Where You Can Find Me by Fiona Cole
21
The next coupleof weeks progressed quickly and uneventfully. Jack seemed to be hesitantly at ease because the serial killer case had gone quiet. They hadn’t found a body in the past three weeks. He told me he didn’t know what to think about it, and then the rookie cop, Aimes, had taken a vacation for a week to visit family. During the lull, Jack took on some of the other cases that had been piling up with his security company. Grayson took the lead on any information that came in on the case and reported it all to Jack, which led to us all having lunch together more and more frequently. Jack and I tried to see each other as much as possible, and it worked well that they used the time to go over any important information outside of the office.
At the first lunch, after admitting my fantasy to Jack, I felt uncomfortable about Grayson. I felt like he could read my confession all over my face. At the second lunch, I feared that maybe Jack had talked about it with Grayson.
“What do you mean, have I talked to Grayson about your fantasy?” Jack asked confused, and a little shocked.
“I know guys talk, and I didn’t know if you maybe shared with him that … that … that thing I mentioned the other night.” I stuttered my words and felt heat creeping up my cheeks as my eyes dipped to his neck.
“Luella, look at me.” I raised my eyes to his reluctantly. “First of all, I would never gab to Grayson like a gossip. Secondly, that thing you mentioned the other night,” he dipped his head down and whispered in my ear, “your fantasy of having Grayson and I fuck you like you deserve. Don’t call it a thing. Own your fantasies. They’re sexy as hell, and I love you more for it.” He leaned back and gave me a small kiss on the mouth. My chest felt lighter, having the conversation. I felt like I could relax again at the lunches and stop questioning every move Grayson made or look the guys shared between each other.
Wondering if he kept bringing it up to get me used to the idea, part of me feared that truth while another part desperately hoped for it. His words beyond enticed me and turned me on more than I thought possible. I didn’t know how far Jack planned on taking my fantasy, but he used it wisely when having sex.
Could you imagine a mouth on each nipple?
What about sucking a cock while another licked your pussy?
Would you like it if we tied your hands down and used you? Pleased you? Four hands, two dicks, two mouths? Imagine the possibilities.
Has this sweet ass ever been fucked before? Would I be the first man to claim it? Would you let me?
Could you imagine how wonderfully full you would feel with a cock in your pussy and another in your ass? Completely surrounded. Utterly cherished.
His words painted a picture that made my skin burn with desire. And with each question, only one word could leave my lips. Yes. I never hesitated. I never wanted to deny it.
Through it all, we fell into this perfect relationship I never knew I could have or that I would even want. I never thought I would open myself up this way. After we exchanged our I-love-yous that night, everything else progressed naturally. Jack became more involved with my day-to-day activities. While I spent some nights at his apartment, he mostly stayed with me and began leaving a few odds and ends each time he came. I liked seeing his stuff around my house.
He even began coming to all of our Sunday family dinners with Jameson and Evie. Jameson acted cold and hesitant at first, but Evie and I ridiculed him into submission, and I think they ended up bonding over being the guys annoyed by us more than anything. Either way, I loved seeing my brother interact with him and get along. It made my family feel complete. Too often, I thought it would only be Jameson and me, with the occasional Evie. But she was a social butterfly who would eventually branch out into her own family. Jameson and I used to seem too damaged to share our love with others. The fear of loss lingered with us, clinging and refusing to let go.
The fear still stayed with me, but I held my love for Jack tighter than anything else, and I welcomed him with open arms. Every time he told me he loved me, my heart swelled, whether he said it at the end of a goodbye or when his eyes lingered, and he said it in a way that resonated within my soul. I cherished each and every one.
Since he had been so busy catching up on work all through January, we hadn’t been able to have a proper dinner date until mid-February. We started our evening at a dueling piano bar in Covington before heading back over the bridge to have dinner near Fountain Square. Before we headed into the restaurant, Jack surprised me by taking me on a horse-drawn carriage ride. The white chariot was shaped like a pumpkin and had lights around the curved bars. A clear plastic covered the carriage to fend off some of the cold as well as a blanket. I barely noticed the February air with Jack’s arm around me. We cuddled close under the blanket as we watched the city go by. I always loved the horse rides around the city. We did them as a family, every year around the holidays when we were younger.
