Cold Blood Chapter 5: Cold Blood 5, a tarzan fanfic

Song: I Thought You Knew – by Keith Urban (Thanks Kaz. for the song)

The ape-man had been circling in his four over the rooftops trying to find some of his lost tranquility more than one hour ago. Probably Jane was already awake and he didn't want her to see him in his actual state.

"How do you know it was yours?" His uncle annoying voice invaded his thoughts again. He knew why Richard's captious question perturbed him so bad. It was irritating not to be able to answer affirmatively that question.

The horizon began to paint ruby lines on the sky, it was an undeniable signal of the approaching dawn.

He sat down on the edge of the roof; he could see Jane's building. John bent over his head. Feeling the excessive weight of his blame, his jealousies and his distrust, from the distance, a bitter-sweet melody reached his ear waved its notes through the wind.

I thought you knew
I guess I assumed too much
I don't know how but now we're so far out of touch
And I never planned
To so misunderstand
But what you needed you never asked me to give
And I swear as I live…

Unconsciously he paid attention to its words… How could those simple expression hit so hard into his heart? He never thought that someone else would find the perfect words to express what he felt, his desperation. A single tear ran away from the small tail of his left eye.

I thought you knew my heart was yours
And that we were so together
That we would always be
I don't believe you leaving me's the answer
I'm not asking you to let me rush back in and fail again
I'm asking for one chance not to assume
So I can say and do
All the things I thought you knew.

All his fears assaulted him again. Would she be waiting for him? He could feel the animal inside yearning for her. Where would he put all his expectations and dreams if she rejected him again? The adrenaline still ran furiously through his veins. But it was useless to get angry, he had looked for guilty in everyone else but him, it was time to take what was his.

So here we are
And so far we're still so far
From where we know we should be
I'm searching for words
And you haven't heard

Could he live without her? It was a question he knew how to answer, but he never would accept it in front of her. If he needed to be blind to be able to keep her by his side, he would be.

The ape-man rose as the last musical tunes disappeared into the ether carrying away the words. He needed to calm down even if it necessary to force himself to do it. He decided to go down and walk the ten blocks between him and her apartment.

When his bare feet touched the cold tile, they began its mechanic slow sway toward their hidden home. While he walked his mind strolled into his ghosts, doubts and fears' world. Some passer-by, seeing this huge barefoot dirty blond man came close, crossed at the opposed sidewalk. Nobody that observed this man walking down the street could imagine that a fortune with more than twelve zeros hung from his back.

Tarzan reached the corner of the street when a wheels squeaking forced him to lift his head awakening from his stupor. A red motorbike with chromed lighthouses and a wide black band on its sides suddenly appeared in front of him. A cylindrical grey object was held by the driver's right hand. Instinctively the ape-man stepped back. The man raised his right arm pointing to one hardly illuminated shop window. Without thinking it twice the feral blond man jumped on the vandal making both, machine and man, fell down as he stood up quickly. The smoky cylinder rolled on the sidewalk colliding against a column light and exploded. The window's glasses vibrated with the noisy detonation.

From the hooded guy's black jacket pocket a knife emerged. John cocked his head watching the blade shine under the morning light as it furrowed the air looking for his flesh. His finger trapped the guy wrist twisting it hard while his feral fist flew directly to his helmet. A single blow was enough to dissipate all resistance from the guy. He just fainted and fell down unconscious. At his side the motorbike kept rolling its back.

The disturbing noises alerted the neighbors that quickly called to the police.

Five hours later the file of this curious incident fell on the detective Sullivan's desk. His dark eyes read attentively the description of the strange guy that had stopped the local mafia's hooligan. He swallowed hard. There was only one person who fit into this profile perfectly. When he read the street's name a cold chill traveled across his spine. It was only a hunch but he let his fingers type the old address of his partner on the computer and astonished he read the name of the new owner of her former apartment. Quickly he erased the screen sighing thwarted. "Oh! Monkey-boy you're too much obvious." He muttered as he carefully put the file in the bottom of the cases' pile. "Ok, now I know where to look for you partner."

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The finger pressed the button turning on the light. The dark room showed the four walls adorned with the impressive arsenal. The guns, which were hanging above the wooden table, glowed reflecting the surrounding light.

Adeptly the hand chose the weapons for day job. The favorite knife was placed into the boot and covered by the Jean's lower part. Under the sleeve a small gun was hidden and another ended in the button of the bag.

