AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The conference phone rang, and Cartwright answered it, telling the man on the other end to hang on a moment, they had company. He’d only gotten out a word or two before he was cut off by Donald. He told him again to hold on, they had company.
“I’m sure you do, you fucking bastard. Is it the FBI? The police and whatever else these people with letters on their jackets are with? You fucking bastard, you told me that this was a done deal. That the hospital was losing money every fucking day. And now that I’ve wasted all my time on trying to get you to deal with me, I find out that you’re all going to prison.”
Dawning hit all three of the board members at once. Thatcher laughed. It felt good to be on the other end of their comments and snide remarks about him taking things home with him. Wasting the hospital inventory.
“You really didn’t think you’d get away with this, did you? I mean, the hospital is more profitable now that I’m in surgery, a place that you didn’t want me to be. You said that I was too flamboyant. Too much of a hot dog. I was never sure what you meant by those remarks, but I have a few for you three. Thief. Embezzler. Liar. And here’s one that is perfect for summing it all up. Convicts.”
~*~
As soon as they were in their room, Thatcher went to take a shower. He had told her about what had happened at the mayor’s house, and she didn’t blame him at all. But she needed him. Not just sexually, though that would help, but she wanted him to hold her. It had been a long day so far, and she wanted him to touch her.
“You scrub my back and I’ll scrub yours.” She smiled at him. “You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that? I love the way your hair is all mussy when you wake in the morning. The way all those curls seemed to be straining to corkscrew all up again when it’s wet. I’m in love with the way that your waist seems to slide down into your hips with the curves of a sexy woman.” She kissed him hungrily. “You didn’t scrub my back, love.”
“I have something else to scrub, thank you very much.” She reached to his front after turning him around. Rogen’s hands were soapy, his cock hard and slick now. Touching him this way was a treat for her. He couldn’t touch her and hurry her along. “You are so full, I can feel you just wanting to release. Would you like for me to help you with that?”
When he turned around, Rogen went to her knees in front of him. He handed her a large soft sponge to kneel on and she did that now. Taking his cock into her mouth, Rogen couldn’t help but moan. He was hard, thick, and all hers.
“With you like this before me, it’s all I can do not to come all over you. Just pull from your mouth and spray my cum on your body and face.” She moaned again when he started to move. Rogen noticed too that he was holding onto the wall, the other hand gripping the nozzle tightly. “Rogen, please, let me come on you.”
She pulled from his cock and opened her mouth to him. The water was hitting mostly the floor now. Rogen hadn’t even noticed it being turned that way. And when the first hot stream of his cum hit her in the face, without anyone touching her, she came with him, screaming out from the release that startled her as much as it felt wonderfully fulfilling.
When he jerked her up from the floor, Thatcher slammed her body to the wall of the stall, his cock so quickly sliding into her that she came twice more even before he moved. Her breasts were abused by his mouth. His teeth grazed her throat, and all she could think about was the climax that was building up. The way her body seemed to be stretching toward some unknown finish line that she needed to reach first. And when Thatcher bit down on her throat, she did come.
But to call it something so mundane as that was a gross understatement, as it had her holding onto Thatcher’s shoulders, digging her heels into his tight waist so that she’d not float away. And as soon as Thatcher came, filling her with his hot seed, Rogen just blinked out. Like he’d stabbed her right into her heart.
When she woke, he was beside her, his eyes closed in what seemed to her as a peaceful sleep. Looking at the clock, she knew that when it said that it was two, it was two in the morning and they’d slept through dinner again.
Getting up so as not to disturb Thatcher, she showered and dressed. The note that he’d left her on the counter said that he’d gotten called in last night again and didn’t get home until just before eleven. Leaving the room, she let him sleep and headed to her offices.
The phone ringing an hour or so later made her realize that she’d not eaten much. Tossing away the nutrition bar wrappers, Rogen answered the phone. It was Donaldson.
“I have two questions for you. One is personal, so I’ll leave that until last. Can you please look up something for me? An address on the street view.” She pulled the place up he asked her about. “Do you see anything wrong with this place? Something that the rest of us here cannot see?”
“Such as?” While he asked someone else for a list, she began searching the exterior of the house. She found a camera on the front porch and hacked her way into that. It was then that she found out the entire house was wired. “The house is one I can look inside of as well. I don’t have the connection as yet. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside the house. But before you do that—” Rogen told him
it was too late. “I’m so sorry, Rogen. I did mean to warn you first. Are they...honey, are they all dead?”
Rogen always tried to detach herself from what she looked at for the government. There had been times when it had been impossible for her to see anything more than they did. But this time, she was seeing it all. And there hadn’t been time to isolate herself from the bodies that were present. Rogen was going to be professional about this even if it made her sick later. Pulling on her headset and hanging up her phone, she was speaking to the room Donaldson was in.
“There are four dead in the living room where I’m starting. Two head shots, both male. One female, execution style. Hands tied to her front…legs? It looks like tape was used. The other woman, I can’t tell—her face has been destroyed. Hands tied as well and her legs taped to the chair. Are there more in the house?” Donaldson said there were people missing. “Children?”
“Yes. Four of them. The SWAT team is on standby. No locals involved. There is also a group that you’re familiar with just about four minutes away.” There was no guessing time with Donaldson, he knew they were four minutes out. “Check all rooms on this floor, then the upper levels. If there is a basement, check it last.”
The kitchen, dining room, as well as both powder rooms were clear. A great deal of blood in the kitchen, but no bodies. Rogen clicked on the cameras for the upper floors. Nothing in the hall, but there seemed to be as many as six more rooms up there.
“Master is clear, but someone was looking for something. I would say safe by the way they tore things off the walls. Floor is covered, but no ripped up carpet.” She made her way to the next room—the nursery—and she had to breathe in and out before she could continue. “Nursery is clear, but the room has been trashed as well. Clothing torn from closet. There are two cameras in this room—the other shows that whoever came in shot a great many holes in the closet. Do you know if there is a panic room?”
“There is no mention of it, but that might be because it was added under private contractors. I’m checking that now.” Rogen thanked him, her mind on auto pilot now. “It’s in the sub levels. I’m hoping you can unlock it for me.”
“I’ll try. The next bedroom is clear. Two beds, two dressers, and a closet that has been done the same way as the baby’s room. They seem to have wanted the children badly.” Donaldson said something, but Rogen was breaking into the next camera. “This bedroom is clear as well. The closet and dressers are in worse shape as they’re going along. I’d say that they’re getting frustrated.”
“Check the living room again. I have your team right outside the front door, and I want to make sure that they’re going to be alone.” Going back, she cleared it so that they could come in. They’d not make a noise since she was still searching the house. “They’re going to stand where they are, Rogen. You tell me when you’ve finished.”
The next two rooms had been destroyed. There was no other term for it. Beds were broken into splinters. There were gunshot holes all around the room this time. The dressers looked as if they’d been cut up with an axe. Rogen clicked into the last room on the floor.
“Bathroom, large, with a closet in the room. There is a woman there. Looks like a domestic. She’s been raped if I’m seeing this right, and her throat cut. Donaldson, the presence of the domestic means the children were home, doesn’t it?” She felt panic roll over her for the children. If she counted right, there were four children by the number of beds in the house. “I’m breaking into the basement. I need a minute. Just a minute.”
