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Chapter 1

Lenny had always loved long train rides, the way boredom goes into contemplating life and taking a hard look at all the choices, mishaps and disasters that had lead to its current state. During the last years they had been increasingly rare though, replaced by nightly drives to crime scenes that were just not the same. Too much focus on traffic, work and murder getting in the way, making it impossible to really think.

The past two hours had shown her just how much she missed the times when boy troubles, girl drama and social life had given her more than enough to think about. These days the harder she looked the less she found, her only real problem being the lack of problems.

Boy troubles and girl drama had stopped existing and the few people she had not become estranged from completely were now merely faint memories of better times. Occasionally they would surface to show her what she had left behind and how little she had gained in return.

One of those faint memories was the very reason Lenny was now on her way into the town she had never planned to visit again. He had surfaced – quite literally in fact – at the shore of the river they had used to swim in, throwing the town into chaos and fear as soon as an accident had been ruled out.

Even the wannabe cops leading the investigation had been able to determine that no one goes swimming in a river with his arms and legs tied up, and that it was highly unlikely he cut words into his own back. And that was how Lenny had even noticed the case, the town police had requested someone from the big city were real police work was done and murders happened more than once per decade. ‘You know the town, you know the people, here’s your ticket’ still rang inside her head, as well as her unspoken and unheard plea to send someone else.

But here she was, returning to a town she had left the moment she had gotten that job she had worked so hard for, wondering how the people of her past looked in the present.

The sun was disappearing behind the trees that had long replaced the city’s skyline and even the boring houses of the suburbs, the advance of the train rarely disturbed by stops at stations.

By the time the almost understandable speaker voice had informed her of their impending arrival at Merriweather station darkness had taken control of the sky as much as it already had of life. Lenny grabbed the duffel bag and suitcase she had brought along and made her way to the door.
She knew it would take the train another five minutes to come to a stop, but the fear of missing her stop seemed a lot more reasonable out here where trains did not come and leave every five minutes.

As the doors opened with the screeching sound of metal doors that should have been long replaced by the modern sound of depressurized air Lenny stepped out, finding the platform completely deserted.

The cold air and occasional light brought back memories, Lenny had spent many an hour waiting for trains here. Trains that would bring her out into the wild darkness that waited for her and her friends, lured them out and that their parents were so concerned about. But tonight it had brought her in and she was curious what exactly ‘in’ was.

She walked down the platform to the stairs and the small bridge that led to the station building that had long found a new use as a shooting range since no one needed station buildings anymore. As she set foot onto the ground at the other side she saw car lights approaching, presumably her

 

“Lenny, I had no idea they were sending you.”

“Yeah, someone in the department read ‘Merriweather’ and thought ‘we have just the right person for that’.”

“So cool, you’ll have to tell me how life has treated you since we last met. Feel like getting a drink at Obie’s? Everyone’s gonna be there tonight, I bet you can share some stories.”

“Yeah, how about how I left this town with so many good memories and have been dying to return.”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t all bad. You broke quite a few hearts when you disappeared in the middle of the night though.”

“Yeah sure.”

“No, I mean it. Remember I was tending the bar back then, I can tell you it was full of people crying into their beers for weeks over not asking you out when they still had the chance.”

“Funny, because I was under the impression few people would even care enough to say goodbye if I had told them beforehand.”

“How wrong you were. So, are you coming now?”

“You probably should just bring me to my room and fetch me in the morning, but you know what why not. It’s going to be good to see some of the old faces again. Yours too by the way.”

“Glad to see you kept that cute smile of yours under all that ice. Would have been a pity if you had lost it.”

Lenny involuntarily looked into the side window to find out she was actually smiling a bit. Maybe coming back here was more relaxing than she had expected.

“Last time I was here we were barely old enough to actually go drinking.”

“Yet you were.”

“As much as everybody else.”

“And then some. Always on the look for adventure, weren’t you?”

“Can’t deny that. I sort of miss the times every now and then, but only on the really bad days.”

