Disclaimer: The following story is fiction, real rape is a crime, this is just fantasy, and if you can’t understand the difference you shouldn’t be here in the first place.
What follows is another tale in the Amber Richardson Saga. It picks up right after the story Tormented Teachers left off. It is not necessary to read the other stories in the saga, but it would be appreciated if you did 🙂
“I was tricked into being abducted because I thought my mom was in danger. My abductors were part of a sex trafficking ring, and I would have been a sex slave for a long time were it not for luck, cunning, and the knowledge I had from wanting to become a police officer with a specialty in technology. The leader of the trafficking ring, Hank, along with his brother, Frank escaped prison, assaulted two teachers, left one of them, Stephanie, to tell the harrowing ordeal, and abducted the other. Who knows what the teacher they abducted, Cindy, is going through right now? They left a note for me to meet them or else Cindy will never be seen again. And you’re telling me that we’re just going to sit back and do NOTHING!” I paced the room as I vented my frustrations out.
“There’s an FBI agent assigned to the case on the way, at least that’s what I’ve been told,” my cousin Izzy, who also happened to be my direct supervisor, said. “You are too close to this case. Because I’m too close to you, I have been given absolute, total, direct, and final orders to fully stay out of it too.” Izzy didn’t look too happy with the situation either.
“Exact words?” I asked. Izzy nodded, frustration bleeding out of her eyes. My eyes widened. Izzy’s supervisor was ordinarily brief and to the point. To describe orders in more than one way meant the situation was deadly serious. “Are you in trouble?” I asked. Izzy sighed and looked deflated, “I shouldn’t have even shown you the demand the brothers made for you, so…yeah…I’m in trouble.” “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have…” Izzy shook her head. “If I were you and you were me, I would have done the same thing. Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t fired or given anything in writing, so that’s a silver lining at least.”
I sighed in relief. Izzy and I worked well both together and with everyone on the force. If she left or got fired I don’t know who I could turn to in the department for the support I need. “I still don’t understand why they asked you to meet in Forest, Texas,” Izzy remarked in a confused voice. “That’s so far away from where we are,” she pointed out. I shook my head. “It’s a fake lead so they can divert resources. Hank’s not stupid. He wouldn’t leave the bait for everyone on the force to see.” Izzy nodded, “Yeah,” she agreed, “that makes more sense now.”
I continued to vent out my frustrations of the situation. “From Stephanie’s testimony, the brothers were able to access computers using what I assume is another prisoner’s login information.” I paused, “At least I hope Johnny is a prisoner.” I shuddered at that thought. “Anyway, they probably did a search for small towns in Texas and picked one at random.” I sighed in frustration. “They’ll give me the real bait at some point,” I said. “Bastard pigs. I…HATE…sitting around doing nothing…”
“I find myself fantasizing in times like this. Sometimes it helps depending on the case. I often think to myself what I would do if I was the one who found the brothers.” Izzy commented aloud. I shook my head, “That doesn’t help me,” I said in frustration. “I honestly have no idea what I would do if I was the one who caught them. Freeze in terror? Shoot them? Do things by the book? End up getting captured or kidnapped? Something else I can’t think of? I honestly don’t know…”
“Hey, hey, woah,” concern and love flowed into Izzy’s eyes. She put a reassuring hand on my arm “I know you. You’d strive to do the right thing, no matter the cost. That’s why you’re a good cop. That’s why everyone loves you. And that’s why I called you here as soon as I heard about the prison break. I wanted to keep you from going out there to try and find them without thinking ahead. You’re the best you can be whenever you have time to think. I’m not leaving your side until this case is finished. I’ve got you. You’re not alone.” She gave me a tight hug.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I still felt like knives were piercing my insides, but for the moment I was grounded thanks to Izzy’s talk. “Thank you,” I said after our hug ended. “I have no idea what I would do without you.” Izzy smiled, “That’s what family does.”
“Isabelle Turner and Amber Richardson?” A man with gray hair wearing a suit approached us. He looked remarkably similar to the actor Mark Harmon, but the voice was different and more gruff. “Agent Moon, FBI.” Both of us shook Agent Moon’s hand. “I’ve talked with your superiors and we are all on the same page,” he reported. “Both of you can provide valuable insight into the case and can be part of it.”