"Let see what I have to hunt today." Over the table the inquisitives eyes studied the five pictures of the men. The first four pictures were the usual stuff, thieves and murderers that the justice claimed. "Boring." It was easy task. "What do we have here?" A whistle escaped from the lips drawing a smile. The fingers grabbed the photo and turned it to read the name of this Adonis. "John Clayton Jr." Keeping the other pictures in the handbag, "I have to save the best for the end…" Laughing, "It will be a true pleasure to rub my hands on you Mr. Clayton." Delight gleamed into the eyes that read his concise biography. "I love a wild, savage and untamed man. And baby, with this body… Oh!" Moaning, "You will be an interesting challenge…" The smile grew wide, "Mmm… you could be a playfully sexual toy." It would not be the first time, to enjoy a man always was better than a reward. "Of course, when I get tired of you baby… I can still get the money…" Laughing again, "I will prepare the special room for you honey…" The fingers placed his picture on the Jacket's pocket. It was the special place for the special prey. "It would be too much fun to approach near you Johnny. You can't imagine the surprise I have ready for you honey…" Opening the front door, "Let the hunt begun…"

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Jane's eyes gazed at the black liquid thread falling into the translucent recipient of the coffee machine. Through the small kitchen's window the first dawn lights filtered. It wasn't her pleasure waiting without knowing where he was. Although into her mind she repeated herself over and over again, 'he is fine,' her fingers drummed on the table and her left foot didn't stop tapping nervously on the tile. To take her anguish at higher levels, the howl of a patrol car broke the dawn's monotonous silence. It took her breath away. What it was ignored generally was filled by our imagination with our worst fears. Images of him handcuffed, badly wounded, even dead, assaulted her startled brain. She began to pace by the kitchen rubbing her hands frantically. 'Why didn't he come back yet? There were so many things I didn't tell him…'

As an answer to her silent and desperate prayers the deaf noise of his bare feet touching the carpet came from the bedroom. She sighed without being able to contain her smile of relief and ran to the old bedroom. She needed to see with her own eyes if he was alright.

Standing next to the windows he looked at her fearing her announced rejection. They stood there gazing each other for some minutes without knowing what to do, what to say.

John's sweaty body evoked too many memories into the detective's mind. She beamed realizing she couldn't stop staring at him. His powerful muscles framed into the scraped T-shirt made jut his savage masculinity. God! He was so handsome. He smiled back as her blinking eyes slipped playfully and delightfully through his figure that perspired manliness unchastely. Her hands knew each line of his masculine body and they died for touching him again.

His smile grew wide, that gaze was the sign he had hopelessly been waiting for. Without thinking it twice he erased the distance between them. Cupping her head he took possession eagerly of her mouth with his own. Jane did not resist, just moaned feeling the fire consuming her inside. She wanted this too, she knew she did. Both got lost into the vortex of their sensation while their tongues danced erotically together.

She melted as his arms moved around her pulling her closer. Sliding his hands under her T-shirt his fingertips traced a burning way up to her breasts. He couldn't tolerate it more, with urgency he tugged up her cloth. Last time he touched her smooth skin was one week ago, an eternity. She was lost under his touch. He bent his head and sucked a nipple in his warm mouth. Jane gasped. She closed her eyes as she felt herself arching her back to give him more access while her fingers sank into his hair.

Tarzan traded her nipples for her mouth. He loved the taste of her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist when he cupped her butt, lifted and carried her to the bed. Smoothly her back leaned on the mattress. After the rest of their clothes had been removed their lips meet once again. They were thirsty and the only fountain they wanted to calm their own lust's thirst was each other.

He traveled with his hand across her curbs until they rested on her hips. Then his mouth began to enjoy his way down kissing, sucking and tasting every inch of her warm and sweet skin until he arrive to her belly. Then he stopped. The pain could not hide behind his eyes when his fingers touched her shaved pubic area. He kissed smoothly and daintily the huge multicolored bruise. "Does it hurt?" She shook her head unable to mutter a single word.

He had not been able to stop those men of hurting her but he swore as he kissed, one by one, every bruise and scratches that it wouldn't happen again. A tear escaped from his small eye's tail.

Slowly he sat up with his eyes filled with passion, love and sadness. He was necked in front of her, with nothing to hide. "I love you" Inevitably his eyes showed a line of tears. He leaned in kissing her and then confessed honestly. "I want a son… with you…" it was hard to find the proper words to express what he wanted to say. "Could you forgive me, I…" She didn't let him conclude sealing his lips with hers.

She didn't need words right now. She refused to think if he was or wasn't a murderer. At this moment the rest of the world didn't matter at all. They were there, together, with anything more than their exposed skin. Over his mouth her lips wrote a promise of offering only to him her heart.

