outed a detective with some serious political connections amongst the wealthy churchgoers of the Town. But I was not yet finished.

"One more thing. Come with me!" I said to the guys in MCD, waving for them to follow me. I stepped into the doorway of the Vice room, where Ikea, Malone and Geiger were talking angrily. A large contingent of the Town & County Police Force was in the hallway by now. When the Vice room occupants saw me, they stared. The look in Malone and Ikea's eyes were of unappeasable hatred for me.

"Oh Ikeeeea," I said, remembering that day Ikea had humiliated me in the MCD room. Karma is a bitch, payback is hell, and revenge is a dish best served cold, I remember Melina once saying. "I'm sure you're aware of that Bible verse?"

"What, fuckhead?" Ikea mumbled.

"Oh, what does it say," I said loudly, so that everyone could hear, "I think it goes: A man defiled by another man is forever unclean in the sight of God. Something like that. Yeah, even when your ass stops being sore, Steven, you will forever be unclean in the sight of God!" I turned to walk out. "Have a nice day."

I walked out into the hall to much laughter, leading the way back into the MCD next door. Cindy was walking with me, laughing. I put my arm around her, "How's that for revenge, my friend?" I asked.

"Damn good." she replied. "Damn good." I could tell how relieved she was at my vindication and retaliation against Ikea. Meanwhile, the MCD room filled up quickly, wanting to know details, but I had to clear them.

"All you uniformed guys had better get back to duty before Captain Charles catches you here!" Captain Leslie Charles was the Captain of the Uniformed Officers.

"Too late!" the man himself said, his deep voice booming as he came in the back door to MCD, the door near my desk. "Officers, get back to work." The room cleared quickly, officers chortling and telling the story as they went back to their stations and jobs.

Captain Charles looked at me balefully for a second, but as he turned to leave he gave me a huge smile. It was the first smile I'd ever seen from him, and it was shocking in the merriment it showed. The taciturn Captain Charles had loved the spectacle.

"Is there really a Bible verse like that?" Cindy asked after the room had cleared.

"No, not that I know of." I said, grinning, then leaned forward. "But I'll bet that fucker will be up all night looking for it." Everyone started laughing again.

Part 22 - The Saga Continues

If I thought that Ikea would lay low and keep out of the way, I was mistaken. I had hardly had time to digest lunch, which I had treated my MCD team to, when word came out that Timothy and Jeanine Olivet had been arrested upon returning to their home. Unfortunately the arresting patrolmen were loyal to Ikea, and he was waiting for them. The Olivets were separated and brought into separate interrogation rooms.

"We know that you are Jack Burke's brother, Timmy." Steven Ikea thundered as he interrogated Tim Olivet. It appeared that he had been doing some homework. In truth, Lainie Evans in I.T. had found out and told him before Myron had had a chance to tell me. "We know you're Michael and Eleanor Burke's son. We know you've been living under another name and hiding for years. Why have you been hiding, creep?"

"So what, asshole?" Olivet said firing back at Ikea.

"I'll tell you so what, moron." Ikea growled. "I think your brother came to town and began having an affair with your wife. I think you killed your brother when you had the chance. It's only a matter of time before we get the proof and put you away for life. Maybe even the syringe, mo-ron." Ikea threatened, meaning the death penalty.

"I didn't even know he was in town until I heard about his death on TV." Olivet said hotly.

"Yeah right. Your brother was fucking your wife, your brother recorded himself fucking your wife, and you killed your brother in revenge and to silence him!" Ikea shouted.

"Prove it, asshole."

Ikea began berating Tim Olivet, basically continuing to accuse him of the murder of Jack Burke and Marie Arruzio. Finally, Teresa Cunt stepped in.

"Steven, take a break. I'll talk to the guy." Ikea glared at her, but left the room.

"Okay, Tim." Teresa said. "He's off the handle. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I told you... I didn't even know Jack was in town until I heard he'd been murdered." Tim replied.

"So why did you leave town when you heard the news?" Teresa asked. "And why did you change your name and stay hidden all these years? Even if you're innocent, we need to know why."

"We were hiding from my brother and my parents." Tim said. "We didn't want them, especially my father, finding us." Tim then began telling his story of his past family life and problems with his family.

Author's note: For the many exciting sexual details of this story, please read "Big Brother In Every Way" when it is published, if it hasn't already been.

As he finished, Olivet said, "When we heard that Jack had been murdered here in Town, Jeanine and I decided to leave town in case someone would connect us to Jack, and then my parents would know who and where we were. But like I said, I didn't know Jack was here, I didn't know he was recently having sex with my wife."

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Steven Ikea was boiling. His body was still in pain from the attack he'd endured less than 48 hours before, that bastard Detective Don had humiliated him in front of virtually the entire Police Force and also had somehow recovered his gun, and he now had the Olivets in custody and they were clamming up.

He went into Jeanine Olivet's interrogation room. "All right, Mrs. Olivet. Why did you and your husband run away after finding out your lover Jack Burke had been murdered?"

"I want to see my husband." Jeanine Olivet replied. She was a beautiful woman, with very dark brown, almost black hair that she wore straight down almost to her waist. Her dress clung to and showed off her slender, perfectly shaped body, and her legs were dynamite. To say Tim Olivet had "outpunted his coverage" was an understatement.

"Not until I decide you can see him." Ikea said. "Now answer the question... why did you run away? And why were you hiding under assumed names for all these years?"

"I want a lawyer." Jeanine Olivet replied. "I will answer no questions without a lawyer present."

"You'll get a lawyer when I say you can have one." Ikea said menacingly. He began to browbeat the beautiful woman. "We know that you were having a sexual affair with Jack Burke, your husband's brother. How long were you fucking your brother in law, Mrs. Olivet?"