“Oh thank God,” I said. I felt bad that the teachers had been a victim of the two brothers. The brothers had invaded a house that used to be mine, so I felt somewhat responsible for their fate. I knew realistically none of it was my fault, but it didn’t stop the guilty feeling I had. Survivors’ guilt is what my therapist, Dr. Higgins called it. Now I could at least do something to help.
“But under no circumstances are you both allowed to leave and work the case out in the field. Any leads will be investigated by myself, other FBI agents, or fellow police officers,” he amended. “What about when the brothers cast the real bait?” I asked. Agent Moon shook his head “You will report it no matter what the brothers say to you. Under no circumstances are you to go off on your own. Also you both cannot go off together on a lead without informing someone. These orders are not changing and are final.” Agent Moon’s face looked deadly serious. “I see,” I said both understanding the wisdom and hating it. The brothers would likely give me the ultimatum to be alone with a time crunch. Hank I knew to be a crafty bastard. Frank I wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter too much. “Can we at least discuss options?” I asked.
“Yes,” Agent Moon nodded and his face softened slightly. “There are already contingency plans and protocols available in multiple possible scenarios. Your input in these will be encouraged.” A chirping sound echoed throughout the room. Agent Moon pulled a cell phone from his pocket. He motioned to us with his finger to wait a moment. “Moon,” he barked. “Interesting.” He paused for a few moments. “A forest campsite?” Another pause. “More calls coming in?” The pause seemed like an eternity this time. At that moment I wished this was a tv show. At least then I could hear both sides of the conversation instead of just one. “Send in all available units. Be ready for anything.” The final pause on the phone was shorter than the last one. “Understood.” Agent Moon hung up the phone.
“We have a lead,” he announced…
My teacher friend Stephanie was pure and innocent. She only slept with one person before, her husband. I slept with several men before my marriage. I knew it would devastate her if she were abused by the brothers who escaped from prison. That’s why I begged and pleaded with the escaped convicts to take me instead after they invaded Stephanie’s home. I reasoned that it would still be traumatic for me, but not as bad as Stephanie. I truly believed that the sacrifice was worth it. In the back of my mind I knew it was a possibility they would harm Stephanie no matter what I did, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to stop it from happening.
The brothers took advantage of me wanting to protect Stephanie. I was made to strip and show off my body to them. There were times when I resisted doing what they told me, but each time I did one of the brothers would remove or rip off some of Stephanie’s clothes. I eventually complied then begged the brothers to let Stephanie go. I was told to go into another room with Frank and allow him to do whatever he wanted with me. Hank promised he would let Stephanie go, so I complied and followed Frank into Stephanie’s guest bedroom.
My heart sank and felt like it broke into a million pieces when I heard Stephanie scream about being tricked. I screamed in anger and did everything I could to fight against Frank. We wrestled in the room. Somehow I wound up with my back against the wall. It was clear to me then that Frank was the stronger one. Frank realized it too and developed a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t care that he was stronger, I still struggled with all my might.
With my body pinned to the wall, Frank pressed his lips against mine. I could only moan and grunt in protest. When he released my lips I screamed as loud as I could. Frank then started sucking on my neck at one of the human body’s pressure points. I moaned, hating that Frank was able to do something to get my body to enjoy it. That’s something only my husband should do, not some escaped convict I’ve never met before. Somehow I found my voice and begged him to stop. He didn’t and laughed at my protests. He managed to suck my neck just right so that it made my body weak and harder to move. I absolutely hated it, and I could tell he could see the hate in my eyes. He also laughed at my weakness.
I never stopped trying to fight, even through waves of weakness rippling through my body. Frank eventually got tired of my attempts to fully break free and managed to handcuff me to the bed in the room. I don’t remember how I got from being pinned against the wall to being on the bed at all. He probably used a pressure point to get me to pass out for a brief period. At any rate one moment I was pinned to the wall, the next I was restrained to the bed.
