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Zafira sashayed over to Cole, standing beside his
“Get in,” he said brusquely.
“Hmmm, I don’t see anyone with you. I assume
I’m eating out tonight?”
“I said, get in!” Cole ordered.
“My, my! You’re even crankier than this morning.
Did you forget who you’re talking to?” Zafira
asked, her bright red eyes giving him a cold stare.
Cole quickly came to his senses. He was not
normally this temperamental. His rage and
impatience clouded his judgment.
“I’m sorry, Zafira,” he apologized. “I’ll explain on
“Apology accepted,” Zafira said. She opened the
passenger door. “Besides, the badass vibe doesn’t
work well for you.”
They drove from under the overpass onto the
access road. Zafira noticed Cole gripping the
steering wheel unusually tightly. He had a fierce,
fiery look in his eyes, a look of complete
“So, uh, where are we going?” she asked finally.
“Some colleagues at the station found some new
evidence on Maria’s murder. We are going to
make sure it checks out.”
“I thought you were supposed to bring me
dinner,” Zafira sighed.
“If it does check out, you’ll have your d–n
dinner, don’t worry,” Cole said coldly.
Zafira tossed him her signature devilish smile.
“Oh, I like it when you’re cold hearted!” She
leaned over and kissed the side of his neck. “It
really turns me on.”
Cole paid no mind to her tongue running up and
down his neck and her hand fondling his genitals
as he drove. He was focused, and not even a
sexy demon like Zafira could deter him from his
It was not a far drive to his destination. He
parked on the roadside next to a shabby set of
run-down houses. It was a very poor
neighborhood; Cole’s police instincts told him to
be on his guard here. He looked across the street
at a run-down white house. It had expanded
metal sheets over the windows to protect against
vandals, broken downspouts, chipped paint, an
untended yard, and several beat up cars in the
“Well this certainly isn’t the most romantic place
to dine,” Zafira said. “But I’m not going to be too
picky at this point. What are we doing here
“We’re looking for a man: Markus Santana. His
last known address is that shitty house over
there. The cars in the driveway suggest he is
inside. When he comes out, I need you to use
your mind reading ability to tell me if he killed
Zafira looked at him, confused. “And you suspect
the man who killed your wife lives in that
shithole? What do you base this on, exactly?”
“It’s a bunch of techno-babble you wouldn’t
understand,” Cole said. “You and technology
don’t get along, remember?”
“And yet here you are, using my magic for
confirmation. Oh, the irony.” Zafira said with a
A man opened the front door of the shabby house
just then, a very thin dark-skinned man with huge
unruly curly hair. He stepped from the porch and
walked to a car.
“That’s him!” Cole said. “Get everything you can
“I need him to look me in the eyes,” Zafira
The man was just about to get in his car when
Cole rolled down his window and whistled at
Markus. The man turned his gaze towards them,
and then showed Cole his middle finger. Zafira’s
eyes flashed red for an instant and went back to
their normal color.
“Well?” Cole asked impatiently.
Zafira sighed, “I’m sorry Cole, but it wasn’t him.
He has never stepped foot in your house.”
“What?” Cole shouted. “That can’t be! His prints
are on the f—–g bullet casing found at the
“Stop your shouting!” Zafira countered. “You
wanted me to tell you and I did. What reason
would I have to lie to you?”
“So you can finish this ritual thing you keep
vaguely mentioning that I still don’t know what
the hell it’s for.”
“It’s to find Maria’s killer. That is all you need to
know. Performing it has absolutely no benefit to
me. Now you can either take my word for it or I
can leave Chicago. The choice is yours.”
D–n it all! He thought for sure this was the big
break he needed. Perhaps he hoped for closure so
much that it, along with his rage, had made him
“I’m sorry,” Cole said. “Thank you for helping me.
I just want to put this all behind me, you know?”
“I’m aware,” Zafira said. “But this ended up being
a waste of time for the both of us. His soul isn’t
“Wait. Not corrupt? At all?”
“Well, his soul isn’t pure like yours, but he hasn’t
done anything bad either. Everything he was
charged with has been his brother Antonio’s
doing. Apparently his brother blames him for the
death of their mother who died giving birth to
Markus. Now that Antonio is a big shot lawyer,
Markus doesn’t want to ruin his image. So
instead, he takes the fall for everything Antonio
does, including the armed robbery that Antonio
did just for fun. All because ‘family always sticks
together’ or some nonsense. You humans do the
dumbest things sometimes.”
