Chapter Eight

Jon settled back in his tan leather laz-e-boy chair. He had ESPN on the large screen plasma TV but wasn’t really watching it, even though it was a rerun of the Giants game at Dallas Cowboys. The tree was decorated and had pride of place in the corner of the room. It wasn’t a real one as had been planned as he hadn’t really planned on how they were going to transport it home and he’d had to admit defeat, with Abby sniggering in the background, when he’d tried and failed to get the tree fixed to the top of his car. He knew Abby couldn’t help him but it had pissed him off somewhat that she’d just sniggered as he’d fought with the tree. In the end he’d just given up and had left it in the car park for someone else to take. They had picked up a 6ft plastic one, much to Jon‘s chagrin, on the way home, as well as spending quite a few hours and quite a bit of money on outfitting Abby with a complete new wardrobe. Jon didn‘t care about the cost, just that Abby was happy. The tree was black, which had been Abby‘s choice, which had taken her well over an hour to decorate. Jon had to admit it did look impressive, with the neon blue lights and silver decorations, but he was still disappointed not to have that fresh pine smell that he’d come to associate Christmas with.

It was well past midnight but he wasn’t sleepy; tired but not sleepy. Abby had gone off to bed at about 10pm and he’d been left, pottering about in the huge house. Although Abby had only been living in the house for two days it felt empty when she wasn’t around. He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. A steaming cup of hot chocolate sat untouched by his arm. His mobile buzzed and he picked it up. It was Obie calling.

“Hey Obie.”

“Oh good you’re awake. I have some news. You might not like it though.”

“Tell me.” Jon was instantly alert, all previous signs of tiredness had gone.

“Ok, well we’ve managed to trace Abigail Jennifer Anderson. She was born on 24th September 1970 in Carshalton, Surrey to David and Anna Anderson. Shortly after her birth they moved to a suburb of Kent called Belvedere which is where they lived, quite uneventfully, until December 1986. I’ve got all her school reports and medical reports, don’t ask me how, as I’d have to shoot you, but, and this is where it gets weird, everything stops after 15th December 1986. I have a visit to the doctors for a cold on the 15th December and then nothing. Zip, nada, zilch. It’s as if Abigail just disappeared off the face of the planet. I’ve had my guys checking to see whether they moved to another part of England or even moved country but nothing so far. As far as we can find out they didn’t have passports issued in their names so…”

“That is weird. Just vanished? Have you checked death certificates? Maybe her parents died. I just don’t know what else to think.” Jon was completely flummoxed.

On that note Jon said his goodbyes and sat back, his mind going crazy.


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“Sutton! In my office, now!”

Luke looked up as his captain shouted. He got up from his desk which was strewn with paperwork, mostly relating to the Slasher case.

“You hollered Captain?” Luke said as he sauntered into the small office.

“I want you to look into this case.” Captain Andrew Phillips said as he handed over a manila folder.

“As well as the Slasher case?” Luke asked, puzzled.

“Instead of the Slasher case. Now before you start, I’ve already spoken with Graves and he’s informed me that you have no new leads. Now unless you can tell me that’s incorrect then I expect you to follow up on this case.”

Luke flipped through the folder.

“Missing persons? Since when do we deal with missing persons?” he asked, annoyance creeping into his voice.

This was just full of shit. He was in the middle of a full on murder investigation and to be pulled off to find some missing woman was just…shit, that’s what it was.

“We look for missing persons since the order came down from on high. Her name is Jenna Riley, she was reported missing after thanksgiving and the person who reported her is the Commissioners nephew. Now I don’t like it as much as you don’t, all this political bullshit, but you know as well as I do, the Commissioner says jump, we say how high,” Captain Phillips took a breath and looked at Luke.

“Luke, just look into it as far as you can go and then we can hand it back. Ok?”

“Lip service?”

“Exactly. We’re gonna do this by the book. We’ve been asked to ‘look’ into it and look is what we’ll do. Then you can get back to finding this murderous son of a bitch.”

“Ok Captain.” Luke felt a bit happier. He could make a few phone calls, find out a few things and then legitimately, having looked into it, give the case back to missing persons. He walked back to his desk and began the task of reading the file.

Her name was Jenna Riley, she was 38 and worked for US Rock, a heavy metal/ rock magazine, based in Manhattan. She’d been due to go into work on Thanksgiving to finish up an article, as she’d had some vacation time coming up, but hadn’t turned up. Nothing much had been done until after she’d been due back to work. Her boss, Steve Hallitt, the Commissioners nephew, had called her and left messages and after two days of calling, had called his uncle. To give him his dues the Commissioner had advised his nephew to go through the proper channels but as it was coming up to three weeks and nothing, Mr Hallitt had pulled a few strings. Luke didn’t really blame him, he just wished he hadn’t been handed the case.