Once Frank handcuffed me to the bed he assaulted me. I pushed, hit, slapped, and scratched at him. Nothing stopped him from doing what I only wanted my husband to do to me. His laughter mixed with moans of pleasure never ceased. He fucked my pussy hard and without mercy. My breasts were slapped hard at random times. Whenever my breasts weren’t slapped, he would suck on my neck because he knew I hated the feeling of him doing it. And of course each time he sucked on my neck a wave of uncontrolled pleasure would ripple through me.
Frank kept calling me a whore or a slut whenever he wasn’t laughing or moaning or sucking on my neck. My body felt pleasure of what he was doing to me and I was ashamed of it. Only my husband was supposed to give me pleasure, now some sicko was doing it. I could tell Frank enjoyed it when I moaned, so he made every effort possible to get me to moan as he took my pussy. Then, I felt his member quiver inside me and his disgusting fluids enter my body. He pulled out and all I could do was sob uncontrollably. Frank laughed maniacally after he was done with me and left the room. As he left, I heard Stephanie scream loudly. I cried when I heard that scream. There was nothing I could do to stop them from hurting her.
Hank entered the room a few moments after the scream. “Stephanie was a decent fuck.” He grinned at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Her body isn’t as good as yours though. Tits too small for my liking.” I spat at Hank. He didn’t react to it. Frank must have told him how much I hated my neck getting sucked because that’s the first thing Hank did. My body once again betrayed me and waves of uncontrolled pleasure flowed through me. I felt utterly disgusted and ashamed.
Through the pleasure and weakness I still kept trying to fight with everything I had. I writhed, moaned, kicked, and screamed. Nothing worked. Hank’s abuse was much worse than Frank’s. He took me anally, something that I never wanted to do, not even with my husband. The pain was excruciating. He laughed at my screams as he invaded my ass. The pain felt like it had gone on forever by the time he shot his disgusting fluids up my ass. Then, he forced me to clean his cock with my mouth. “You bite my cock,” he threatened, “and I’ll bite all over your breast and pussy.” I took his threat seriously and cleaned the cum, blood, and probably shit off of his filthy dick. It left a horrible taste in my mouth. The room at this point just stank of body fluids and sex. I’m surprised I didn’t throw up from the smell and taste.
My pussy was invaded by his cock next. Hank was not gentle at all. He roughly thrust in and out and slapped my breasts harder than Frank did. Hank also sucked on my neck whenever he wasn’t slapping my breasts. He sucked even harder than Frank did. Somehow to my dismay, my body enjoyed the sucking more this time. I couldn’t stop my moans of pleasure from bellowing out of my mouth whenever Hank sucked on my neck. When Hank wasn’t sucking on my neck, my moans of pleasure turned into wailing moans of pain and torment.
It felt like the abuse would never stop. Tears poured out of my eyes as Hank continued to take me. He was rougher than anyone I had ever been with before. Suddenly Hank’s moans became more primal. I knew he was getting close and felt sickened that more of his disgusting fluid was about to enter my body. He pressed his lips against mine, muffling my screams as he unleashed his load inside of me.
“Damn you really do moan like a cow when fucked,” Hank gloated. Tears poured out of my eyes and my moans were filled with even more sorrow after Hank finished abusing me. “I think,” Hank mused, “that I can rebuild my business with you. With the perfect body and perfect moans I can slowly rebuild my client base.” His words made it feel like the entire world was about to come to an end. I was utterly mortified. He laughed at how I was looking at him. “You’ll be coming with us,” he smiled wickedly. “Please…no…” I begged. “Come with us willingly or we’ll add Stephanie to the collection too,” he threatened. “You…you tricked…me…said…you’d…let…her…go…” I continued to sob between words. Hank’s eyes twinkled “I never said when I would let her go,” he pointed out. “I didn’t trick you. You played yourself.”
Anger welled up inside me, but I couldn’t do much while handcuffed to the bed. The anger was enough to stop me from weeping and being terrified at least. I digested his words and paused for a few moments to think. “I’ll go with you and do everything you say,” I bargained. “I swear I will do whatever you ask as long as Stephanie is left alone by you, your brother, and anyone associated with you in the past, present, or future.”
