A Treasure Found

It looked as if Becky wanted to say something more, but then decided not to. She stood up and slipped away into the crowd, leaving Davidson to deal with the distasteful memories that continued to haunt him.

Once she was gone, Davidson was free to observe the girls. Because all of the seats were taken they grasped onto the overhead straps, their lithe bodies jerking with the motions of the train. They were dressed in the required uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt and white blouse, and carried books bags over their shoulders. He couldn’t help but notice their perky breasts jiggling beneath the cotton fabric, as if tempting him. When his cock stirred he looked to their faces, watching as they smiled and playfully slapped at one another. Their voices were angelic, but he couldn’t make out the words. Just watching those beautiful girls was reward enough.

Davidson had gotten into the habit of patting his pants, reassuring himself that the ring was still there. He checked frequently, and did it again when watching the twins. Upon feeling its presence, he relaxed. He didn’t trust leaving it anyplace where it might be taken from him.

Davidson knew he couldn’t watch the twins forever. They were both seventeen, soon to be eighteen, and would be going off to college and starting their own lives. He decided their eighteenth birthday would be the cutoff. That’s when he’d have to stop caring about their welfare. He’d already more than satisfied Schroeder’s request.

He didn’t follow them all the way to school. He debarked at an earlier station and left them to their own devices. He wasn’t sure why he watched them. Maybe it was because they made him feel young and vibrant again. His cock stirred just thinking about those gorgeous girls, and again he felt for the ring. It was there, just as it should be.

Cases were assigned and opened; burglaries, assaults, homicides. Suspects were interrogated and charged. The girls had grown accustomed to his intermittent presence in their lives and often acknowledged him with a wave or smile. The days turned into weeks, and his obsession with the twins was about to end. Their birthdays were tomorrow, and would be celebrated at the house with a large formal gathering of friends and family. Betty would undoubtedly milk the event for all of the social points she could possibly squeeze from it. 

Davidson was handed a high-profile drug case and was tied up for a week as he attempted to separate fact from lies. He was at his desk reviewing witness statements when a mini-cassette recorder appeared before his eyes. He looked up and saw Schroeder. The play button was pressed and Davidson listened to the statement.

After Schroeder’s voice announced the preliminary information, the voice of a young woman sounded, identifying herself as Tracy Weathers. Davidson was startled and looked up at Schroeder for confirmation. The officer nodded.

“I was at the library standing between rows of books when I felt hands reach around me. I froze and my voice caught in my throat. I didn’t know what to do. His fingertips lightly danced over the bottom over my breasts, touching me through my blouse. I felt all warm and tingly and grew weak at the knees. His fingers and palms were fondling my boobs all over and squeezing on my swollen nipples. I was scared and excited at the same time. I felt this pressure in my chest and couldn’t find my voice. His mouth started kissing and nibbling on my neck. That tickled and made my belly real warm.

There was a tugging and I looked down at the source. His fingers popped open two blouse buttons, just enough to fit his hand through. It slowly moved beneath my blouse and touched my bare boob. The soft warmth of his fingers felt so wonderful on my skin. I knew it was wrong and I wanted to tell him to stop, but that pressure kept me from saying anything. He squeezed on my boob and nipple and I started feeling lightheaded, so I leaned back against him for support. My heart was racing and I was hoping somebody would see us and make him stop, but nobody did.

“He stood there kissing and touching me for what had to be at least five minutes. It almost seemed like he was waiting for something. Finally a hand reached down and slipped beneath my skirt and panty waistbands and touched me between the legs. His fingertips probed my pussy slit and teased my enlarged clit, and I couldn’t help it as waves of pleasure rippled through me. It took my breath away and my belly got so warm and tingly. I didn’t want to be wet but I was. I could hear a slight squishing sound when he rubbed me down there. When his finger placed pressure at my canal opening, I got so shaky and woozy that I almost fainted. It pushed as if to penetrate me and the tip did just slightly, just enough to make me know what he wanted to do to me.

“When his hands pulled away, I still felt lightheaded and off-balance. He held my right arm and guided me across a reading area and to a wall where several closed doors were located. He seemed to know exactly where we were heading and he opened one door, as if the whole thing had been carefully planned out. Once inside the door was closed and locked. There was a computer desk and chair, and not much more. He kept hold of my arm and he sat down on the chair, pulling me onto his lap facing him with my legs straddling his waist. For a few seconds our eyes locked. When he smiled, my entire body seemed to get weak, and I became so much more aware of how aroused he’d gotten me.

“I no longer had any will to resist. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, and mine kissed back. They were soft, and warm, and tasted so sweet. When the tip of his tongue pressed against my lips my mouth opened for him, and this thick tongue filled my mouth. I hadn’t kissed much and I really wasn’t good, but I seemed to know instinctively how to kiss him back with my tongue. I had to admit that it felt wonderful to finally experience what had been denied me, but there was an underlying fear in my gut that I couldn’t shake.

