Locking You (The Boston Kirkpatrick's #2) (3 page)

Chapter 5

Joella

     “I can’t move. My body is so relaxed.”

     “You’re going to be late for work.”

    “I don’t want to go. Who feels like dealing with a murder case after a night with Mr. Kirkpatrick?”

     “Well…Miss Soriano, soon to be Mrs. Kirkpatrick you know how to dish it right back”

     “Uh, the wedding.”

     “
Gawd,
you make it sound so horrible.”

     “It’s not that. I have so much to do. I have to still pick up the rings and we have a cake testing tonight. I forgot to tell you.”

     “What’s that?” he looks at me like I have ten heads.

     “We get to test all the different flavors of cake and icing the bakery that is making our wedding cake has to offer.”

     “I’m going to have to work extra hard at the gym tomorrow to keep up this awesome physique.”

     “Or we can just work it off tonight after the cake testing,” I tease.

     “You dirty girl.”

     “You’re the one with your mind in the gutter. I meant the gym.” I say winking.

     “Yeah…Okay.”

     I get out of bed because if I don’t, we will never make it to work. I turn the radio on in the bathroom.
Madonna’s Crazy for You
is blaring. I love listening to music while I take a shower. I jump in the shower real quick while Brendan gets his work clothes together.

     A few minutes later, I hear him come through the bathroom door. He opens up the shower door and he is completely naked. His cock is hard and it is sticking straight out.

     “I take it you like showers,” I say looking down at his enormous manhood.

     “Only if I take them with you.”

     He walks into the shower and pushes me against the wall. He kisses me on the mouth. No Matter what he does to me, even if it is the smallest kiss, he turns me on completely. My body is starting to get aroused from his touch. He slowly soaps up my body from head to toe. The feeling of the silky body wash being rubbed all over my body has me wanting him to take me. He sits down on the shower ledge and pulls me on top of his lap. I grab hold of his cock and maneuver it to enter me. It is so large that I can’t just sit on it. I have to lift myself up first. I am slowly grinding over him. We are face to face. He kisses my nose.

     “I love you, Joella, very much.”

     “Baby, I love you too.”

     “I’m so grateful to have you here with me after I almost lost you.”

     “I’ll always find my way back to you.”

     I continue to ride him until we made beautiful music together…the sounds of ecstasy echoing in the shower.

***

        I sit at my desk looking over the data on Mrs. O’Malley. She just rubs me the wrong way. She is definitely hiding something. The question in my mind is: Why have her previous marriages failed? Would one of them have killed Mr. O’Malley? Brendan told me during his questioning yesterday that he was a really nice man from what he encountered, but that doesn’t mean shit. Anyone would be nice if you were helping them out of debt.

     Watson walks up to my desk.

     “Have you heard from Connor yet?”

     “Brendan tried to call him, but he got his voicemail.”

     “He better not be dead, living in the Bahamas.”

     “Very funny.”

     “He has 24 hours!”

     “You have no proof, just some accusations out of a crazy ladies mouth. She also said Brendan did it, which he clearly didn’t.”

     “Maybe his brother did it for him.”

     “Oh yeah, the same brother who made him believe he was dead for six years.”

     “See he’s that good.”

     “Watson, look, I’m going down to the casino. I’m going to question the CFO, Mason Griffin. I have to make sure I look at all motives. I’m taking Wilson with me.”

     “He’s a rookie.”

     “Even better. I don’t want some know-it-all old hothead messing up my methods. Plus, he was great with that bitch, Mrs. O’Malley yesterday.”

     “No we wouldn’t want that.” He yells over to Chase Wilson. “You’re assigned to this case with Detective Soriano. She’s a tough one. Good luck with that.”

     Wilson walks over to my desk.

     “Thanks, Soriano. I owe you one.”

     “How old are you?” I ask him.

     “Twenty-eight.”

     “Good, you can buy me a beer when we’re done with this case. You’re gonna need one.”

     “You got it.”

     “You ready to go?”

     “Yes,” he replies eagerly.

     “You’re driving.”

     Wilson is a safe slow driver. He follows all the rules. He looks nervous as hell.

     “Wilson, I’m not a driving instructor. Calm the hell down…Relax. You’re driving like an old lady.”

     “Sorry, I don’t want to mess up.”

     “Don’t be scared of me. I’m not that bad. Don’t listen to the creeps at the station.”

     We finally pull up to the casino. The yellow tape is still lingering. The casino re-opened today. Talk about mourning someone. The show must go on, I suppose.

     We walk into the building and show our badges to the front desk.

     “Where would I find Mason Griffin?” I ask as I lean forward on the desk.

     “Executive offices are on the 25
th
floor, but you can’t just go up there. Someone has to let you on that floor.”

     “Very interesting. Get Mason on the line or whoever. I need to see him. What’s your name?”

     “John.”

     “Great, thanks John.”

     He went about his business making the necessary calls.

     “You’re so aggressive. I like that,” Wilson says.

     “Are you flirting with me, Wilson?”

    
“Of course not,” he says straightening up like he is in the army at attention.

     “Don’t be a wise ass.”

     “Detective,” John calls out to me from the desk.

     “Yes.”

     “Mr. Griffin’s secretary, Natalie, will meet you at the entrance doors on the 25
th
floor. Take the private elevator on your left.”

     “Thanks, John.”

     Wilson and I walk to the elevators.

     “Wilson, someone he knew killed him.”

     “Why do you say that?”