“Well, let’s hope we’ll be able to keep you from having one of those for the foreseeable future. Almost there.”

“As if I’d forget how the roads look in the dark around here.”

“Right, right.”

He steered the car onto the little backroad that led to Obie’s bar, manouvering around potholes. Lenny could see the dim neon light appear in the distance, a sight she came back to in daydreams quite frequently. It had been one of the few places in town that lived up to her expectations of life and the setting of many a good story. Bad ones, too, nights of laughter and crying always equal opponents.

There were cars all over the place, as were the motorcycles and a variety of farming vehicles.

Lenny smiled. “Just like I left it.”

“You can say that twice, still the place to be in this town. Come on, we’ll get you something to drink and a few surprised faces to see.”

Lenny was surprised how good she felt coming back by now when she had wanted nothing less just hours ago. So much of the bad times had fallen prey to the years while the good ones still stood out, mixed with the beautiful sadness of nostalgia and thinking about times long gone.

The bar still had the invaluable quality of playing music at a volume that allowed conversation instead of destroying her ear drums like virtually any club and bar in the city did. A live act even, a young woman Lenny did not know who played a surprisingly good guitar and had a singing voice that told stories of its own, darker than a girl her age should sound.

Lenny followed Marc to the bar and tried to identify the faces at the dimly lit tables on the way. There were faces she recognized immediately, former classmates, friends and enemies that had survived the years without visible change. Others she glanced at and saw a different person than the one she had once known, shaped by life and its perils and with a certain sadness in their gaze.

Behind the bar she saw one of the people who hadn’t changed one bit, but in his case only because he had always looked like a friendly old man. The wrinkles in his face made Obie look like he was always amused and with few occasions that had been true. She wasn’t sure if he would recognize her face, but she would soon find out.

“Hey Obie, remember Lenny?”

He glanced over at her and smiled.

“What a nice surprise, aren’t you the one Marc always gave free drinks, to the point I had to tell him to stop to avoid us going broke?”

Lenny chuckled. “I doubt I drank that much, but yes, that would be me.”

“Well, it’s good to have you back. How long has it been? Six years?”

“Eight.”

“Impossible. So for old times’ sake your drinks are on the house tonight.”

“You are the best.”

“But that doesn’t extend to your tourist guide over there, better tell him that.”

“The tourist guide can hear you just fine.”

“I hope so. So, what do you want to drink while you tell me what brings you back?”

“That great dark stout still on your menu?”

“Sure is.”

“Great.”

A second later two bottles stood in front of them, apparently Marc wasn’t awarded a choice.

“She’s here to help us with Steve.”

“Ah, I had forgotten you hunt fucked up people for a living now. How’s crime in the city?”

“Louder, worse and more frequent than here I assume.”

“I can imagine, we haven’t seen a real murder for ten years or more now.”

Lenny nodded, she had still been in school when Merriweather had sunk in chaos after the mayor’s son had been found dead in the trunk of his car by the abandoned coal mine.
It had taken weeks before it had turned out that Papa’s boy had been playing the wrong kind of game with the wrong people, blackmailing two truck drivers that were dealing drugs on the side and didn’t take too kindly to the danger of being exposed.

“They still locked away?”

“Will be for the rest of their lives I hope. I heard one has a hearing in a year or two, but I can’t imagine he’s got much speaking in his favor.”

“Good to hear. So, can you tell me anything about Steve?”

“All work and no play, eh? Why don’t you enjoy the night and start working tomorrow?”

“Sorry, force of habit. Okay, who’s your singer? Do I know her?”

“Doubt it, I think she moved here only the year before you left or around that. Name’s Ellie. She’s good, isn’t she?”

“Quite the waste for a run-down place like this.”

“Good god, I missed your snarky attitude. Okay, I have some people to take care of, I’ll leave you two alone for a while.”

With a smile on her face Lenny turned around to Marc. “You’ve been awfully quiet”

“I enjoyed your banter too much.”

“Scored us free beer at least.”