No words could explain or describe what happened inside his heart hearing her voice saying. "One son isn't enough. I want to see lots of barefoot boys and girls running into my house. And I want you to be the father of each one of them."

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Sam's dark eyes stared at the intercom. His idea which up till now was considered brilliant and fearless, suddenly became illogical and stupid. Possibly nobody was inside the apartment. But if they were there, they would not be fool enough to answer the buzzer. Knowing how his partner's mind worked, probably they ran away at the smallest indication of danger. He frowned. Ok, he didn't know even if she was voluntarily escaping with him, the situation could be completely different. His fingers played with his cell phone inside his pocket for some minutes. Maybe he should ask for backup, but what if he was wrong. Doubt, doubts and more doubts. He hated to feel that way.

The main door was opened by a smiling teenage girl. "Sam! What are you doing here?"

"Hi Sabrina." He smiled back to Jane's former neighbor, wondering how he was going to explain his presence there. But the teenage girl held the door open letting him in and with a concise, "bye," she closed the door behind her.

'Ok. First barrier jumped.' He began to climb the stairs not too fast, he needed time to think what he would say if indeed he would find the couple. He stood near the apartment door hesitantly. Leaning his ear on the wooden door he paid attention trying to hear some noises. 'What do you expected? Screams?' He stepped back nervously. 'Ok. There is only way to know…' his knuckles knocked the wooden surface. Nothing. He knocked again louder. 'Should I use the monkey-boy exclusive entry?' but it wasn't easy to accesses to the window in a fifth floor. 'I really hope you're not running away guys…' Looking around to make sure no one was watching him, he whispered. "Jane… It's me, Sam." Zero response. 'Ok, you have to call them louder.' And he did. "Jane, it's me Sam. Are you there?" He leaned his ears on the door one more time. 'Is it a barefoot noise?' He wasn't sure but, just in case he said. "Monkey-boy I know you're there." No sound came but he insisted lying. "Please let me in. I can hear you." An audible grunt was the undeniable sign that his hunch had been correct. "Please…John. I need to know how she is."

On the other side of the door the ape-man hesitated. He knew for Sam's scent that he didn't lie. "Wait." John whispered unlocking the door. When he opened it, grabbed the detective's arm dragging him inside and close the door quickly.

Impelled by the inertia the dark man stumbled but he didn't fall because he managed to spin. Then the nakedness of Jane's husband hit his astonished eyes. "John, ooh, mmm" He chocked. "Could you wear something more than your Adam's suit?" Tarzan tilted his head. "Put some pants on please."

Sam's colorful language was hard to understand sometimes. So Tarzan shrugged walking to the bedroom, he returned seconds later wearing clear brown pants. "Happy?"

Sam smiled sighing, 'yeah much better.' "Where is Jane?"

"In the bedroom, sleeping."

"Ok. How is she?"

"Good."

"And…?" Tarzan's gaze wondered what he wanted. "Oh! Man your eloquence is overwhelming. I want to know how she is. I have not seen her for two days. I don't know anything about her since you kidnapped her."

"I didn't kidnap her." He replied annoyed.

"Ok, ok, ok." His partner's husband wasn't the easier person to deal with, but he feared for her safety. "Did she wake up since you took out her from the hospital?" John nodded. "Great. I want to see her."

"She is sleeping."

Sam rolled his eyes, he was really worried and couldn't hold his mouth. "Listen man, she suffered a bloody abortion, this is not a joke. She is not well." As the subtleties didn't work out with the monkey-boy he talked openly. "I don't know if to have sex… was a good idea. You know, under her condition you can hurt her badly. Maybe I have to take her back to the hospital…"

Tarzan listened to his wife's partner. So many times he felt jealousy about the special connection they built. Sam's fear was genuine, he couldn't deny it. The certainty of his real concern made him answered. "I wouldn't be inside her knowing I could hurt her Sam. We needed to be together, to touch each other. But I know she is weak so we just…"

"Ok, ok, ok." He interrupted him. Tarzan smiled watching him trembled. "I don't need too much information about what you did, monkey-boy… I just want to know she is fine."

Tarzan beamed. "She is doing well. She needs resting to be able to recover and heal."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But this is not the best place to hide. If I found you, anyone could find you too." He said walking to the kitchen seeing the full coffee machine. "Exactly what I needed most..." He took a cup; filling it he drank a sip. "I need to talk to her. I don't want to offend you pal, but for me she is first." He took out of his pocket a paper and handed it to him. "You're a fugitive now man. They are offering a reward for your head. It is just matter of time John, just matter of time…"

It was Sam's voice, she was sure of that. But how it was possible? Jane rolled on the bed. Probably it was her imagination but then she heard his voice again. She sat up on the bed realizing that all she wore was nothing. 'Ok, I have to put some cloth on.' She managed to seize her jeans and T-shirt while she beamed picturing Sam's face teasing her about her husband's bad influence on her present way to get dressed.