“His fingers popped open the remaining buttons of my blouse and pushed it open. Both hands cupped and caressed my bare perky boobs, and I leaned forward as I wanted him to touch me harder. My nipples were as hard as diamonds as he took them between thumb and index finger, twisting and pinching on the pink nubs. I kept pushing chest against his hands until his fingers started tweaking on my nipples until sharp jolts of pain were felt. I eased off a few seconds and pressed against his hands again, and I quickly learned I could control the harshness of his touching in that manner.

“He acted like we had all the time in the world. We tongue kissed hard and fast for what had to have been fifteen or twenty minutes. When I wanted to feel the sharp stinging pain I pressed against him, and then I pulled away when it became too much. But more and more I discovered that I liked it, until I was pressing my boobs into his hands non-stop. I softly yelped in pain and moaned in pleasure, the two mixing and becoming one. The warmth in my belly flared into a burning fire of desire, and my pussy ached for attention. My ass started rubbing against his crotch, indicating to him that I was fully aroused and eager for him. 

“I slid off of his lap and removed my panties. I touched myself there and was surprised how creamy I’d gotten. I kept fingering my pussy and watched as he unfastened and unzipped his pants. When I saw his swollen penis my heart skipped a beat and I felt really scared. There was no way I could do this, not with him. He must have sensed my hesitation because he reached out and grasped my hands and gently pulled me onto his lap again. This time there was no clothing in the way and I felt his erection pressing against my skin. I could feel it throbbing, and it both frightened and aroused me.

“He gestured for me to lift up, and he shifted my body forward. When he guided me down the rounded tip of his prick pushed against and between the folds of outer flesh and entered my narrow, creamy slit. He felt for the right spot and was at my pussy opening. I knew this was going to be it and I felt a brief wave of tingling excitement and dread. This was quickly replaced by sharp pain as he penetrated and popped inside my hole. He guided me up and down, slowly, and I could feel him pushing deeper and deeper. My pussy hurt and stretched to the limit to allow him entry. I leaked pussy juice as he worked his penis inside me increasingly deeper. Again there was that bittersweet mixture of pain and pleasure mixing into one, inseparable from one another, and the room began to spin as my entire body shuddered and twitched.

“Having shown me what he wanted, his hands moved away from my hips and cupped both of my perky breasts. My hips raised and lowered as I impaled my pussy upon his prick, shaking my hips front and back, and side to side to ease the pain of his entry. I worked him in deeper still as he squeezed on my boobs. Again I leaned forward or away from his hands, controlling the harshness of the twisting of my nipples and squeezing of the mounds. Amazingly my pussy stretched to the point where I felt his balls against me, so I knew I had taken him inside of me completely. 

“My body raised and lowered faster now as his penetration was less painful and increasingly exciting. He roughly fondled my boobs just the way I liked, and a few moments later my body exploded. I tensed up and started groaning loudly, and my whole body jerked and writhed in an intense orgasm. It was so incredible that I couldn’t possibly explain it in words. It must have been good for him too, because just after my climax dissipated, his hands pulled away from my sore boobs and grabbed my hips again. He fucked me real hard and fast for a few seconds and then he climaxed. With his penis fully inside of me, he released his cum and continued to do so for another few strokes. 

“After that he hugged me around the neck and kissed my lips again; we softly tongue-kissed for several minutes with his softening prick still inside my body. I really enjoyed his embrace and I hugged him back, but don’t tell my mom that, she’d have the strap to my ass in no time. He let me slide off his lap and retrieve my panties. As I did he fixed his own clothing, and then quietly left the room. When I left moments later, he was gone.”

Schroeder turned the recorder off.

“I didn’t know.” That was all Davidson could think to say. He’d followed the girls so many times. Why did this have to happen now?

“Look, I’ve spoken to Becky several times. I know what you’ve been doing for the girls, and this isn’t your fault. I really appreciate you putting in as much time on this as you have. We both know if somebody wants something bad enough, they’ll find a way to get it. But now we have to hunt this guy down before he gets to Lisa.”

Davidson considered Tracy’s amazingly detailed account. There were differences between this and Angela’s. “Whatever this guy is using to control the women seems to vary based upon their mindset. Angela pretty much said she enjoyed it. All she needed was a few suggestions and she was a willing participant. With Tracy it took longer to win her cooperation, and even then it was hit and miss. Some type of mind control is being employed, not a drug. A drug would have more consistent results. The inconsistencies exist because of internal desires. I think Angela had sex on the brain and a mere suggestion had her all excited. Tracy, on the other hand, was more reserved and in control of her mental and emotional state. The guy really had to work this time. Can she ID the guy, and is there any physical evidence?”

