But, after that kiss the other night, yes it just felt different. BUT, we were soooo busy and so exhausted most of the time that other than touches that were more tender and kisses more intense....that was pretty much it. We hit the sheets late if at all and went to sleep virtually instantly but for me at least it was ok. Been this long, what's a bit longer. At least now I KNEW we were good to go for good.
GOOD feeling.
Rob kept doing the detective thingy he is so good at while I started making calls and doing whatever I could to try to find the killer. We waited to hear from Jason Remington and his promised morsel of information we hoped, and the twins got back to the more normal routine of classes, study, and helping around the house.
Then about a week or so later, and Rob got a call from the supposed murderer and I was the one who answered the phone before hearing...
"Hey cutiepie."
"Who is this?"
Rob kept doing the detective thingy he is so good at while I started making calls and doing whatever I could to try to find the killer. We waited to hear from Jason Remington and his promised morsel of information we hoped, and the twins got back to the more normal routine of classes, study, and helping around the house.
Then about a week or so later, and Rob got a call from the supposed murderer and I was the one who answered the phone before hearing...
"Hey cutiepie."
"Who is this?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. Pussyboy there?"
I didn't answer that but just handed the phone to Rob mouthing...
"It's him," and he nodded.
"How you feel now cause you ain't got squat evidence?"
"You won't get away with this you know."
"Have so far," and he hung up. It was a taunting but suddenly I realized that even though he was trying to disguise his voice, I had heard that voice before.
"Rob?"
"Yeh honey?"
"I know that voice."
"Yeh?"
"Yes. I am sure of it."
"Do you know who?"
"Not sure. Rob do you have the recordings of Johnny while he was in custody?"
He grinned.
"YES WE DO, GOOD BOY," and that got me a kiss from heaven too.
"Let's go," he said, and we headed to the door just as the twins were coming in.
"C'mon guys. Dylan has an idea."
We almost ran to the Rover and after piling in, I got it started and we went like sixty downtown. Nobody said much on the trip and you could feel the anticipation and suspense building.
We went barrelling into the precinct on 8 wheels and tore around Ryan like a tornado on steroids and back to the sound room. Rob looked for and found the correct tapes and put them in the playback machine.
We heard the voice of Doug, and then Johnny as the questioning proceeded. I heard the same voice...and Rob realized it at the same time.
"THAT IS HIM,"
"Yeh, honey, I know..." and the twins slapped my back and Rob kissed me and to hell with an audience, and then...
"BUT, we still gotta prove it. A voice match won't be enough and we don't have a recording of any of his braggy calls to us anyway."
"FUCK! We need to record at home."
"Yeh, I know but it is a BIG booster that we now KNOW who it is. Thanks honey. I don't know why I didn't catch it but am just glad you did."
That got me another kiss and a hug from the twins and....
But we still gotta PROVE it is him. Grrr. But of course he was right and I knew it. But this was a bit more than we had before. Now at least we were sure we knew who the murderer was. Then the phone rang in Rob's office and we headed down the hall to get it.
"Hello, Gayasfuckass," a strange voice pronounced...and Rob signaled me to get on the extension phone and I did...while he made sure the recorder was on.
"Ready for another body or two? I just might help you out," and he hung up.
It would have been high-fives all around except for one thing. This voice was different, as in a different person altogether.
FUCK1
I looked at Rob and he looked at me and we looked at the twins and we all realized it at the same time. Did we have TWO murderers?
FUCK!
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I didn't answer that but just handed the phone to Rob mouthing...
"It's him," and he nodded.
"How you feel now cause you ain't got squat evidence?"
"You won't get away with this you know."
"Have so far," and he hung up. It was a taunting but suddenly I realized that even though he was trying to disguise his voice, I had heard that voice before.
"Rob?"
"Yeh honey?"
"I know that voice."
"Yeh?"
"Yes. I am sure of it."
"Do you know who?"
"Not sure. Rob do you have the recordings of Johnny while he was in custody?"
He grinned.
"YES WE DO, GOOD BOY," and that got me a kiss from heaven too.
"Let's go," he said, and we headed to the door just as the twins were coming in.
"C'mon guys. Dylan has an idea."
We almost ran to the Rover and after piling in, I got it started and we went like sixty downtown. Nobody said much on the trip and you could feel the anticipation and suspense building.
We went barrelling into the precinct on 8 wheels and tore around Ryan like a tornado on steroids and back to the sound room. Rob looked for and found the correct tapes and put them in the playback machine.
We heard the voice of Doug, and then Johnny as the questioning proceeded. I heard the same voice...and Rob realized it at the same time.
"THAT IS HIM,"
"Yeh, honey, I know..." and the twins slapped my back and Rob kissed me and to hell with an audience, and then...
"BUT, we still gotta prove it. A voice match won't be enough and we don't have a recording of any of his braggy calls to us anyway."
"FUCK! We need to record at home."
"Yeh, I know but it is a BIG booster that we now KNOW who it is. Thanks honey. I don't know why I didn't catch it but am just glad you did."
That got me another kiss and a hug from the twins and....
But we still gotta PROVE it is him. Grrr. But of course he was right and I knew it. But this was a bit more than we had before. Now at least we were sure we knew who the murderer was. Then the phone rang in Rob's office and we headed down the hall to get it.
"Hello, Gayasfuckass," a strange voice pronounced...and Rob signaled me to get on the extension phone and I did...while he made sure the recorder was on.
"Ready for another body or two? I just might help you out," and he hung up.
It would have been high-fives all around except for one thing. This voice was different, as in a different person altogether.
FUCK1
I looked at Rob and he looked at me and we looked at the twins and we all realized it at the same time. Did we have TWO murderers?
FUCK!
CONTINUE TO CHAPTER XXVIII:
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