“Agreed,” Hank said. Frank then walked in. “Fuck,” he said “you were right about Stephanie begging and screaming. I prefer Cindy’s body and whale moans.” Frank leered at me. “Also Cindy’s bouncing tits.” Hank cleared his throat. Frank looked at him questioningly. “We’re taking Cindy with us,” Hank said. Frank grinned from ear to ear at the news. “The best part is she’ll do everything we say as long as we leave Stephanie alone,” Hank informed. “Really?” Frank asked. “Let’s test that now shall we?” The brothers looked at each other and grinned “Double penetration?” Hank asked. Frank nodded. I gulped.
Hank released me from the handcuffs while Frank cackled and lay on the bed. “Get on top of me and face me,” he commanded. The brothers coerced me into taking both of their members up my ass and pussy at the same time. I was even commanded to kiss Frank as if he were a lover. Gross. They took my ass and pussy for what felt like forever and wanted me to moan with each thrust. Eventually the brothers came inside me. I was relieved afterwards when I saw both of their cocks soften. Maybe I could get them to rest and fall asleep somehow…
“Make us both hard again,” Hank commanded and interrupted my thoughts. Neither brother showed any kind of sign that they were tired. I sighed, defeated. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “Play with yourself,” Frank answered. “Suck on one of your nipples and rub your crotch.” I reluctantly obeyed. “Moan for us like the cow you are,” Hank commanded. I moaned while slurping on a nipple and rubbing my womanhood. To my shame it gave my body pleasure. My eyes widened in horror as I saw both of their cocks get erect again.
“Remember,” Hank said, “everything we say or Stephanie gets more.” I glared at him angrily. He seemed to like it instead of being deterred by it. What did they want me to do now, I wondered. “Get on your knees and thrust your chest out,” Hank ordered. I quickly complied. “Put your hands over your head with elbows pointed outward.” I followed directions quickly. “Make your knees shoulder width apart so that we can access all your holes whenever we want.” I reluctantly did as told. “Don’t move while we grope and kiss your body.” A choked sob escaped my lips, but I did my best to not move. I couldn’t stop myself from crying, but they didn’t care as long as I stayed in the position they ordered me in.
Both brothers caressed and kissed all over my entire body as much as they could. No one else, save my husband, had ever treated my body this way. When my husband would do this it would be an amazing feeling that electrified the sexual part of our relationship. When the brothers did it, I felt dirty, used, gross, and unclean. My cheeks were wet with tears. The rest of my body was wet from either their spit or their cum. When they weren’t kissing me or groping me, they would wank to my body and spray their load on me.
“Call yourself a whore,” Hank commanded. “I’m a whore,” I softly said. “Louder,” Frank insisted. “And bring some creativity into it. I spoke up louder and started with a choked sob. “I’m your dirty, filthy whore” I said, feeling disgusted with myself. “I exist only for your pleasure.”
Hank smiled. “She’ll do anything we ask as long as we leave Stephanie alone. Right, Cindy?” “Yes,” I said sensually, although inside I continued to feel repulsed and disgusted. “I am your slave to command.” “Excellent,” Hank grinned in approval. “Now Cindy, are we able to get something that could cover most of our bodies here?” I nodded. “Excellent,” Hank said. “We’re going to walk for a while and take a route through a forest trail. Give all three of us something to wear that we can take off quickly if needed. Something like a light coat.”
I did as instructed. The closet in the room we were in had coats and winter apparel stored inside. Even though we lived in Texas, extreme cold had been known to cause havoc in a normally hot climate. I retrieved three light brown old fashioned trench coats. These would do perfectly because it was enough to keep the three of us clothed while not being too hot at the same time.
“Well done Cindy,” Hank praised after I retrieved the coats. “Put one of them on. Now I imagine that the police will still be searching the area for us, so we have to sneak to the edge of the forest without being…seen.” Hank put a strong emphasis on the word seen and he looked at me. I gulped, receiving the message loud and clear. If I did anything on purpose that would cause us to be seen, Stephanie would pay the price.