“Cold like your heart.”

“Right-oh. Tell me something about you, how have you spent the last eight years?”

He shrugged. “Not much actually. I got the job as the Sherrif’s assistant and lived a life of law since.”

“Sounds familiar. Women?”

A short smile appeared on his face. “I’m married to Irene for two years now.”

That surprised Lenny, she would have never put the two together if someone had asked here.

“For real? I never liked her much, but I guess she must have some hidden qualities.”

“Aw, she’s a better soul than you think.”

“I can’t imagine her as the stay-at-home mum.”

“She’s not, keeps the newspaper alive.”

“That’s more like her. Okay, I’ll award her the benefit of doubt.”

“I’m honored by your trust. So what about you?”

Lenny shook her head. “Nothing solid. Longest I’ve managed were four months, but I was on the brink of killing that guy by the end and have stayed single since.”

“I guess you’ll settle down when the rest of us start settling into our graves. Feel like meeting a few people?”

Lenny nodded. “But only a few okay? I’ll get to see plenty of them by the time we are finished so I figure we can start with some friendly faces.”

“I saw Janina on our way in, the two of you always got along right?”

“Occasionally.”

They both smiled, Janina had been her best friend and even though reuniting would be weird Lenny was looking forward to seeing her.”

She let Marc lead the way since she had not seen Janina yet, but as soon as she discovered her a couple of tables away her heart sank. It seemed that little of the life hungry and always smiling person she had liked so much had remained. Instead she looked twenty years older than she was and had the empty eyes Lenny had encountered a few too many times during her investigations. Normally only people who expected nothing of life anymore and still managed to get less wore it, but Lenny swallowed her thoughts and put up a smile as Marc and her slipped into two free chairs opposite of her.

For a brief moment Lenny was glad to see the expression in Janina’s eyes change, but then realized it hadn’t changed in a positive way.

“Lenny, what a surprise. Have you decided to descend upon us mortals again?”

Lenny could see Marc stiffen up in the corner of her eye and put up a hand before he could open his mouth.

“I must say, I was kinda hoping us reuniting would involve hugs and smiles.”

“What did you expect, the world keeps turning and the people you leave behind change. If you don’t change with them you might find they are not the people you once knew.”

It hurt to see a childhood friend address her with such open disdain, even hatred. But fine, if she wanted a bitch-fight she could have it.

“All I see is that you changed from a lively person into a salty hag, and yes that surprises me.”

The look in Janina’s eyes was pure hatred now and Lenny realized that if anything her first impression had been underestimated.

“You should leave now, that’s what you are good at, anyway.”

 

Lenny had heard enough so she got up and was about to turn around with another word, but then turned back around and rested her palms on the table, looking her straight into the eyes.

“You know, I expected this very behaviour from a lot of people here, but not from my best friend.”

Then she turned around and left the table, her half empty beer and the bar in her wake, stepping outside to catch some fresh air. The nostalgic high she had felt for the past hour was gone, evaporated in the fire of hatred and leaving an emptiness behind that she could have done without.

Marc had followed her out and as the door closed with a thump and drowned out the music he stepped closer, putting an arm around her shoulder. Her first instinct was to push it away, but then Lenny let it happen and felt a bit of life return into her body, mind and soul.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anything like that would happen.”

Lenny shook her head and let out a sigh. “Yeah, me neither. But I guess I should have known, and I assume it’s my fault for never getting in touch.”

She felt the arm around her shoulder tighten a bit. “Don’t think it’s your fault, with a reaction like that there is more wrong with her than just a friend leaving town.”

“I noticed she looks to be in a really rough shape, what exactly happened to her?”

“Nothing, really. She drinks a lot, fucks a lot, works a little. Guess that lifestyle does that to you. Still no excuse for how she acted in there.”

It felt good to talk to someone, but at the same time she couldn’t stand someone being understanding now. She felt more like punching someone in the face, and Marc somehow didn’t seem like the right recipient for a good punch right now. She wiggled free from his arm and walked over to their truck to jump up and sit down on the hood. Marc took his clue and leaned against the wall, looking at her with a wry smile.

