Chapter Eleven
"Well, so much for going tae the wedding planner's place," Robert said while they walked down the pavement and Peter nodded, tossing the wrapper into the trash bin. The police vehicles and the coroner car were near the curbs while the police officers stood at the bottom of the stairs and Peter and Robert showed them their identifications before going up the stairs. Peter opened the door as they went in and the door closed behind them while they walked down the hallway. The hallway was decorated in antique and posh furniture and crystal chandeliers were hung on the ceiling with gold chains. Peter glanced at a portraits on the wall when a tall man with white hair and green eyes walked closer and he was dressed in a black suit, socks, tie and shoes and a white shirt.
"Guess he's the butler or a head waiter," Peter whispered and Robert nudged him hard in the ribs. They showed the man their identifications as the man half lowered his eyes and placed his hands behind his back.
"This way, please," the man said as they looked at each other, shrugged and followed him down the hallway. The forensic team was in the large den while Cassidy knelt on the floor in front of the large, wooden desk and one of the officers at the door handed Peter and Robert the blue plastic booties and gloves.
"Morning, Boys," she said as they placed the blue plastic booties and gloves on and walked toward her.
"Who's this?" Peter said as he knelt down on his haunches and looked at the body. The body was a tall male with dark brown hair and a lean build and Peter noticed the dried blood on the body's shirt.
"I would like you to meet Preston Arthur William Duncan Franklin Cumberton the fifth," Cassidy said and Peter's eyebrows vanished under his fringe as his eyes went wide.
"Blimey, that's a mouthful," Robert said as he knelt down on his haunches and she nodded her head.
"Do you have a T.O.D.?" Peter asked.
"From the look of him, I would say between eight and ten o'clock. I'll ken more after the autopsy," she said and they nodded their heads.
"Do you think this has anything tae do with the other guys?" Peter asked.
"Aye," she said then gently raised Preston's hand and sighed. "He's missing his ring fingers."
"Great," Peter sighed then stood up and walked away. He headed for the desk when he looked at what was on the desk when he spotted a gold frame and picked the gold frame off the desk. He looked at the photograph of Preston and a young woman with long red hair and green eyes and they were smiling up at him.
"That would be Miss Alicia Bentings," the man said as Peter jumped and nearly dropped the gold frame on the desk.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked then looked at one of the officers. "Get him out of here!"
"Sorry, Sir," one of the officers said as he led the man out of the room and Peter frowned, softly growling.
"I'll call you when I find something," Cassidy said as he looked at her then nodded and picked the gold frame off the desk. Peter and Robert left the room as they headed down the hallway and Peter glared at the man as they walked by.
A soft gurgling sound filled her ear as Marcy started waking up and moved her fingers through the soft chest hair. Campbell moaned softly then shifted on the bed and she smiled. Half opening her eyes, she stroked his nipple as he moaned louder and his heart started beating faster. Marcy rubbed the tip of his nipple between her finger and thumb as the nipple pebbled and grew harder and Campbell started breathing harder.
"More," he grumbled and she kissed his chest near his heart. Supporting herself up on her elbow, she stroked his chest hair while kissing his neck and he arched his head back. She kissed up his neck to his lips and carefully climbed on top of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders while they kissed and he held her head in his hands. He moaned in her mouth as she rubbed her body against his and the silkiness of her teddy tickled his skin. He moved back as he looked at her and smiled softly. "Take that off."
Marcy quickly removed the teddy as she let it drop into a puddle on the floor and gasped as he stroked the underside of her breasts. Looking down, she smiled while he moved his thumbs over the tips of her nipples and she moved closer. She slid upward when she kissed his lips, the tip of his nose then his eyelids after he closed his eyes and he softly dug his fingers into the sides of her breasts. She held onto his shoulders when she moved up enough for him to slips his lips around her nipple and gasped at his tongue swirling around the pebbled flesh.
"Ah," she moaned as he switched over to the other nipple and she placed her head down. He stroked her sides until she moved down his body and kissed his chest. He whimpered as she kissed down to his stomach when she dipped a finger into his navel and looked up at him. He grinned as she moved down to his legs and sat beside him. He wiggled on the bed as the bedding flew off of him then his boxer went flying through the air and she slowly move her hand down his flat stomach to his balls and he closed his eyes.
"Please?" he begged as she looked at him and she climbed onto his legs. She slid her hands under his shaft then moved up and down and he started growing hard. She carefully stroked and pulled on him until he was rock hard and the thick vein pounded against her fingers. The serious look on his face made her smile while she stroked his balls then pinched them and he moaned her name. She felt the weight of his shaft growing when she finally slid up his rock solid shaft and he placed his long legs around her, pulling her closer. Marcy locked eyes with him while she started rocking and gently pressed her muscles against him. "Faster."