We silently snuck through the shadows. Nobody made a sound. The surrounding area had a surreal sense of calm in the air. Crickets chirped. The full moon cast an eerie glow in the night sky. There were a few close calls with patrol cars combing the area, but no one saw us. A park was between the neighborhood and the forest. After a patrol car passed by, we ran through the park. Hank turned once we reached a forest trail. Nothing stirred except for the creatures of the night.
“Good, nobody saw us,” Hank murmured and looked at me “So far, Stephanie is safe.” I nodded. “I am at your command,” I obediently informed him. “Good.” Hank said, “Frank, you go first on the trail. Cindy, you follow. I’ll walk behind Cindy. Be mindful of where you step,” Hank cautioned “wouldn’t want any one of us to twist an ankle. Stephanie wouldn’t want that either I think,” he said looking at me intently. “I will not purposely hurt myself,” I promised. Hank nodded “If you do, I will know that you are lying.” I gulped and doubted he was making an empty threat. His words sounded quite sincere.
We slowly and carefully trudged through the forest trail. Shadows danced around us as the light of the moon peeked through some of the branches. How long did we have to walk? I was too afraid to ask that question. Maybe they would answer me, or maybe they would see it as being non compliant. I decided to keep my questions to myself for Stephanie’s safety.
I began to notice Frank walking slower. I followed suit, afraid of accidentally hurting myself. Frank stepped into a sliver of moonlight. His hand moved towards his head. I couldn’t see what he was doing. “Hey Hank, I think we took the wrong trail.” Frank said cautiously. “What makes you say that?” Hank asked. “The clearing ahead is occupied,” Frank reported.
Hank told me to stay where I was and stood next to Frank. Both brothers swore softly. “It’s been too long since I’ve been out here,” Hank said. Curiosity got the better of me and I stepped forward beside the brothers. I peered into the clearing and saw lots of tents. Clearly this was a campsite. Realization swept through me at that moment. Tents meant people and campers meant that they could sound the alarm about the escaped prisoners. I doubted my idea at first. If the people were camping, then they may not know about the escaped prisoners. How late do people usually stay up while camping on a night like this? Do they even have technology to call for help when camping? Surely if someone injured themselves…
“No,” Hank whispered, thinking aloud and interrupting my thoughts, “we are going the right way. I just didn’t realize anyone would be camping here. My sense of timing is off…” Hank paused in thought. “Do we go off trail through the forest or do we cross through the campsite?” Hank muttered mostly to himself.
“Isn’t there poison ivy everywhere off forest trails?” Frank nervously asked. “Yeah,” Hank said. “That’s why I’m thinking. If it was daytime we could avoid the poison ivy. Would the moonlight be enough?” Hank pondered for a moment, then looked at me “We can’t risk Cindy getting a rash. That wouldn’t be good for starting the business back up. I want to use her right away. Then again, we can’t risk being seen by the campers…”
“Maybe the campers don’t know who we are,” Frank said. “We’re obviously not dressed for the occasion, but if we casually go through maybe no one would notice. How many of them would even be awake?” Hank nodded and seemed to consider the idea. “That relies on Cindy doing the same thing we are doing.” Hank turned to me. “Remember,” he growled, “Stephanie’s future depends on your cooperation.” I gulped and nodded. “Let’s make sure she’ll comply one more time,” Frank said and grinned at me. I gulped again and reviewed my options. The brothers seemed to have a plan. Hank wanted to use me right away, and that meant he and his brother had resources. How much I didn’t know, but it was enough to scare me into compliance.
“Open up the coat and show us your body again,” Frank commanded. Hank smiled and said “No sound comes out of you or we’ll get Stephanie.” I did as requested. The coat softly fell to the forest floor. I silently presented myself to the brothers just like I had done previously. I slowly turned my body to let them gawk at every inch of me.
