Homicidal
Chapter 55
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(Submitted by EAMCSquared)
We log on to Facebook and create a new account for Bella. Before joining the Extreme Restraints group, we need to make sure that her profile will entice the potential suspect into contacting her.
I take a picture of Bella with her hair all mussed from our wall romp and a post-coital glow on her face to use on her profile. Now, on to her new on-line alias.
"Jesus Christ, Edward! You think making my name Ivana Humpalot and listing as my hobby 'Really hot sex while handcuffed so I don't junk punch you' is going to attract our perp?"
A/N: WOW! We were SUPER impressed, ladies. As you can see, there are MANY great options. We nearly made ourselves into whipped potatoes duking it out, but in the end, we felt that EAMCSquared perfectly captured the essence of the...never mind. The profile pic is gonna be epic! The hobby...yes. ENTICING, indeed! Well done, E!
Here are the rest, each one highly entertaining in its own way. We got so excited when each new one came through, pondering (BUT NOT DISCUSSING) where the story might go with each lead. Please leave a little love in your reviews for all the entrants. Thank you all, especially the ones who popped their drabble cherries right here!
Take it, Hot Tot!
From CullensTwiMistress:
We're at the kitchen table, a laptop perched upon it, as Bella sits on my knee, her fingers running over the keyboard. "So we know they were all part of this sex ring," she assesses.
"And we know it was some kinky stuff going on in that underground club," I confirm.
"Okay, so all I need to do is get in there and find out who's in charge." Bella clicks on the pictures from the Facebook page and goes through them one by one looking for clues as to who she has to go through to infiltrate.
From ilive2read:
It's very hard to concentrate on trying to find the link between these women and their killer or killers while watching my woman scratching her belly. I guess I should have let her take a shower after our extracurricular activities, because now she is peeling strips of my dried up man juice off of her beautiful stomach.
She catches me watching and raises those fists of torture and threatens my love apples. With a pathetic whine thinking of what I could be doing I, instead, turn back to the computer.
Wait I think I see a small connection right there!
From Alterite:
"To Detective Cullen and Detective Swan at Chicago PD, from The Kinky Riddler," Bella reads. "This is your clue, Chicago PD.
'I get laid in the alley, I often end up in the middle of your split, when your fingers slip inside of me, I'm ready to go.'
Find me there before midnight or another one dies."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That 'Kinky Riddler' is the most ridiculous name for a serial killer, ever? Yes, absolutely."
"No, Bella! The alley, that's where the first body was found! And a split, they might be gymnasts!"
Bella scoffs at me.
From Daphodill:
"What are we looking for, exactly?" I ask, scrolling through the photos from the coroner's office.
Bella faces me, rolling her eyes. My button-down slips from her shoulder as she moves. "Clues, dumbass. A pattern. They all look alike, are into BDSM, but what else? What has our perp taken from them..."
"Besides their lives?" I mumble into her bare shoulder.
Abruptly, Bella leaves the seat we're sharing, leaving my cotton-clad lap bereft.
For someone who just professed her love for me no less than twenty minutes ago, she sure is being bitchy. Maybe she needs some more Vitamin E.
From Poppyanna:
"Go back, let me see that picture again."
As she leans on the table, chin in hand and clicks through the crime scene pictures from her place on my lap, it's like we've never been apart, and yet she feels so new to me.
"Hmm..okay, I thought I recognised the scarf but I don't."
Leaning into her and kissing her temple, I close my eyes and get lost in the memory or our past declarations and wonder if we'll last the distance this time.
"I wonder if it got too much for them, working the streets for Jasper Hale."
From Postapocalypticdepository:
It's already on and waiting to boot.
I am still coming down off my high of finally getting her back.
As I stand behind her, she sits and waits.
I can't help myself; I just have to "kiss-lick" her...from temple, to cheek, to jaw, to chin, down her neck, and across her chest until my nose is nestled in lace-cradled boobery.
"Mmmmmm. Oh, how I missed you girls."
"Ahem!"
"Well, it looks like you haven't missed them that much, Edward. What the hell is that on your screen?"
"Oh shit!"
How on earth am I going to justify my wallpaper?
From AnakinSmom:
It's amazing what can be accomplished in 15 minutes in the shower. We saved time and water showering together.
"We have 4 bodies, similar COD in each case and links to a BDSM FB page for a couple of the girls. That's not a lot to go on."
"No it isn't unless you count the fact that they all fit my general description," Bella says with a worried look on her face. "What do you think my FB identity should be when I join that group?"
"WHAT?" I'm thinking this idea of undercover work is a big mistake.
From Garddita17:
"I can't believe THAT'S your screen saver," she says while peering over my shoulder.
I can't believe I didn't think to change it, but I guess I've been pleasantly distracted by her reappearance in my life.
"I told you I still love you. I wanted to see your "O" face every day and remember it was me that put it there," I tell her.
She doesn't seem very impressed with this bit of information.
"Yeah well," she mutters while pulling her cell phone from her pocket. "Want to see my wallpaper?"
Yep, it's my sexy face. Aren't we a pair?