As she walked toward the kitchen she heard Sam and John's voices entangled in a long conversation. She observed both, surly Tarzan perceived her presence but Sam seemed to ignore she was there.

"Son of the bitch…" He snorted angrily, "I should imagine that your creepy uncle was as cowardly as to dare beating her." The ape-man didn't reply, he had just related his last meeting with Richard. Sam's fist hit angrily the table. "I know that crossing his hand with a penknife wasn't a brilliant idea, damn, but I would react the same way if I heard him suggest that the son she carried wasn't yours." Jane's eyes grew wide. They hadn't had time to speak yet and what she was listening didn't appeased her at all. "But I don't think he would say anything, otherwise he had to admit what he did."

"But he admitted it." John was confusing.

"He wanted you to know what he done, but he won't tell it openly. Richard didn't have any scruple. The games he plays need you as the bad guy, so he will hold his mouth shut."

"Sam is right John." She stepped ahead. Sam's face joyfully smiled at her when he got up hastily hugging her tightly. "Sam… please, let me breath." He pulled back slightly as his eyes worryingly sliding along her. She beamed. "I'm fine Sam."

"Are you sure? It seems you have lost weight."

"I'm fine, really." She took a seat while Sam grabbed a cup and poured coffee inside. "Thanks Sam. You're spoiled me."

"Yeah, yeah… drink it and eat all the cookies I have bought you."

She drank a sip, it was hot and bitter, the way she liked it. "Now, could you explain how you find us?"

"Elementary my dear Porter. Your husband is the only barefoot blonde able to demolish a motorcyclist with a single blow. It happened five blocks of here. So I wanted to know if this apartment was still available and what a surprise when I saw the landlady's name."

Jane frowned. "What name?"

"Your name of course!" Seeing her expression Sam turned his head looking at John. "She didn't know. Did I just spoil your surprise?" John nodded. "Oops. Sorry man."

"It would be my gift for our anniversary, but …"

She stared at him without being able to mutter a single word. Suddenly she understood why her old furniture was there. It was a tribute to their first time together. She grinned.

Sam cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt this romantic interlude but there are urgent facts to discuss," he took out a paper from his pocket placing it on the table, "as doctor's Wilcox autopsy."

Jane carefully took the page into her hands swallowing hard. "You're amazing Sam." She whispered as Tarzan stared at her. It would be the first time they talk about this topic since the interrogation's room incident. Many things had happened from then on and he was glad that she didn't fulfill what she had sworn in that occasion. A shadowy pain crossed through his cerulean eyes. Feeling his gaze on her, she raised her eyes facing him. Instantly she knew what he was thinking of. The question danced around her lips for long time, would she find the courage of voicing it? "John…" she almost said 'why did you kill him?' but instead she asked, "Did you kill Larry?"

Tarzan cocked his head perceiving her attitude change. "I don't know." He honestly replied. "I broke the window glass and stepped ahead into the room. Larry startled when he saw me, I was furious perceiving your scent into that room. Then everything around become black and the next thing I remember were waking up into a kind a cell…" He muttered with broken voice, "the one you called interrogation room." He snorted uncomfortable hiding his eyes from her. "You know the rest… you were there."

Sam took out another paper off his pocket throwing it next to Jane. "I have this little gift for you, a copy of the results of the monkey-boy's blood test." Both looked at Sam astonished, he boyishly beamed. Jane smiled back kissing his cheek soundly. "You don't have to kiss me…" he complained, "just kneel down on the floor and praise me a two hundred times… it's enough for me."

She elbowed him hard and then read eagerly the paper. "I knew it!" She yelled slapping the page, "They found traces of a powerful hallucinogen in your blood John." She looked at Sam, "The same one I found in the atrium's trash can, inside the little glass blister" Seeing her husband's face expression she stated, "Larry injected you some drug."

"Yes." He confirmed, "He gave me a sedative injection."

The detective shook her head, "What Larry gave you was a drug that make you see, smell and even heard things that weren't really there."

John frowned. "I saw you standing there, next to him." The memory of that night speeded his breathing, "I smelled your scent on the consulting room. You were there…"

"No John." She replied placing her hand over his. "I was on Nikki's apartment. I stayed there after our atrium fight and I didn't move until the Kathleen's phone call told me that you were in jail because you murdered Larry."