When we made our way back to Fountain Square, he asked me if I wanted to go ice skating, but I didn’t think my short sequined skirt could hold up to me falling all over the place. He promised me he would only cop a feel once before he pulled me up off my ass. I appreciated his romanticism but still declined with much sarcasm.
After dinner, we made our way to a small high-end bar with dim lights and a dark interior. The atmosphere encouraged close encounters and romance between couples with the dark corners and small tables. Light jazz music played in the background as I sipped on my glass of red wine. Jack ordered an Old Fashioned, and I joked about him being an old man in a sexy, young man’s body. His laugh sent tingles down my spine. I could never get used to the feeling his smile brought to me. I loved to make people laugh, but it felt ten times better when Jack enjoyed my sense of humor. He was my lover, and he was my friend. He made me happy and comfortable. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. He was my person.
Between all the laughter, Jack’s phone began to ring with Shane’s name. Repeatedly. With an apologetic look, he answered his phone.
“MacCabe.” Shane’s voice resonated through the phone, and while I couldn’t hear the words, I sensed the urgency in them. “What? Slow down.” A pause. “Okay.” Jack began gathering his jacket and throwing more than enough cash on our table. Confused, I followed suit and gathered my purse. “I’m on my way.” He ended the call, shoved the phone in his pocket, and reached back for my hand, tugging me along. With a quick glance back, he dropped his eyes to my heeled boots. “Fuck. Can you run in those?”
My eyes widened as I nodded my head before saying, “I can try my best. What’s going on, Jack?” I tried to keep my mounting fear out of my voice, but I was sure he could hear it.
“Just go as fast as you can. I’ll explain in the car.”
He dragged me through the crowds as he shoved people aside, giving a brusque apology. When we reached the crowded wait at the elevators, he mumbled a quick, “Fuck it.” Then made his way to the stairs. Somehow, by the grace of all things holy, I managed to not wipe out and made it to the car with both my ankles intact.
He started the car and maneuvered his way out of the garage. Our gasping breaths filled the silent cab of the truck. I remained silent as we weaved through the traffic heading out of the downtown area and toward the outskirts, which were crowded with factories. “Jack?” He glanced at me with a pained stare. I didn’t want to ask, but I needed to know what the hell was going on. “What’s going on?”
He took a deep breath before explaining. “There’s been another murder. But this time, an unknown witness called it in. Said he saw a man dragging a woman into one of the abandoned warehouses. Shane called to let me know so we could get everyone there. We’re closer, so we’ll probably get there first.” He took another quick glance in my direction. “Lu, if I could have left you at the bar, I would have. Just keep your head down and stay in the car, okay?”
I numbly nodded my head, trying to process the situation. I jumped when his phone began to ring again. “MacCabe.” He listened to the person on the other line. “Yeah, man. I got the call. I’m on my way. I have Lu with me; we were on a date in the city tonight.” I assumed it was Grayson on the other end. “Haha. Yeah, I sure know romance. I’ll let you give me some pointers later. Look, man, just get here as soon as you can. I need another pair of eyes that isn’t part of the department.”
He ended the call just as he pulled into the abandoned parking lot. Killing the lights, the car slowed to a crawl as he approached the building. My heart pounded in my chest as my sweaty palms gripped the seat belt as though it would save me from whatever could happen. My shoulders curled forward, lowering me in the seat as my eyes darted around, looking for whatever might be out there. Not too far off, I noticed a large factory door open. In the dark of the night, my mind struggled to understand the shadows in the distance. My heart lurched in my throat when I saw a movement as we got closer. I shot my hand out to Jack’s forearm and whispered, “Jack.” I nodded my head in the direction as we crept closer.
I sunk further down in the seat, trying to hide from whatever horror awaited us. As we inched closer, the image clarified in my mind at the same time Jack noticed what I saw. An image I would give anything in the world to remove. Vomit rose in my throat as I choked on my own breath. Jack’s hand shot out to cover my mouth. “Don’t scream. Breathe deep, and don’t scream. Don’t look.”
But it was too late. A woman hung from the top of the high door opening. Each arm tied up toward a corner, leaving her feet dangling above the ground. Her head lolled to the side of her nude body. I had never seen a body so brutalized before. I couldn’t turn my eyes away as they opened wider in shock. Stop looking! I kept saying it, hoping at some point, my muscles would function again, and I would turn away.