“I assume you have no interest in meeting some other people?”

Lenny snapped back into a reality where shooting a former friend in a busy bar wasn’t a viable option and smiled against her will.

“Oh god, no. Besides, I’ve kept you from your wife for long enough, better bring me to the hotel so we can catch some sleep.”

“Oh don’t mind her, she’ll be fast asleep by now, I told her it could get late since I had to fetch our expert from the station. But as you wish, hop on in and we’ll get you home.”

Lenny thought that she had not called this place home ever since she had sold the house for half its value and left, but in a way it still was. She jumped back down and walked over to the passenger side before she climbed into her seat. The engine woke to life with a satisfying roar and Marc turned around in his seat as he reversed out of the parking lot.

As soon as the bar disappeared in the darkness behind them Lenny realized that the silence of the backroad was just as enjoyable as the train ride had been, especially when she rolled down the window and breathed the chilly night air.

“It’s beautiful here.”

Marc looked over and nodded with a smile. “I often go for a ride in the middle of the night, gets my head free you know?”

Lenny nodded silently as she stared out of the window.

“You know”, Marc said, “if you aren’t too tired we can stop for a second, I have a couple beers in the cooler and we can talk about old times without any bitches getting in the way.”

That put some life back into Lenny, she very much liked the idea of not going to bed with murder phantasies flowing through her head.

“Absolutely, I didn’t even get to finish my beer.”

As he stopped the truck at the side of the road Marc chuckled slightly. “I was surprised you didn’t hit her over the head with it.”

“I should have.”

The truck rolled out on the gravel road and with the engine killed the noise of the tires was audible, kicking pebbles around for a second.
Lenny leaned back into the seat and let out a sigh, trying to rid her mind of all anger. As soon as she had half succeeded she opened her eyes and found the driver’s side empty and the door open. She opened her own door and looked out to the back where she found Marc climbing into the bed and opening a small cooler.

“You coming?”

Lenny grabbed the roof and climbed directly from her seat into the bed, something she had always loved doing. Just one of the things she missed, the only people driving trucks in the city were the kind of guys who worried about their paintjobs.

Before she had fully settled down and leaned against the sidewall next to Marc she already had a beer in her hand and felt the first sip running down her throat, refreshingly cold and strangely healing.

“Okay, you first. How’s life out there been treating you?”

Lenny looked up into the sky as if the stars had the answers to that question.

“I think I can say I enjoy it. I’ve always wanted to become a cop, and that has turned out especially well for me. Didn’t think I’d get promoted to murder squad so quickly, and if I help you guys solve this case I might even get my own little command in a year or two.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, but frankly the rest of my life has taken a downhill turn more than I ever expected.”

“How’s that?”

“You know, the good gets old quick and you start seeing the bad. More so if the bad is your job of course, but in general. Out here I have time to think about myself, at home I don’t have it but still lie awake all night wondering where my social life went and why I keep doing what I do. That kind of stuff, you know? And then you realize everyone else is in various stages of fighting the same fight and then you start seeking the darkness because it’s the only honest thing.”

“I want to make jokes about calling one of your shrinks, but I actually know what you mean. I sometimes have to get out here, away from everyone and just think. Wonder where my life took the turns leading to this point, why I ended up marrying and working as a police officer when I was a barkeeping student with no plans at all not long ago.”

“Exactly what I mean. My colleagues don’t understand that, they all fear solitude from the depth of their hearts and can’t stand silence for more than five minutes, but they are what keeps me sane.”

“Couldn’t have said it better.”

“Okay, but it’s your turn now, what’s your favorite case you worked?”

“Oh I don’t know, I bet most of our stuff is boring against yours.”

“Actually most of mine is more sickening than interesting.. Come on, tell me.”

