Chapter 11
Roark
“Do you think she is really in here or that he is just being paranoid because he forgot to lock his own door?” Andy asked me. I shrugged my shoulders as I turned on the light to the kitchen. Modern minimalism, white cabinets with black countertops, all silver appliances. No wonder he never invited anyone over. There was no sign of Sandra downstairs, I motioned for Andy to check the basement. He nodded, shutting his mouth for once and doing as he was told.
Andy climbed the steps from the basement, “All clear down there. All clear on the whole lower level of the house,” Andy looked up the stairs and we both had a feeling where we would find her. We looked at each other for a moment.
“Bedroom.” We both said together.
We knew her antics, she’s trying to get back with Max and I don’t put anything past her at this point. It’s just more on the side of how long she’s been here and what the hell she’s been doing this whole time.
We took the steps slowly; Max really needs to put carpet or some type of protection on these wooden steps. We went up as quietly as we could. We checked the two rooms on the right side of the hallway first, an in-home gym and an office. The other room across from the gym was the bathroom, leaving the last room on the left to be the bedroom.
Soft moans came out from under the door. I really hope she’s just watching porn and that’s all I’m hearing. I knocked on the door and the moaning stopped. I heard her giggle like a fucking schoolgirl about to get caught by her crush. I turned the knob on the door and pushed it open. Sandra was laying spread eagle on the bed, pussy fully exposed to us playing with herself, her eyes closed. When we turned on the lights, she opened her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs. We were not who she was expecting.
“Sandra, you know you’re not allowed to be here. Get up and get your clothes on,” I said adverting my gaze. Andy looked like he was about to puke from what he just saw. Something tells me this is going to scar him for quite a while.
“I’m not leaving until Max gets home. We have some business we need to take care of,” She threw the blanket over her and glared at us.
“Sandra, he called Rick. Do you think that we would be inside Max’s house without reason?” I found her clothes on the floor and tossed them at her. “Get dressed.”
“You’re going to regret this Roark. I’ll report you for sexual harassment. Walking in on a girl in her home,” Sandra shouted. I could hear her shuffling her clothes back on,
“This isn’t you’re house, and you know it. Max had you evicted and told you to give him back the key,” I stated. “You are trespassing and ignoring a direct order by your Captain to stay away from Max, you didn’t so now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences.”
“Are you threatening to arrest me?” She squawked at me, thankfully Andy chimed in.
“What do you think Sandra? You broke into Max’s house and before you say anything, yes it’s breaking in because he told you to give him back his key and you refused. So that’s breaking and entering. So, yes you are under arrest. I can either read you your rights now or I can just take you to Rick and let him deal with you.” Andy gave her the ultimatum but failed to tell her that she was going in cuffs regardless. She chose to go to Rick’s office and tried to fight the handcuffs. I was surprised that Andy didn’t put up with her shit. He got her out of the house and in the back of our patrol car within minutes.
Max was in the living room when I got down the stairs. “Burn your bed and all the sheets dude.” I said as I walked out the door. I’m going to need to wash my eyes out to get that image out of my head. I’m gonna fucking puke.