Cole felt like an a-s. Moments ago he was ready
to hang an innocent man. Now he felt sorry for
him. The CPD would be raiding his house
tomorrow hoping to find the revolver that
matched the bullet casing. If they find it, he
would likely go to prison, and whoever killed
Maria would walk away scot-free.
“Did he know anything about a 9mm Belgian
revolver?” Cole asked.
“It was a gift to Antonio from their father. Markus
doesn’t have it, so it is likely with Antonio.”
“Good,” Cole said. “At least the CPD won’t be
able to pin Maria’s murder on him.”
“There’s more,” Zafira said. “Markus knows
Antonio is one of many buyers in the s-x trade
organization you’ve been tracking. Travis Dunham
was also an old acquaintance of his.”
Cole started the car and put it in gear.
“Now where are we going?” Zafira asked.
“We’re going to pay Antonio a visit. I hope you’re
They arrived at Antonio’s imposing upscale house
on the far side of town. The lawyer lived in a
large two-story brick house with a gated
parameter and obvious security cameras.
“Well, Antonio is certainly living comfortably,”
“Yeah, at his brother’s expense,” Cole sourly
“He either must not like visitors or he has
something to hide.”
Cole observed the premises. “How do we get to
him? We don’t even know he’s inside.”
“Leave that to me. You stay here,” Zafira said.
Zafira slid from the car and walked to the gate.
She fluffed her hair, adjusted her bust line, and
then rang the buzzer while smiling for the camera.
A man’s voice emerged from the small intercom a
few moments later. “Who’s there?” the voice said.
“Hi, my name is… Jenny. I represent the
superiors of the late Travis Dunham and I’m here
on their behalf. I’m here to discuss new potential
“Come inside,” the voice said.
The steel gates opened. Zafira gave Cole a wink
and a smile, and then proceeded towards
Antonio’s front door.
Cole shook his head in amazement. “She makes it
look so easy,” he said to himself as the gates
closed behind her.
Before Zafira could knock, a dark skinned man
wearing a navy blue robe opened the door.
Antonio looked to be fresh from a shower, his hair
still wet and combed to one side. His eyes
scanned her up and down. He marveled at her
perfect body, and hungered. She also gazed upon
him with hungry eyes.
“Please, right this way,” he said, inviting her
Zafira walked in. Antonio closed the door behind
her. The interior was very upper-class, complete
with an ivory-white grand piano in the living
room, and impressive-looking paintings, sculpture,
pottery, and other modern art pieces throughout
the house. Antonio, it would seem, was quite the
“So, what is it you wish to discuss?” he asked.
Zafira turned toward him, invading his personal
space. She drew a line with her index finger down
his chest through the small gap in his robe. “First
I’d like to discuss where the bedroom is.”
“Pleasure before business, I like it!” he said
eagerly. “Come. It’s right upstairs.”
He took her hand and led the way up the stairs to
the master bedroom. Inside were a large four
poster bed, sumptuous bedroom furniture, and an
attached master bathroom with a large Jacuzzi
“Classy,” Zafira said as she left Antonio’s hand
and sat on the edge of the bed. She kicked off her
stilettos, and then pulled up the skirt of her dress
to her waistline. Antonio was instantly aroused
by the sight of her alluring trimmed p—y in plain
view. She lightly rubbed on her c–t with her index
finger, enticing him to come touch her.
And touch her, he did.
Antonio walked to her and knelt between her legs.
The sweet smell of her s-x was intoxicating. He
touched her swollen c–t with his tongue while she
manipulated herself. His tongue worked with her
fingers to quickly arouse Zafira. Her p—y juices
flowed like a steady stream, coating his chin
while he lapped at her c–t.
She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her
fingers within his hair, and bucked her hips
against his face. It was hard for Antonio to
breathe, but he was not about to complain. He
ingested her sweet nectar like manna straight
from Heaven. Zafira whimpered softly while
Antonio drank of her dripping s-x.
Antonio stood and disrobed. With his c–k hard
and his balls tight, he pressed his tip at her
entrance and plunged deep inside her. Her warm
damp p—y clenched around his c–k like a vice.
“My God! You are so tight, baby!” he praised her.
Zafira rolled her eyes. “Spare me the pillow talk
and f–k me!”
To Be Continued