“Hm, good question. Funniest first?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, so one day Mike Earl’s car was stolen. You know how it is, normally no one does anything besides getting angry when their car goes missing for a day. Someone is going to bring it back with a sixpack and an apology for taking it while drunk. Two days and people expect the worst, from getaway vehicle in the jewelry theft of the century to not one but two corpses stashed in the trunk and the car pushed into the lake.”

Lenny couldn’t help but chuckle already, she had missed this way of exxaggarated storytelling.

“So it’s been two days and we hadn’t been able to locate the car.”

“How can a car go missing that long around here?”

“Exactly what people were thinking. Around this time it was all but certain the car had been stolen and used in the most nefarious crimes imaginable, especially since it was then found standing on the little backroad leading from the coal mine up to the water mill when we only looked as far as the actual mine.”

“Come on, don’t torture me.”

“Okay, okay Miss impatient. We get the call and move up there in full gear, everything we could reasonably carry. We didn’t want to make mistakes, every trace of a trace would be secured and recorded. Well, it turns out that the car Mike had bought was a decommissioned police car, all reduced to civilian spec apart from the rear doors not being able to be opened from the inside as long as the switch was pulled.
Since Mike hadn’t needed the rear seats until then he hadn’t noticed and so when its unlucky thieves borrowed a ride to make out in they were locked inside, equally embarrassed and thankful for us rescuing them.”

Lenny giggled slightly thinking about the look on their faces.

“Come on, who was it?”

Marc smiled broadly. “Irene and Felix. Actually that’s how Irene and I got talking a bit more.”

“Okay, that’s definitely funny, I can imagine that must have been a bit embarrassing.”

“I might or might not have pulled some strings to keep her name out of the reports and she wrote the article for the newspaper that only mentioned an ‘unnamed date’.”

“How utterly criminal of you two.”

“I assume the public would agree if word got out.”

“My lips are sealed. Okay, my turn. I don’t think I have anything really funny, most people we meet during our cases hardly ever smile.”

“Okay, then let’s jump right to the dark side, it’s the better one anyway.”

Lenny smiled and leaned back a bit further, taking another sip while she thought about all the things that shouldn’t have turned out the way they did.

“I lost my partner about two years ago now.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, that was phrased wrong, sorry. It turned out he was the killer our taskforce was after.”

“Woah, that’s even worse. How’d you find out?”

“Far too late, but let me start from the beginning. Our taskforce was assembled to find a killer who killed women all over the city, seemingly at random. Same MO each time, he tied them up and made them kneel down to put a bullet through the back of their heads. No connections the cops could make out so the FBI was called on the plan. So we set to work, start digging deeper. We go back years trying to find the connection and it’s driving us all crazy because we know nothing. No connection, nothing about the killer, the victims all seemed to be reasonably law abiding citizens. No gang affiliations, arrests only for getting too drunk or driving too fast or maybe hitting a spouse here and there. Nothing to get a vigilante killer onto them.”

“More dead people during the investigation?”

Lenny nodded. “Three. Same deal with them, nothing really standing out other than one of them accusing our guy of rape five years ago.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, in retrospect. But then we brushed it right off, didn’t even dig deeper because he said it was a bullshit charge and no one thought he would kill several people just to mask his real target. I remember thinking that of our lot he was probably the sanest. Well, here’s the really sick part. The night of our third murder since we picked up the investigation he was actually with me, we had sex and drank wine, not necessarily in that order.”

“No way.”

“Yep. But that turned out to be his downfall. But I’m getting ahead of myself. He left me around eleven in the night, said he wanted to get home to catch some sleep. That night we received a call from our night watch, someone had called in a body in an alley so we all go check it out. Nothing new so far, but a couple days later I get called to Jim, who led the Taskforce. Said he needed me to clear up a small detail in my routine report since I only wrote in mine that I had been with this somebitch until late in the evening and he had written 1AM.”

“I see where this is headed.”

