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~Cooper~
“Gettingnumbers while on the clock! Smooth, man,” Sam chuckled as they pulled off from thediner.
“Let’s not talk about it, you. I seem to remember a certain night when we stopped over a little Latina’s house so youcould—”
“Okay, okay!” Sam laughed, holding his hands up. “You don’t have to air my dirty laundry. She was hot. I’ll give you that. I would have gotten her number too,” Samchuckled.
There was something about her. He couldn’t explain it. While ordering his coffee and breakfast sandwich, the skin on the back of his neck tingled, as if someone was watching him. He was almost brought to his knees when his eyes met her ice blue eyes. Her thick dark brown hair with blond highlights was pulled up in a high messy bun. He assumed she was a nurse since she was dressed in scrubs. Even after working a long shift, she was still the most beautiful one in the diner. Her creamy skin was flawless, drawing himtoher.
He was a little rusty in asking for her number. He had been in a relationship with his on again, off again girlfriend, Eden, for the last four years and they broke up again six months ago. He hadn’t really had time to date after finally breaking it off with Eden for good. He didn’t want to leave the restaurant without her number. He couldn’t. Something about her just drew him to her like a moth to aflame.
The minute her hand touched his, his cock jumped to attention, trying to drill a hole in his jeans. Her shyness was a major turn on. Just thinking of helping her open up, screaming his name while he pounded his cock into her soft wet creamy core, had him about to embarrass himself. He needed to get out of there before he humiliated himself by either drooling or coming in his jeans. His phone rang, breaking through hisdaydream.
“Cooper,” he answered, as Sam brought the car to a stop at a redlight.
“Hey, Cooper, it’s Janice. You and Sam are needed over at the old Barmilla Technologies building downtown. They’ve got another body that fits the description of the other three ya’ll are investigating,” the police nightdispatchersaid.
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. He had hoped that he could have gone home to get some shuteye before having to get back to the station. He’d been up for almost twentyhoursnow.
“All right, we know the place,” Cooper hung up thephone.
“What we got?” Samasked.
“Down at the old Barmilla Technologies factory building down on West Eighth Street. Another DB,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. Another ‘DB,’ translated into laymen’s terms:deadbody.
Their latest investigation had been a string of murders across the city. So far, they had been working on three similar deaths. All the bodies were found with no scratches, injuries, bruising, or any defensive wounds. The bodies were immaculate. The only thing the coroner found on all of the bodies were twin puncture marks on the neck and the bodies missing at least half of their bloodsupply.
“Shit! We better not have a fucking serial killer on our hands.” Sam cursed, speeding off in the direction ofdowntown.
“I know. Fuck! When the press gets wind of this, they will call it a serialkiller.”
“Captain is going to be on our ass. We need to handle this one with caution.” Sam turned the dash blue and red lights on andspedup.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up to the location of the latest body. Uniform cars were everywhere; the coroner’s van and the CSI team were there as well. Off to the side, behind all of the yellow tape, was themedia.
“Shit! It’s a mad house already!” Cooper jumped out of the car the second Sam put it into park. They quickly ducked under the yellow tape, flashing their badges, looking for the officer in charge. Spotting Officer Banks, they made their waytohim.
“Detectives Cooper and Colsten. Welcome to the party,” Officer Banks saidsarcastically.
“Glad to be here,” Cooper answered, returning thesarcasm.
“Follow me, our good old CSI boys and girls are about to start bagging and tagging. I had them wait when I heard you were on your way.” Officer Banks led them into thebuilding.
“I thought this building was abandoned?” Sam asked as they walked into the mainlobby.
“It usually is, but sometimes the homeless break in to it to get out of the elements. That’s what happened tonight.” He nodded to a dingy-looking man speaking to a uniform cop. “That guy over there was the one that found the body and calleditin.”
The first room off the lobby looked like a conference room with no furniture. In the middle of the room on the floor lay the body of a white male that looked to be in his early forties. He was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve sweatshirt. Walking over to it, they all tried not to step on anything. The coroner, Dr. Daniel Bevins, walked intotheroom.
“Hi Cooper. Hey Sam,” Dr. Bevins said, snapping surgical gloves on hishands.
“What do you think, doc?” Cooper asked, watching the physician look thebodyover.
“I won’t know anything until I get him on the slab. But so far, it looks like the same as the otherthree.”
“Shit! You know what that means?” Sam said, shakinghishead.