     “Someone had to have access to the 25
th
floor to get in to murder him. You can’t get on the floor any other way, unless they are Spiderman. It’s possible he let them in or they were already here. We need to check his meeting schedule and all the swipes from that morning or night. Who swiped in but never left?”

     “That would be Mr. O’Malley.”

      “You’re so not funny today.”

     “I thought it was.”

     When we get off the elevator, Natalie is waiting for us at the door.

     “Thank you for coming. Mr. Griffin will be with you shortly.”

     “Thanks so much.”

     “You can have a seat in the lounge,” she says pointing us in that direction.

     As I sit there waiting, I notice Mrs. O’Malley walking by. I jump out of my seat and run up to her.

     “Well, well, its fancy seeing you here,” I say in my snottiest tone.

     “Why are you here?” she snaps.

     “I should be asking you that question. I’m here to see Mr. Griffin.”

     “What are you going to do, go around threatening all the employees like criminals? I’m not going to stand for it.”

     “This is an investigation, Mrs. O’Malley.”

     “I’m going to have it stopped.”

     “Don’t you want to know who killed your husband?”

     “Yes, but you can’t accuse people.”

     “Who’s accusing, I’m investigating? Listen to me, don’t fuck with my investigation, do you hear me?”

     “Did you just curse? I’m calling your superiors and telling them that you harassed me and all the other employees.”

     “Hmm…I don’t see it that way. Neither does Wilson here. Do you Wilson?”

     “Nope.”

     “I think you scream out a lot worse in bed. You know what? I think you need a song today to cheer your ass up. Wilson, sing Mrs. O’Malley a song.”

     He had a look on his face that said, ‘What the hell are you talking about’?

     “Wilson can’t think of any. I have one it goes like this: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck a duck, Screw a kangaroo, finger bang an Orangutan, an orgy at the zoo.”

     Mrs. O’Malley’s mouth was hanging open. “You’re a sick twisted person,” she says with disgust on her face.

     Wilson smirks, but tries not to burst out laughing.

     “Now go tell my superiors I sang you a nursery rhyme. Wilson, go see what the hell is keeping Mr. Griffin. I have some investigations to do today. Good day, Mrs. O’Malley.”

     I walked away leaving her with her mouth on the ground. I have no doubt she’ll call Watson. I’m actually waiting for the call.

     I walk over to Wilson and Natalie is flirting with him. He sees me coming toward him.

     “Thanks, Miss Chestnut,” he says to her, changing the subject like I didn’t just see him. “She said it will be about 5 more minutes.”

     “You’re smooth, Wilson. What if she’s the killer? Until we find out who it is, she’s off limits.”

     “Damn, Soriano.”

     “You’re like my child. Plus, once she checks out your driving, Miss Daisy, you’re out anyway.”

     “Officer Wilson,” Natalie says smiling, calling him over.

     “Yes, Miss Chestnut.”

     “Mr. Griffin regrets to inform you that he is stuck on a conference call and will not be able to meet with you. Is it possible that I can fit you in his schedule for another time?”

     “Hi, Miss Chestnut, is it? This is my investigation and I need to speak to Mr. Griffin. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way…he ends his call and meets with me. The hard way…I take him to the station to interview him. Now, if he really wants to have some fun, I can get a subpoena. Ask him which he prefers and then once we clear up this mess, Wilson here can take you to get some ice cream.”

     Apparently she didn’t like what I had to say because she gave me a dirty look and said that she would see what he decides and then she walked away huffing and puffing.

     “See that’s how it’s done.”

     “What’s your problem today? She didn’t do anything to you.”

     “I know you’re in love with “Miss Chestnut”, but she is playing your dumb ass. Knowing her type, she’s probably in there sucking his cock under the desk. I went undercover as a stripper for God sakes, I know these things.”

     A few minutes later, Natalie comes out with Mr. Griffin. I am shocked. He is a really good looking man. He is tall and very handsome. He’s around forty years of age.  He kind of resembles the actor Bradley Cooper.

     “Detective Soriano, it’s so nice to meet you,” he says extending his hand. “I’m Mason Griffin. I am the CFO. Sorry about the wait. I was on an important call. Come right this way. Natalie, hold all my calls please.”

     “Sure thing,” she says, as she smiles at Wilson.

     I roll my eyes.  We enter his corner office. Pretty nice for a CFO.

     “Have a seat, please,” he gestures to the chair.

    
Yeah, too nice. What? Don’t want me to get a subpoena.

     “How can I help you, detective?”

      “First off, I’m very sorry for the loss of your boss.”

     “It’s very tragic. We are trying to figure out how to go on and run a normal business.”

     “Yes, I can see how that would be tough. Do you have any idea how this may have happened?”

     “None at all.”

     “Someone needs access to this floor to gain entrance or…they were let in. I’m going to need complete cooperation.” I look him in the face directly.

     “Of course.”

     “I will need the swipe records, employee work schedules, even on the executive level. Basically, I want to know who has access to this floor, even the maintenance staff. I also need all the financial records. That won’t be a problem, will it Mr. Griffin?”

     “I don’t see a problem.” He has a nervous edge to him.

     “Great. I’m going to investigate all angles. If you have any questions or remember anything, here’s my card. I’ll be in touch. Oh…and Mr. Griffin…”

     “Yes.”

     “Don’t let me find out you’re covering anything up, because I’ll be one pissed off detective. Fax all required information to my attention to the number on the card.”