Hello again, everyone. :) I'm glad to see you back for another chapter, and I hope you like it as much as you liked the previous ones, or maybe even more. Thank you for your reviews and for coming back and reading more. You're the best!

I've named the suspect Harvey. I remember he seemed kind of old, and that seems like kind of an old man name. I also wanted to tell this chapter in his point of view-ish (third person though) and wanted him to have a name, instead of just calling him "he," "the man," "the suspect," or whatever other vague nouns and pronouns I've been using. I hope this chapter isn't too creepy... It does, after all, let you see a bit of what this guy is thinking, and he's not thinking nice things...

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Chapter3

Harvey stared downward at the young man slumped against the wall in his second apartment. He'd rented this apartment specifically to do things he wouldn't want his family, friends, neighbours, or co-workers to know about. That's why it was so run-down, and located in such a bad part of town. No one here knew him; no one who knew his family or where he worked would gossip about seeing him with a different teenaged boy every week and wonder what on earth he was up to. This place wasn't his home. It was just a cheap, private location where he could carry out his fantasies without anyone ever knowing. And his fantasies happened to include sex with young boys.

He didn't know why he desired to do these things, and he knew he probably shouldn't, but once he did it the first time, he just couldn't stop. He sought out boys who looked like his son, because it was he who Harvey really wanted, but he knew he could never get away with it. His smart-ass son would tell someone, and then Harvey's reputation would be ruined. So he found the next best thing - homeless teens who were scared to go to the cops for the most part. And if any of them did go to the cops, the police probably brushed them off like the scum they were. No one cared about dirty homeless kids who'd probably rob you the first chance they got. They didn't hold much credibility.

It worked out perfectly, really. Harvey got what he wanted without his son tattling on him, and for only a small price. He had money to spare, and even let the boys keep it at first, but soon he found he rather enjoyed roughing them up a little, and then a lot, and then to the extent where he could just dump them off somewhere when he was done, and there was nothing they could do about him getting their service and keeping his money too. Harvey knew he'd gone too far, but he was past the point of no return. He couldn't take back what he'd done, and he liked doing it. He was already too far gone, so he figured he might as well just keep doing what he loved.

He'd thought he had struck gold when he saw this boy standing up against the adult video store. He had looked desperate for money, and resembled Harvey's son, just like the older man liked. Even in his mannerisms... The boy was defiant, made smart ass comments to the things Harvey said... He slouched, seemed disinterested in everything... He had messy hair that hung in his face, was dressed in dirty, ratty clothing... Just the kind of little brat Harvey wanted to slap around a little bit. He was young and attractive enough to satisfy Harvey's sexual desires, and seemingly defiant enough to deserve to be smacked a few times. He was perfect.

But things hadn't quite worked out as they should have. The kid was actually a cop. He seemed impossibly young, but it seemed he was telling the truth. The boy was even armed with some sort of gun, and had it aimed at Harvey and threatened to shoot him if he made one more move. He'd even called for backup. But he didn't look to be doing so well right about now. Harvey had hit him with his usual weapon many times before the kid finally managed to gain the upperhand on him, and his poor little body seemed to be remembering that right now.

Before the officer had stepped up and finally escaped the older man's grasp, he had been looking pretty defeated. His body was beaten and bruised, and he seemed like he could barely even manage to lift his arms. It must have been fear, panic, and adrenaline that pushed his body past its own limits for just those few seconds he needed to regain control.

The kid's control over the situation seemed to be leaving him now. He was in a sitting position, with one knee raised up as a sort of steadying mechanism for his arm as he held the gun up in a shaking hand. He'd had the phone up to his ear until recently, but holding the gun and the phone at the same time must have been too much for him. Now it was hanging from the receiver by its cord... Just dangling against the wall next to the young officer as he stared ahead with somewhat unfocused looking eyes. He was fighting a battle with unconsciousness, and he was losing.

Harvey contemplated saying something snarky - taunting the kid, but if he could keep the boy feeling relatively safe, maybe his body would give up more easily. The only reason he'd probably stayed alert this long was because he was so scared. Some of Harvey's victims passed out in the past, and some of those boys hadn't even been beaten as badly as this one. This one was strong. He fought back harder than the others. Of course, he had the benefit of having a gun...

After what felt like ages, the gun finally slipped out of the boy's fingers and clattered to the ground. The clattering sound was followed by what could only be described as a panicked whimper. For a brief second, fear flashed through the kid's eyes, but it didn't take long at all before those eyes drooped closed and his body became completely limp.