"Now, now, we're in no rush," she said as she took control and he whimpered, begging her to go faster. After years of marriage, she knew when he was ready as he nearly grinded the palms of his hands into his eyes then shattered and arched his head back. His body jerked against her three times then he started to come down from his climax and emptied himself into her. Marcy slid off him when she went to lie on her side and stroked the soft hair on his chest. He got control of his breathing and heartbeat when he looked at her and she placed her head on his shoulder. "Did you like that?"
"Aye, very much," he said then yawned and looked at the ceiling.
"Oh fuck," came from the doorway when they looked over at it and Logan stood there with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Two battered suitcases and a duffle bag sat on the floor near his feet and he blushed as he covered his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Marcy asked as she dived off the bed and placed her dressing gown on. "I mean I ken that you were coming home today, but we thought it would be after your last class."
"I, uh, I asked the headmaster if I could go home early. He said I could if I got my homework from my teachers. Blimey, if I ken that I would catch you two…I mean….Dinnae you lock the door?!"
"Dinnae blame me," Campbell said as he got out of bed, wiggled his hips then placed his dressing gown on and tied it shut. "She's the one who keeps forgetting tae lock it."
"Who let you in?" Marcy asked.
"I have a key," Logan said with wide eyes and Campbell softly snorted a laugh. "By the way, who's the woman and two kids in the living room with Eddie and Emma?"
"Ah, that would be my cousin Alec' friend, Ellie, and her sons, Tom and Fred," Campbell said as he walked closer and looked down at the duffle bag. "See that you brought some laundry home."
"Aye," Logan said with a nod of his head.
"Well, get onto it," he said and Logan gave him a stunned look.
"Now?" he asked and Campbell nodded his head. Snorting, Logan lifted the duffle bag off the floor while Campbell pointed to the door and gave him a stern look. Logan left the room while Campbell slid the suitcases out of the room then closed the door and turned, seeing Marcy sitting on the foot of the bed. He walked closer then plopped down on his back and looked at the ceiling.
"Kids," he sighed as she giggled and he placed his hands behind his head.
The doors closed behind them as Peter and Robert walked in the morgue and Cassidy looked at them. Walking closer, they stopped at the metal examination table when Peter looked down at the body and sighed.
"Well?" he asked.
"The T.O.D. was nine thirty and the wounds, bruising and injuries are identical tae the last three victims," she said as she removed the small, metal pointer from her pocket and extended the small, metal pointer. "There were also fibers in his hair and I sent those to the lab."
"Hope it doesn't take them as long as they took for the last samples," Robert said, looking at the body.
"What did they find?" she asked, placing the small, metal pointer back in her pocket.
"It turned out that the fibers are common with linen used in restaurants, hotels and service companies. There was some blood in the fibers and it matches the victims as well as the hairs and skin flakes they found. And there were some other hairs and skin flakes, but there were too many to determine if they belonged a male or a female," Peter said and Cassidy nodded her head. "We did get in contact with his girlfriend."
"Ok, well, I'll send the rest of the reports to your office when I'm done," Cassidy said as they nodded their heads then left the room and the door closed behind them. Looking down, Cassidy frowned as she brushed some hair out of Preston's eyes and picked up the scalpel.
"Awec!" was the first thing he heard as Alec woke up then opened his eyes and blinked until the ceiling became clearer.
"Awec!" came again as he sighed then yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. Slowly rolling onto his left side, he looked down while holding onto the edge of the bed and saw Fred sitting on the floor, grinning up at him.
"Morning," Alec said when Fred giggled then stood up, walked toward the door then turned back to look at him. Yawning, Alec moved the bedding back as he carefully sat up then reached over for the walker cane and pulled himself up. Fred watched as Alec placed the dressing gown on then walked toward him and Fred sat on his bottom, clapping his hands.
"Up," Fred said as he stood up and reached for Alec' fingers. Alec took hold of his hand as they headed for the door then stopped short as Marcy appeared and placed her hands on her hips.
"And where do you think you're going?" she asked while walking closer and he gave her a blank look.
"I was coming tae have breakfast," he said then scratched the stubble on his cheek and sighed.
"Ah, well, it seems that you've slept through that. It's almost lunchtime."
"It is? Why did you let me sleep so long?"
"Because you looked really tired last night and I thought you needed a lie in," she said with a hurt look on her face and he sighed, rolling his eyes.
"You're worse than Miller," he said. Shrugging, she walked closer then slid her arm around his arm and Alec held the handle of the walker cane tightly in his hand. Fred was already gone as they left the room then headed down the hallway when Fred peeked around the corner and Alec nodded his head. Fred walked away as Alec glanced at Marcy and, for the first time since she met him, he smiled.