“Yeah, that gave him an alibi for a time he shouldn’t have needed one for. Could have been a mistake on his side, but with one of the victims linked to him Jim and I got curious, started running our own little investigation into him. It started looking a lot worse for him the deeper we dug. She accused him, maybe even falsely after consensual sex, and that really fucked up his career. He had been on track for a taskforce of his own or even one of the more political ranks, but with that black mark on his vita there was no way he would ever get promoted again. So since we had absolutely nothing Jim and I figured this was our best chance to make any leeway, still hoping we could clear a name in the process. But now that we knew he had faked one alibi we double-checked his others. Two seemed to hold up until the end, but the others slowly crumbled away. We had no proof but I still decided I’d go see him at his apartment, I simply had to do something. He opens and lets me in and I try to start making conversation. The first thing he says is ‘if you plan on taking me out of here alive I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed’, then puts a gun to my head. He said he was going to give me ten seconds to pull my gun and shoot him, otherwise he’d pull the trigger.”

“Fuck, what’d you do?”

“Pull my gun, pull the trigger. Had no problems saying I had to fight for my life, especially since we found some small trophies he had taken in a box behind a fake outlet.”

“Phew, crazy.”

“You can say that twice. But you know what I never told anyone until now?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t kill him because he killed people, or even because he had tricked me. I simply shot him to erase this living sign of my bad judgement, I basically shot a part of me and not him. Can you imagine that?”

“Actually, I can understand that. Can I tell you something? I can’t tell anyone and frankly I shouldn’t tell you, either.”

Lenny turned her head over and saw the same underlying sadness she felt herself mirrored in his gaze. “I promise I won’t think bad of you.”

It was visible that Marc had to fight with himself to tell her, and the moment he opened his lips Lenny realized she hadn’t had anyone who trusted her enough to tell her secrets no one else knew for many years.

“Okay. We have a missing person case, one of only three open ones as far as our files go back. And you know why?”

Lenny started to feel goosebumps appear on her arms and even though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the rest of the story she whispered: “Why?”

“Because I killed him, and then buried him deep in the woods.”

Lenny nodded, strangely enough feeling the shivers subside. She knew that if someone as good at heart as Marc had killed someone there had to have been a reason.

“What’d he do?”

Marc looked at her with a thankful gaze, then spit out with deep seated hatred: “That fucker was just about to rap. Melanie. You still remember her?”

“Of course, she was one grade below us. Never had much to do with her though.”

“Yeah me neither, and it was pure luck I was there. He had grabbed her from a bus stop and driven her out into the woods where no one ever goes, unless they are hiking to a small creek like I did sometimes. The part that really made me snap was how she yelled for my help and he simply turned around and said ‘There’s no problem here, she’s just having second thoughts’. I had brought my rifle that day and I still have that casing of the bullet I shot him with.”

“Fuck. But I am sure that’s one of the times where you did the right wrong thing. What about her?”

“She was really thankful and made me promise not to tell her parents because they would send her away to a boarding school somewhere. So I made her promise not to tell anyone I shot him and since then we’ve kept it our secret.”

“When was that?”

“Not too long after you left, maybe a year.”

“Well, a secret that has survived seven years has a good chance of surviving another.”

“You know, I’m so glad you came back, even if just for a while. I have missed talking to a friend.”

Lenny slung her arm around him and hugged him from the side. “I have missed having actual friends. I’ll still have to go back, but I’m pretty sure it won’t take me another eight years before I come back here. Thank you for showing me that life here had its good sides as well.”

They looked each other in the eye and Lenny understood no words were necessary between them. She swung her leg over Marc and came to sit in his lap, only moments before their lips found each other and they didn’t let go of each other until they were both out of breath.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you”, Lenny smiled, then pulled her back in for another long kiss.

“You’ve always been on my ‘I wish I had when I had the chance’ list. Let’s just forget the outside world for one night, okay?”

“What outside world?”

That were the last words they spoke for an eternity, neither of them could let go of the other, even to undress. They spent an hour smiling, kissing and giggling before Lenny finally let go of Marc, but only long enough to get out of her faded black hoodie she loved so much. The shirt needed another five minutes, but then they both broke away and undressed in record time, finding an uncomfortable bed with only the padding of their clothes in the bed of the truck.