The brothers shed their coats as well. Frank’s eyes twinkled. “How hot would it be,” he said to his brother, “to take her right here where someone could spot us at any moment?” I said nothing and waited for them to give me a command. “Quietly get on your knees and in the same position we told you to do in the house.” I silently obeyed. A soft sob escaped my lips. Hank and Frank grinned at the sight of me. “Quietly rub your tits.” I did so, and even was able to quietly suck on my nipple. Even though they didn’t order it, I knew the order was going to come eventually. “Frank,” Hank whispered to his brother. “Do you think you can be quiet?” Frank shook his head “Probably not. You?” Hank shook his head as well. “Best not chance it. We’ve just got this clearing to go through and a little more walking through the forest. It won’t be long.” Hank paused. “Put your coats back on,” he said to both of us. “We will walk straight through nonchalantly. Keep your heads down and don’t attract attention,” Hank ordered.
We walked through the campsite. I did as I was told and kept my head down with my coat back on covering my nakedness. It was definitely not late enough for some of the campers. Campfires were still going in various places with people surrounding them. We passed by several and no one paid much attention to us. While we weren’t dressed for the occasion, we blended in well enough in the glow of the moon light and campfires.
Hank led the way. His path led us close to a campfire where someone acknowledged us. “Hey,” an older sounding man with a blonde beard like ZZ Top called out. He had been staring at the three of us for several moments. “You three,” he motioned to us. “I have a question.” He remarked. I looked at Hank, who shrugged. We moved closer to the man. As we moved closer, the sound of laughter and talking died down. The man with the beard took a long look at both Hank and Frank. He looked at me too, but not as much as the brothers. “You aren’t campers,” he remarked. “I know you from somewhere…but where?” Now everyone within earshot was silent and looked at the bearded man. Maybe he was a leader among them? Hope flooded through my body and energized me.
Frank looked to his brother, unsure of what to say. Hank played it cool. “Yeah we’re just hiking through the forest. Sorry about disturbing ya’ll.” The bearded man nodded, but still looked wary. Hank continued to try and talk his way through, “I don’t remember you,” he said. “I probably just have one of those faces. People have been confusing me as someone else for a while now. Must be a doppelganger,” Hank laughed nervously. Darling,” he said and looked at me “do you remember ever meeting this man?” The man’s eyes narrowed. I could tell he wasn’t buying it. Other campfire groups by now had seen something was happening. The tension in the air loomed over us. All eyes were on me now. I paused, weighing my options. After a silent, quick prayer I made my decision…
“THEY ESCAPED PRISON AND ABUSED ME AND A FRIEND!” I hysterically shrieked. The reaction from the campers was immediate. Some stepped in between me and the brothers to protect me. Others ran to different areas of the camp, shouting and waking any sleeping campers up. A ring of people quickly formed around us to prevent the brothers from escaping. Murmurs spread throughout the crowd of campers. The crowd slowly grew around us.
The shouting in the camp began to die down. Murmurs still spread through the crowd. A hand raised from the bearded man quieted the crowd and he began to speak. “I thought I recognized you,” he said in an unusually calm voice. “We heard about the prison escape earlier. Called nonemergency and told the dispatcher we would stay put on site and keep an eye out. I never dreamed you would come here.” The bearded man’s eyes burned with passionate yet calm anger that scared me, even though the anger wasn’t directed at me.
“Come with me,” a female camper tugged at my arm. “Let’s clean you up as best we can and get you away from those awful men.” As the female camper led me away, I could still hear the man “You boys are sex traffickers.” The final words I could hear from him sent shivers down my spine. “My daughter killed herself because of you.” At that moment I knew for certain Stephanie would be safe. There’s no way any of them would let the brothers escape.
I continued to follow the kind camper to the edges of the campsite. I could hear unintelligible yells and angry shouts. Some campers were on their cell phones, probably calling the authorities. I could no longer see the brothers, though I could see the crowd that surrounded them. Exhaustion swept through my body as the woman provided the best hospitality she could. I was too tired after going through that ordeal to even dream. I slept like the dead and did not awaken for a long time…
The police station buzzed with activity. Everyone was busy, except me and Izzy. Agent Moon left to pursue the lead while we waited for something to do at the station. When Izzy is waiting for something, she can’t sit still. Part of me always wondered if she had ADHD, but it wasn’t bad enough to hinder her job. I felt antsy too. Waiting was one of the most difficult parts of being a cop.