Harvey rushed over to him as quickly as he could, grabbing up the gun while he still had the chance and then looking down at him. What was he going to do now? He had the gun... So he was kind of in charge again, but he knew there were other cops on their way. And these cops knew his address. Maybe not his home address, but he'd rented this apartment under his own name. They'd find him. He'd already assaulted the officers. There was no way he was going to walk away from this a free man. Maybe Harvey could still deny hurting the other boys, but he wasn't going to get away with this one. He was screwed, so the way he saw it, he might as well just do whatever he wanted to the young officer... What more could they charge him with that wasn't already on his plate by this point?

As he squatted down in front of the kid, Harvey stuffed the cop's gun in his back pocket. He'd probably need it later, depending on what course of action he decided upon pursuing once the other cops arrived - he'd need it pretty soon actually. How long would the cops take when coming to the aid of one of their own? Likely not long at all...

The phone still dangled next to them, and the frantic tone of a voice could be heard coming from it. Without even bothering to listen to what the other man had to say, Harvey grabbed the phone and hung it up. He didn't have time to listen to some cop try to talk him down.

He looked the boy over. The cop had a cut under his eye, and a bruise was forming there as well. Harvey put his fingertips to the boy's cheek and traced the injury. It gave him great satisfaction to know he was the cause of this blemish. Even if this kid really was a police officer, even if he wasn't just a cocky teenager, he was still young, still thought he knew everything, and still deserved this. What kind of a worthless little runt worked as an undercover cop, just waiting to trick people like this? And what did he expect to happen to him when he was pretending to be a prostitute, all by himself?

Harvey had seen this guy around the video store day after day, and he was usually all alone. The idiot was just asking to get raped, killed, or both. In fact, he was lucky he'd lasted this long before someone like Harvey found him and took advantage of his vulnerability. Even if he was a cop, and even if he was armed with a gun, he was still putting himself in a very dangerous situation. Harvey wasn't the only person who liked doing things like this. This little cop was lucky he'd run into Harvey instead of into some guy who'd actually kill him.

Putting his fingers up to the kid's throat, Harvey felt for a pulse. He hoped the officer had only passed out and wasn't actually dead. Harvey had beaten him up pretty badly. He didn't think it was enough to kill him though. He hadn't hit the boy on the head. On the cheek once, yes, but not that hard. He didn't pass out from concussion - probably just pain and exhaustion. And fortunately, Harvey was right. The boy's pulse was there. It was even strong. In fact, his heart was beating a mile a minute.

Harvey brought his hand back up to the boy's cheek and caressed the skin there. The kid's skin was soft. That was one of the things he liked about younger people. They didn't typically have the flaws that people his own age had. He wondered how old this kid actually was. Harvey would have guessed seventeen when he'd picked him up, but if he was really a cop, he couldn't have been so young. Must be in his early twenties...

He ran his other hand down the young man's chest, stopping briefly to feel his pounding heart. He wished he had more time. He shouldn't have assumed the kid was subdued enough before... He should have seen it in this boy's eyes that he was still going to fight. If Harvey had judged the kid better, he'd still have all the time in the the world to do whatever he wanted to him. It was really a shame, because Harvey had been so excited about this one...

Now there wasn't time to try to drag the officer out of here and back to Harvey's vehicle, and he certainly had no other place to go... He'd just have to have whatever fun he could before the cops got here...

At this point, Harvey's hands were back on the boy's thighs, resting on top of the thin material of boxer shorts. In all the commotion, the officer hadn't found the time or opportunity to pull his pants back up completely or to button them. The older man frowned. He wasn't going to have enough time to do everything he wanted to... And he certainly didn't want to be caught exposed by the other cops... It was one thing to let some street scum see him like that, but a bunch of cops? No way...

So instead, he ran his hands back up the younger man's legs and up under his shirt. His skin felt somewhat cold. Probably because he had been standing around outside all day, and because the apartment wasn't heated; Harvey didn't want to bother paying for heat when he hardly ever came here.

As the older man continued straddling the police officer, he heard a small moan and felt a shudder go through the other man's body. Harvey drew his focus up to the boy's face. His eyebrows were knitted in worry and his facial expression looked pained. The older man could see the kid's eyelids just barely fluttering as though he was struggling to wake up. Harvey knew the little guy couldn't have stayed out long. He wasn't in a coma or anything. He'd just fainted for a second. No one ever stayed knocked out long unless they had serious head trauma or were actually asleep.