“No ID. Some hair and fibers, those are being sorted out now. They recovered quite a bit of semen, mainly because Tracy went straight home and told her mom. It’ll take a week or two for forensics to have something for us to go on. Until then it’s a waiting game,” Schroeder reported. He had become very involved, acting more like a detective than a patrol officer.

“Yeah, after hearing about the whipping Angela got, I’m not surprised she went running to mommy at full speed. I think the twins are the real target, for whatever reason. Angela was just a warning. And he’s waiting until they’re eighteen. You can’t rape the willing, and at that age consensual sex is legal. Do you know if Angela and the twins have the same biological father?”

“Becky’s husband is Angela’s father. The twins are the product of an affair, but that has to remain confidential.”

Davidson nodded his head. It made perfect sense now; Schroeder’s play for his help, looking into things and prodding when necessary to keep up interest. “Do the girls know you’re their father, Schroeder?”

The officer glanced down at his feet. He finally acknowledged the fact. “No, as far as they’re concerned Becky’s husband is. Becky demanded it be that way. Once she got pregnant we cut things off.”

“Yeah, Becky gets what Becky wants,” Davidson retorted. “Does anybody outside of our tight little circle know? It could be anybody who has a beef with you or her. That makes for an awfully long list.”

“Nobody; I’m sure whoever is doing this is looking to hurt Becky and the family. She’s the angle we have to work.” Before being asked, Schroeder produced a list of names of potential suspects and a brief explanation as to possible motives. Becky’s social position made for a longer list than Davidson would have expected.

“What’s being done about Lisa in the meantime?” Davidson asked, knowing that Schroeder had other contacts that could help. 

“Becky is limiting Lisa’s movements. It appears he’s not restricting his assaults to the subway, so anyplace is a potential risk. I asked the guys to keep a closer eye on the house, and on areas the girls are known to frequent. I’m not sure what else to do.”

Davidson knew everything that could be done was being done. “Sounds like you got the bases covered. I’m going to close up shop here, but I’ll go over your list tomorrow and see if I can cross-reference our potential suspects with known felons.”

The men shook hands and parted company. On the way home Davidson walked down Fifth Avenue and stopped in at an upscale antique art and jewelry store. Several minutes elapsed before he spotted Enrique. The owner smiled and approached from behind the counter.

“Maybe have lead. Found in book. Picture close. Me keep ring two, maybe three more days. You come back then. Please, must trust Enrique.” Enrique spoke the language, but not as smoothly as most.

Davidson still held out hope Enrique could tell him something about the origin and value of the ring. It was the only exciting thing he’d found on a diving trip, and technically it never should have left Greece. But he felt that it was his, and took it home anyway. This was the second time Enrique asked to research it.

Part Three

The next morning was busy. When he arrived at his office he relaxed at his desk with a hot cup of coffee and picked up the list Schroeder had provide the previous evening. Just as he was about to start his review, the phone rang. He placed the list down and answered.

“Davidson.”

“Get with the DA about the Lancaster case. Your report left a few holes that need to be filled before the prosecutor can proceed. And do it now.”

“You got it, Chief.” 

Davidson hated working with the DA’s office. He gulped his coffee down, refusing to be denied that first cup. He left the list on his desk and pulled the Lancaster file from a desk drawer. This one simply wouldn’t go away.

It was lunchtime before the DA was satisfied, so Davidson walked across the street to a Deli for a sandwich. He sat down at the counter along with several dozen other cops. His stomach was upset and it made the sandwich taste bitter, but he knew he had to eat. He belched a few times and nibbled on the food, drinking water to help it slide down. The solid food began to soothe his stomach, easing his consumption of the remaining half.

He intended to return to his office and look at that list again, but interruptions continued to delay him. A fellow detective tipped him off that a lead finally came in on the Trebino murder. The case was getting cold, but this might warm it up again. Davidson was torn between Lisa and Trebino. Trebino was dead already, but it was an open case. Lisa was a favor, and it never was official. He knew what he wanted to do, but his sense of duty compelled him to follow up on the lead.

It was already after quitting time when Davidson got back to his office. It was late, he was tired, and by all rights he should have gone home. He hadn’t been resting much and it was catching up to him. But he was committed to at least helping Lisa from having to endure what her sisters did, so he switched on the desk lamp and began reviewing the list.

One name jumped off the paper at him. Enrique Gonzalez. By Becky’s account, when her mother passed on, she sold him some jewelry that Enrique himself appraised at thirty-five thousand dollars. There was a disagreement and Becky withdrew from the deal, but not before collecting six thousand dollars from him. Becky refused to repay the money, and Enrique promised he would take something of greater value from the family. The motive was there, assuming Becky’s version was accurate. But how could he…