Chapter 5 #2
Holy hell, this was what he had been missing all these years.
The kind of passion and excitement that rolled his eyes to the back of his head and left him gasping for air.
This was what he had given up to follow a dream that had come crashing down around him.
What the hell had he been thinking? And… .
“God…,” Eddie moaned as energy he could no longer control took over.
“Marty…,” he whimpered as he tried to give warning, but Marty increased his suction, sending Eddie’s excitement past the point of no return.
All he could do was groan and clamp his eyes closed as his ecstasy built until he could no longer contain it.
His release threatened to overpower him, but Marty stayed with him the entire time, taking all Eddie had to give.
Then, once he was spent, Eddie lay back on the bedding, and Marty smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.
Eddie woke the following morning to Marty’s arms around him and Marty in his covers burrito with Eddie barely covered at all.
Not that it was a surprise. Marty was sound asleep, which made Eddie smile, because after a short rest, he had given as good as Marty, and they both had fallen asleep completely sated.
That was one way to stop his mind from running in circles.
A knock on the door pulled Eddie completely awake. He got up and pulled on his robe before going to find out what was happening.
“Aren’t you up yet?” Brian asked as he strode inside, pressing a cup of coffee into Eddie hand. “We have a lot to do.”
“Okay. Yeah… give me a minute.” He went back to his room and dressed as quietly as he could.
Thankfully, Marty slept like the dead. Once Eddie had his uniform on, he grabbed his shoes and socks, closed the bedroom door, and carried them out, sitting in a chair to put them on. “Did more information come in?”
“Yeah. You hit it on the head. There was nothing fresh on the chair arms, but we got a hit on the baseball. Fresh DNA that doesn’t belong to our victim. We aren’t sure how it got on the ball yet, but it’s saliva and mucus.”
Eddie chuckled. “The guy sneezed on it. He must have had a similar reaction to mine in that building. Does the DNA match anyone?”
“No. We don’t have a match, but if we get a suspect, we have something to match them to.”
Eddie finished getting his shoes on as Marty came out, wrapped in Eddie’s dark blue robe.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing right now. We need to get to the station to review the evidence. You work from home as best you can, keep the doors locked, and call if you need anything. I’ll come by and pick you up before lunch.” Eddie kissed him and then followed Brian out to the squad car.
“I take it things between you and Marty have rekindled,” Brian said once they were in the car and pulling on their seat belts. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Pot… kettle… black,” Eddie said with a smirk.
“Okay. Point taken. But you don’t know how much Marty is involved with all of this. Granted, it isn’t likely.”
“Come on. He’s been helping us, and I know him. Marty would never be part of or condone this kind of activity, and you know it. So stop giving me a hard time.” He rolled his eyes, and Brian grinned. “Sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, and so can you.” He pulled out of the drive, and they headed to the station, where Brian had laid out everything they had recovered or found so far, but as Eddie looked it over, nothing stuck out to him.
“What we need is the guy who was following Marty. He’s the most likely murder suspect, but how do we find him? ”
“I keep wondering that myself. Marty saw him twice, and we’ve run his description through a number of databases, but we either get too many hits on the description or the DNA doesn’t match. It’s possible that the DNA isn’t for our suspect, but what else do we have?”
Brian nodded. “What we need to do is follow the money. We have to meet Vicky and see what she can tell us.”
Eddie and Brian picked up Marty, and the three of them went to the diner where Vicky ate her lunch.
Marty went in first, and they gave him a few minutes before going in, walking to where Marty and Vicky sat in one of the back booths.
A half-eaten bologna sandwich sat on a plastic bag as Vicky sipped her pink milkshake.
“These are my friends,” Marty told her. “This is Brian, and this is Eddie. They’re with the police, but you aren’t in any trouble. Okay?”
She nodded. “I’m a good person. I don’t do things wrong.” She finished her shake and smiled.
“That’s really good. But some other people may have done bad things. And you can help these men stop them,” Marty told her. “Can you tell us who gives you the bags to make the deposits?”
“Oh. Uncle Mark. He asked me to make them for him last year. It was spring, and it was warm. He said he would give me extra to do it.” She smiled, eyes bright.
“That’s Mark Haver, right?” Eddie asked.
“Yes. He and Aunt Millie look after me. He told me I had to keep the deposits and the money a secret from Aunt Millie so I could have extra money to buy things. Aunt Millie likes to know everything.” She rolled her eyes.