Finally, Agent Moon came back. He rubbed his hands together. “The brothers have been caught and killed,” Agent Moon announced. Relief flooded through my body. I didn’t realize it until that moment, but I was exhausted. “What happened?” I asked sleepily. “The brothers stumbled on a campsite. They were discovered and killed by one or more of the campers.” Agent Moon reported. “Cindy was with them and is alive, though exhausted from the ordeal the brothers put her through.” I shuddered. A flashback was threatening to overtake me. I could feel it coming and took deep breaths to try and calm myself.
“Hey,” Izzy saw me about to lose touch with reality “you’re safe, I’ve got you.” She hugged me tight. While hugging me, she turned to Agent Moon and said “You sound unhappy,” “Yeah,” Agent Moon seemed to snap out of a trance. “Thank you,” I whispered to Izzy. Our hug ceased. I still felt horrible mentally, but not to the point of breaking down anymore. “We’ll have to investigate who killed the brothers.” Agent Moon said, ignoring my near mental breakdown. “Not the way I would have wanted this to end. Would have preferred someone in law enforcement…” Agent Moon trailed off. Izzy and I shared a knowing look. A case where someone or a group of people killed escaped convicts who were in the sex trafficking business would be a nightmare to work, and even more of a nightmare to bring to a jury trial.
“You don’t mind if I sit that part of the investigation out do you?” Izzy asked. Agent Moon shook his head. “We don’t need either of you for that one. I’ll take care of it when the time comes.” Izzy and I shared a look again. We understood what Agent Moon meant. He wouldn’t poke around more than he had to.
“Well,” Izzy said “I guess our involvement is complete in this case.” Agent Moon shook his head. “We might still need your insight,” he informed us. “It’s unclear how the brothers escaped prison in the first place. We’re working on it though. You’re still welcome to assist if you like.” I yawned. “Sorry” I apologized. Agent Moon shook his head “No need. I get it. Adrenaline crash.” I nodded “I’m not sure how much help I could be about prison escapes. That’s not an area I’m familiar with,” I said. Izzy chimed in, “I’m not sure how I could help with that either, but thank you for the offer.” Agent Moon nodded, “I will be in touch if needed…”
“They escaped and went to the house just like I planned.” An angry voice quietly raged where no one else could hear it. “But the bitch moved. How did I miss her moving?” The voice continued, “I should have just kept eyes on the house…no…no then I would have been seen…people would have gotten suspicious…” The owner of the voice paced back and forth in frustration. A fist slammed down on a table. An angry tear fell to the floor. The owner of the voice took a deep, calming breath.
“There was nothing I could have done differently. Stupid bitch just moved out of nowhere after staying in the same house for decades. Crazy how something simple like someone moving houses could derail an entire plan.” The voice grunted with rage and continued, “That teacher wasn’t supposed to be there. Why couldn’t that dumb bitch officer have been there instead?” The owner of the voice continued to pace back and forth and back and forth. “I need a new plan…” The pacing continued. “No, not entirely new. The beginning fell through but the rest is sound.” The voice no longer sounded angry and became unusually calm. “I just need someone else to take the fall.” The pacing continued faster and faster as the owner of the voice contemplated a strategic plan. “Who would take the fall? What is plausible?” The voice muttered unintelligibly for a while, thinking of who to blame for what was to come.
A snap of the fingers pierced the air. “I’ve got it! Blame the Mexican Cartel! Maybe even the Mexican Mafia! Both are always causing trouble with drugs and both are involved in human trafficking. They could be mad that one of their sources of income got thwarted by Officer Richardson twice. That’s going to take longer to set up, but it will be well worth it in the end.” The pacing stopped. The owner of the voice stood in front of a picture taped to the wall. “She took you from me,” the voice whispered to the picture. “I’ll take much more from her. And an underground criminal organization is the perfect cover story to make Officer Richardson along with all she loves disappear…forever…”