"Stop," he heard a soft mumble from beneath him and felt the kid's hands pushing weakly at his chest, "get off me..." His eyes were still closed. It wasn't clear weather he was talking in his sleep, or was awake and was just too exhausted to bother opening his eyes.

"Looks like your friends aren't coming," Harvey mocked, "maybe you got the address wrong," he laughed. He knew the boy had the address right, and that the other cops would be here in no time, but messing with the younger man was still entertaining.

The boy whimpered and finally pulled his eyes open. He looked scared. It was a look Harvey had seen on boys like him before. The kid looked around himself frantically and then focused back on the older man hovering over him. He was probably wondering where his gun had gotten to.

Harvey's hands were still on the boy's stomach. He was moving his thumbs back and forth, slowly caressing the young man's skin under his shirt. It almost seemed the younger man hadn't even noticed.

When the officer finally moved his hands to grab at Harvey's, the older man grabbed both of the boy's wrists in one of his larger hands. He smashed them up against the kid's collarbone and held them there firmly so he couldn't move.

The boy struggled to pull his hands free but was unsuccessful, "let me go!" he finally screamed as he kicked out as best as he could under the older man's weight and groaned in frustration at his failure to free himself.

Harvey just laughed as he dragged his free hand down the kid's chest and to the waistband of his boxers, slipping his fingers just barely under the fabric and appreciating the officer's sharp intake of breath and the fact that he tried to flinch away. He kept his eyes on the boy's face, watching his dark eyes widen in fear as they looked downward to see what Harvey's hands were up to.

As the older man pushed his fingers down further into the boy's shorts, he felt the officer pulling desperately to free his hands from the older man's grip and could feel the boy trying with futility to move his body out of Harvey's reach. He could hear a small choked whimper escape the boy's throat as the younger man continued to struggle, "stop," he pleaded again, "please!" His voice sounded pained, and he probably was hurting pretty badly. But Harvey didn't care.

"Why don't you tell me this," Harvey started, "what program do they have you working in where they're willing to send you out onto the streets to work dangerous undercover jobs all alone?" He caressed the skin under the boy's boxers, near his hip bone as he spoke.

A pathetic-sounding whimper escaped the boy's throat as he tried again to wriggle his hands free of Harvey's grasp, "you're only going to get yourself in more trouble by not letting me go," the boy hissed in a pained voice. He proceeded to intake a few more shaking breaths, "my backup will be here any minute," he threatened.

Harvey laughed. Keeping his hand in the kid's shorts, he ran his fingers away from the officer's groin and up over his thigh, as far as he could go before the boy's position against the wall prevented him from going any further.

He intended to take this little game as far as time allowed, but time seemed to be running out. Harvey could hear footfalls on the steps leading up to the apartment (its front door was near the stairs.) At this point, Harvey knew his fun was nearing an end, and it had really hardly even begun this time. He felt his heart picking up pace as he wondered still what he was going to end up doing. He'd never gone to prison before, and he wasn't sure if he was going to let the cops take him in easily or not... In a way, it seemed like it would be a wiser choice to just go along with them, get a lawyer, and settle for being charged with trying to buy a whore and assaulting a police officer... How bad of a sentence would that be? But what if they charged him for the other boys too? He didn't feel like he did much wrong... They were prostitutes, after all... they were literally asking for it... But since they were underage, the cops would see it differently.

Keeping his one hand on the boy's arms to hold him back, Harvey reached back behind himself and grabbed the officer's gun, bringing it into the kid's view. Harvey still wasn't sure if he was going to use it, but it was nice to know he had the option.

The young cop's eyes widened even more than they already had been when Harvey brought the gun into his line of vision. He probably thought he was seconds away from going to sleep for good. Harvey liked seeing the young man's frightened expression, and enjoyed the fact that the officer's body was still trembling beneath him. As much as he would have liked to toy with the kid for a little longer, there just wasn't time.

Harvey stared down at the boy as he evaluated his options one last time. He wasn't sure if he'd put up a fight against the other police officers or not. Realistically he knew he wasn't going to get out of this a free man. He was going to be arrested no matter what. But he could extend his time a little longer if he was willing to add a couple murders to his list of crimes. How many other cops were coming? Did he have enough bullets for all of them? It was very likely they may have summoned much more backup than they needed. Cops seemed to take better care of their own than regular people... He supposed only time would tell what he'd do when the other police officers got there...

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