Taking a sip of the luke warm coffee on his desk, he pulled he phone towards him and began the arduous task of phoning everyone on the list that he’d need to speak to.

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Abby woke up with a big smile on her face. Today was the day she was getting that damned plaster cast off her leg. It was itching her something crazy and she just knew her leg would be hairy and covered in dead skin cells. She pulled a face as she thought of the huge task of shaving it after the cast was removed but smiled as she thought of the sensation of lowering said leg into a bath full of hot bubbly water. She sat up with a stretch and yawned. Bright sunlight filtered through a chink in the heavy silk curtains. She looked at the clock.

It was 9:07am. The earliest she’d woken for a very long time.

She pushed back the heavy comforter and got out of bed, glaring at the hated cast. She picked up a towel and clumped her way to the bathroom. Although she felt rested her head wasn’t yet awake and so although she noticed the bathroom was steamy, she failed to notice that the shower was still running and that Jon was in it.

Jon stood under the hot spray, his eyes closed. He hadn’t slept very well as all sorts of things had been going through his mind. Where had Abby disappeared to? What had happened to her? He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear the shower door open until he heard a sharp and quite surprised squeak behind him.

Not thinking he turned round to find a wide eyed and blushing Abby looking at him. Correction, a wide eyed, blushing and naked Abby looking at him.

“Morning babe.” he said, through the steam, “Coming in?”.


Abby stared in shock at the naked man in front of her. How one person could be so beautiful, inside and out, was a mystery to her. She stared at his sculptured, muscular chest, well developed arms and powerful thighs and gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, even in the steam. She knew she was blushing and, from the goose bumps on her skin, vaguely remembered she was naked. She just couldn’t move, like deer in headlights.

Jon cocked his head at her, smiling. Christ! She was fit. Curves in all the right places, soft creamy skin, a biteable ass and breasts he could spend all day stroking and playing with. He grinned wryly and, reaching out an arm, took her of her hand and led her, quite unresisting, into the heat of the shower and his embrace.

“You were letting the cold in.” he murmured before lowering his head to kiss her.

Abby felt her stomach muscles tense and then drop as molten liquid. She felt his hands, the callused fingertips grazing her skin, skimming the sides of her breasts and down to her waist, where he held her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the heat and tenderness of his kiss.

Jon groaned as he felt the softness of her skin under his fingers. God he wanted her right this moment. He felt himself harden against her belly as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in closer to her.

Abby smiled to herself. What on earth had she been worried about? To be held in this man’s arms was just the most wonderful feeling she’d ever known and she just wanted to be lost in him.

Their kiss deepened. Jon pushed Abby up against the wall of the shower cubicle away from the spray. He bent his head and took a nipple into his warm mouth. Abby closed her eyes, giving into the intense heat that was building in her lower stomach. She clutched at his head, running her fingers across his scalp, alternatively scratching then soothing the wet skin.

Jon explored her body, running his fingertips over her ass and round her thighs, feeling the soft downy hair tickle the back of his hands as he gently stroked her mound.

Abby jumped, groaning aloud, as she felt Jon touching her. Her stomach had long since dropped away into nothingness, leaving behind a pit of molten liquid. She shifted slightly to allow him access. She felt wanton and free and safe.

Jon ran his fingertips lightly up the inside of her thigh. He could feel her heat and groaned as he touched her warmth. He stroked the hot satiny skin until he found the hard nub of nerve endings. He leant in and nuzzled her neck, feeling her jump as he pinched down on her clitoris. He smiled to himself as he slipped a finger inside her, marvelling at the warmth and tightness.

Abby could feel her legs beginning to buckle as white lightening shot through her.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.

She thought as Jon wrapped his strong arms around her, pinning her up against the warm tiles. She was panting as he slowly pumped his finger in and out. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart beating wildly, as her world spiralled away from her, she closed her eyes tightly, little neon dots dancing in the darkness. Her stomach clenched once then fell away as she was tipped over the abyss.

Jon could feel her orgasm approaching and wanted nothing more than to bury himself deeply inside her and never resurface. He tried to slow his breathing but just the thought of bringing this beautiful creature to orgasm was too much for him and with his free hand he began to stroke his dick. One part of his brain immediately thought of the old trick of rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time before it shut down as he was lost in sensations. The vibrations of Abby’s groans shooting through his chest, the tightness of her clenching around his sodden finger and the touch of his own hand all combined to produce the most intense and forceful orgasm he’d had in a long time, if ever. His heart thudded in his chest as he waited for his breathing to slow down. He could feel Abby slumped slightly against him, shivering slightly, even in the heat of the water. He lowered his head until his chin rested on her head and closed his eyes, smiling.

What a great start to the day.

Opening his eyes he looked down and grinned.

“I think your plaster cast got a bit wet.” he said, smiling.

Two sets of eyes looked down at the sodden, pulpy plaster cast and both of them burst into giggles.