“So Uncle Mark gives you the bags, and you put them in the night deposit drops on your way home?” Eddie asked.
“Yes. I walk home sometimes, and sometimes Uncle Mark takes me home, and I go into the bank. He stays in the car and waits for me.”
Eddie made notes. “Can you tell us which banks you go to?”
Vicky thought for a minute and looked at Marty.
“It’s okay. They are trying to help.”
“But will Uncle Mark get in trouble?” she asked.
Eddie didn’t know what to say, and he glanced at Brian. Thankfully, Marty came to the rescue. “I don’t know about that. But if Uncle Mark was doing something wrong, what would you do?”
“Tell Aunt Millie,” Vicky said confidently.
“Well, we don’t know if he is doing something wrong, but if he is, then we will tell Aunt Millie for you. No one is going to get mad at you,” Brian said gently.
“Oh. Okay.” She was happy once again. She listed off descriptions of the banks, including, “The one with the horse and wagon and one with a one and a flag.” From those logo descriptions, as well as some bank names, he was able to put together a list of six banks where she was making semi-regular deposits.
“That’s a big help.” Marty leaned forward, and Eddie wondered what he was going to ask. “Can I ask, when you make deposits in person, what do you do with the slips the bank gives you?”
She shrugged and then picked up a pink Hello Kitty backpack. She opened a zipper and pulled out a bunch of wadded deposit receipts. She handed them to Marty. “They were messy.”
“Well, then, now is a good time to clean them out.” Marty took them, and Vicky handed him some more until she was happy that part of her backpack was clean again.
Marty gave them to Brian, who put them in a plastic evidence bag.
Not that the prints were going to tell them anything, but the receipts would give them some information, he hoped.
“Do you want something else to eat? Eddie and Brian will get you anything you want.”
Vicky’s eyes lit up. “Chocolate cake and French fries? Aunt Millie never lets me have those. She says they’re bad for you. Unhealthy.”
“Then you can have both if you want,” Marty said as the server approached.
Marty gave her his order and Vicky’s, and the guys gave theirs.
“Oh, and put the rest of Vicky’s bill on this one.
Okay?” Marty winked, and Eddie nodded. He was more than willing to pick up her tab for the information they’d received.
“Sure,” she said, and hurried away, then returned with drinks and eventually their food. Eddie was starved and tried to keep the smirk off his face as he remembered the reason why.
Vicky leaned close to Marty as though she had a secret. “I think he likes you,” she said in a stage whisper. “Boys can like boys, and girls can like girls. That’s what Aunt Millie told me.”
“She’s right,” Eddie told her. “And you’re very smart. Marty and I were boyfriends when we were in college.”
“And do you want to be boyfriends again?” she asked, taking a fry once the server set the plate in front of her.
“Maybe. But that’s up to Marty. I think he and I need to talk about it.” He winked, and Vicky giggled.
“Is it a secret?” she asked, grinning at the thought she knew something others didn’t.
“Kind of.” He sat back and ate his burger. Marty shook his head and munched on his salad.
Marty and Vicky talked during lunch while Eddie worked through the information they had. He figured it was enough for them to get a search warrant for Mark Haver’s home, as well as the office and all retail locations. He pulled out his phone and texted Brian, not wanting to talk openly about it.
We have plenty. You go ahead and draft the warrant when we get back, and I’ll get the captain to review it before we take it to a judge.
Eddie put his phone away and finished his lunch. Then he paid the bill, and they all thanked Vicky before leaving the diner. Eddie took Marty back to his place and saw him inside. “He and I have a lot of work to do. Vicky was very helpful.”
“She was. I just hope that her uncle doesn’t decide to make her pay for talking to us.”
“I take it all we need to do is contact her Aunt Millie and let her know what’s going on, and I’m sure she will make sure that her husband doesn’t take things out on her. Do you happen to know her aunt?”
“Millie? Of course I do. She comes into the office sometimes. She talks to everyone and is very nice. I don’t think she knows what her husband is doing.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But we’ll find out.” He made sure the doors would lock after him.
“Don’t let anyone in, and call me right away if anything unusual happens.
I can have someone here in a matter of minutes.
” Eddie kissed him before hurrying out of the house and to the car, heading back to work.
Hopefully, some of the information they had would lead to a break in the case.