I just kept noticing more details. Her dark hair hung in wet chunks down her shoulders. A colorful spattering of watercolor flowers along her thigh. Where had I seen that? The waitress at Nada. Whitney. When I finally noticed her stomach had been cut open to let her organs fall out, the vomit rushed to the surface. Jack reached in his glove box quickly and opened a brown paper bag in front of me. I emptied every good memory from that night into the bag as tears leaked from my eyes. The vomiting continued endlessly. And once it stopped, I began to hyperventilate. My breaths came tearing in and out of me. In the distance, I could feel Jack’s hand moving up and down my back as the other lifted my face toward his. His lips moved, but I kept seeing her body.
He gave me a firm shake, and his demanding tone penetrated the panic. “Look at me, Luella.” He shook my head again, jarring me. “Listen to me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Just like me. Look at me and breathe.” This continued until my lungs finally settled. “Okay?” I nodded jerkily, and a breath stuttered from my mouth. “I have to go out there and look around.”
Immediately I frantically shook my head. “No. No. No. P-p-please. Please, don’t leave me. Don’t go out there. P-please,” I begged him.
“Luella, calm down. I want you to curl up on the floor. All right?” I still shook my head no. I knew he needed me to get my shit together, but my shit packed up and left. I was saved from being left alone when sirens began blaring in the distance. I took deep breaths trying to regulate my breathing as I stared into his eyes, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.
“You won’t be alone. Whoever it was is gone. I just need to look before everyone stomps all over it. Okay? Please, baby. You can do this.” Finally, my head nodded yes, and I lowered my shaking limbs to the floorboards. The cops would be here any minute, and I needed to let him get done what he needed.
He left the keys with me and told me to lock the doors once he closed it. It sounded like a horrible idea, but I just nodded my head and stuttered out a quick ‘I love you.’ He returned the words and turned to go. I listened to the sirens getting closer to help calm myself. I started to count the seconds that turned into minutes to see how much longer it would take for them to get here. A game that passed the never-ending time.
I jumped, hitting my head on the dash, as a small scream escaped after hearing a knock on the window. I looked up hesitantly, not wanting to see a stranger and my possible death. Instead, I saw Jack. I unlocked the doors and latched my arms around his neck just as the flashing lights and sirens arrived.
“Shhh. It’s fine, Lu. I’ve got you, baby.” He ran his hands up and down my back and through my hair, trying to soothe me. Once my grip lessened a tiny fraction, he pulled back and placed both hands on my cheeks, making sure I looked at him. “Listen to me. The cops are here, and I’ve got to help them out. One of the officers is going to take you to Jameson’s or Evie’s. You pick. I just don’t want you to be alone right now.” I shook my head in denial, not wanting to leave his side. “Stop shaking your head, no. You can’t be here. You don’t want to be here.”
“I don’t want to be away from you,” I interrupted.
“Luella, I love you, but I can’t have you here right now. All right?” I swallowed hard and reluctantly nodded my head. He placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “Good girl. Now, they’re probably going to question you, and then I will take you to someone I know who will get you home safe. Okay?”
“Okay.”
We got out of the car, and he led me away from the scene to an ambulance. He wanted me to get checked for shock since I couldn’t stop shaking. While I was being looked over, he called Jameson to explain the situation and let him know that I would be there soon. I could hear my brother’s raised voice, despite the distance between us. Jack came back to my side while one of the officers questioned me. I could see his eagerness to get to the scene and be a part of the investigation. Grayson arrived about the same time everyone else did, and Jack had him taking his own notes.
As soon as the questioning ended, Jack led me to another cop he trusted and had him drive me to Jameson’s. My brother tried to pester me with questions when I walked in the door, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I took a shower and asked for wine. I was sure he could see how much it affected me and just turned on the television and sat with me.
“I’m going to get some blankets. You can sleep on the couch, and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
The relief of not being alone lifted a weight from my chest and caused a surge of tears to burn my eyes. I just looked at him and thought about telling him he didn’t have to do that. Instead, I nodded my head and felt grateful to have a brother who knew me well enough to not leave me alone. We left the TV on, and I begrudgingly fell asleep to dreams of torture and loss.