There was no hurry, no need to rush to an orgasm and Lenny had no intent of catching any sleep until the sun rose. They moved slowly, exploring each other’s bodies with lips and fingers, never losing the contact they had craved for years without knowing it.

When Lenny saw the first sunrays appear behind the trees they finally started moving a bit faster, then in the blink of an eye she found herself on her back, the ridges of the truck liner pressing into her as hard as Lenny pushed into her, the past hours of experience with each other allowing them to come almost perfectly at the same time. Marc rolled over to the side, but still they couldn’t let go of one another and fell into a restless slumber for an hour or two until the cold morning air had crept into each and every bone and prevented Lenny from falling back asleep.

She didn’t want to wake Marc just yet, just like she wasn’t ready to let reality return into her life. Instead she leaned back against the cold metal sidewalls and watched the sunrise for half an hour, thinking about nothing and everything and all that lay in between.

The solitude was deafening, even though birds had slowly started to chirp and the faint noise of a tractor engine reached her ears. Lenny grabbed her hoodie and snuggled into it, thankful for its protection like so many times before. Still bottomless she couldn’t help but reach down and feel her still sensitive pussy, and before long she had lost the fight against herself and was reliving the past night.

Her shivering and moaning apparently had the potential to wake Marc up when the sun and birds hadn’t, and so so she found herself in the slightly embarrassing situation of pleasuring herself next to a naked man. That naked man didn’t seem to mind one bit though, for as soon as his tired eyes had assessed the situation a smile appeared on his face.

“I’d help you out, but I’m afraid you really took a toll on me last night.”

She smiled back, unwilling to stop now, and frankly unashamed in front of the man she had just slept with despite his intact marriage.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Don’t be, that’s a sight I don’t get to see everyday.”

“Mh, then tell me how our day will play out.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I get off on efficiency, so let’s use the time.”

Her fingers were moving faster and faster, and even though she only listened to Marc on one ear she found herself in that perfect state of masturbation where she was able to think five thoughts at the same time and process more information than a super computer.

“Okay, let’s see. We’ll need to get you checked in at the hotel, I’ll shower at the station and then head home really quick to see Irene. By the way, I’ll say we got so drunk that I didn’t want to wake her up and we both slept in the department waiting room, how’s that sound?”

“Good.” She was amused herself about how drawn out that ‘good’ ended up being, perfectly expressing how little regret she felt about sleeping with a married man, discussing how he should lie to his wife and coming to the thought of how ashamed she should normally be.

As soon as the orgasm subsided they both went searching for the rest of their clothes, not without another long kiss and Marc fondling with her breasts as if he had never seen any before.

“They look even better in daylight.”

“I’m afraid you shouldn’t get too accustomed to the sight.”

“Hence why I make such good use of my remaining time. I want to say I really enjoyed our time together, but I know it can’t go on like that.”

Lenny moved in closer and smiled. “I can tell you I’ll have just as hard of a time working alongside you as you will, but I don’t have a wife to go home to.”

“I’m sure we’ll find the time to repeat this before you leave.”

“Let me know.”

They shared a short, secretive laughter before they finally got dressed and headed back into the front seats.

“It’s still early, we can drive to the department to work on our cover while I fill you in on the case so far, then we head out and get breakfast.”

“Good plan. Start from the beginning, I’m afraid my information so far is ‘someone was dumped in a river with symbols carved into his back’, I don’t even know the cause of death.”

“Strangled, presumably from behind while kneeling. I am not sure if you even remember Carl Stevenson? He lived pretty far out, down by the lake.”

Lenny shook her head. “Never really hung out with the lake folks. Related to Sven?”

“That he is, his uncle to be precise. Moved here a good fifteen years ago, hasn’t left much of a mark since if you ask me. I’ve hardly ever seen him myself, but now he’s dead and finally turned up on my radar.”