Confusion assaulted Tarzan's face. "But I saw you through the window, you hugged him tightly. That was why I climbed the wall. I saw you there…"

"Could be the drug effect John." Sam disagreed with him. "I saw her on Nikki's apartment and phoned her every hour since I knew of your fight. She couldn't be at Larry's office."

Every detail of that night was very disconcerting. Jane scratched her chin thinking aloud, "Why Larry drugged you, John? I can't find a logical explanation for it, except… he wanted you behaved wildly… but, why?

"What do you mean?" Sam asked but none of the men understood her line of thought.

"I'm simply asking…" She made a long silence to settle her ideas. "Who win if John became irascible and wild? Who needs to prove that my husband is really crazy to be able to have access to John's money?"

A single name danced into their brains. They didn't need to voice it; they knew who she was talking about…

"Wait a second…" The black detective held his hand on the air theatrically, "Are you suggesting that the good doctor was working for your husband's nasty uncle?"

She began to tap her fingers on the table. "It could a foolish idea but…"

She sighed thwarted making an effort to gather each pieces of this damned puzzle trying to assemble it in a correct way. It was hard task and she wasn't sure if they were heading to a right spot. It was completely frustrating and displeasing to talk about it with her husband in front of her but there was no other way. "Larry admitted that the real reason why he couldn't be your doctor anymore was his feeling for me…"

"Jane, the irresistible woman!" Sam couldn't help but teasing.

"That's not funny at all!" She complained puzzling, "It could be just a parody…"

"Larry wanted you!" The ape-man severe tone declared as a matter of fact. "He said it clearly that night on the atrium and I knew he didn't lie when he said it."

"Oh! Your olfactory lie's detector told it to you…" Sam joked again but Tarzan's sharp gaze was enough warning for the black detective if he kept fooling that way. So he quickly went back to the topic they had been chatted. "In the last two months the good doctor's bank account increased considerably. It was one of the forgotten hints because the case against John was stronger. But maybe…" The cell-phone wasn't the most efficient way to surf in the net but it let him discover what needed. After five minutes. "Well, well, well. What a surprise! Greystoke have invested in the good doctor's clinic more than two million dollars… I wonder why!"

Jane's face turned pale. Both were trusting Larry. How could he betray them so easily? What kind of man was he? She couldn't decide who was evilest, Larry or Richard. "It is too much pervert…"

"But effective…" But this time her partner wasn't joking. "Richard wants John under his fingers again, who better than his shrink?" Their plan became frighteningly clear for him. "The game was simply. John got mad losing control so it proved that Kathleen couldn't take care of him. Some legal trick already planned facilitated him to take monkey-boy legal custody again so all his money fell into Richard's greedy hands once more." Pointing to Jane he assured, "As result you should be devastated and the good doctor would be there with open arms to comfort you. The perfect plan!"

"But then, what happened? I doubt that into his plans he considered to be murdered." Jane learned on the back of the seat, her eyes grew wide assuring, "Although it would be a very effective way to catch John at the same time it would vanish the link with the doctor. And no one ever knows of Richard's intervention."

"Do you believe that he killed Larry trying to set me up?" Tarzan questioned.

"Hold on!" Sam interrupted, "Jane is forgetting something important. John, you were in the crime scene and your fingerprints were in the murdered weapon." Jane was about to argue but Sam shook his hand. "We can't lose the perspective here. It could be true that the good doctor and the nasty uncle worked together. I can accept it. But Wilcox went to the mansion to drug John. I don't think he expected that the monkey-boy appeared into his office."

"But someone was with him. I saw them." John affirmed again.

The detective frowned shaking his head. "Just minutes ago you assured that you saw Jane with him, now is someone. Sorry John but probably it was a trick of your imagination. You were under drug and you don't remember what happened. You kicked hard ten police's ass and you even can't remember it now. So we are blind right now. We only have the autopsy file telling us what happened."

As Sam talked Jane couldn't detach her gaze from the autopsy file. Her fingers rubbed her temples when she asked. "Why did Larry receive so many stabs?

"Because the assassin was too mad..." Her partner replied, deliberately he obviated her husband's name but it was floating among them.

Jane scratched her chin. "One stab had different directions, longitude and even different depths than the others." She grabbed a pen from the table. "The person that stabbed Larry had to be near him." She assured standing up. "Sam I need you to stand in front of me." She commanded. "Imagine that we were discussing, I'm furiously approaching you." As she kept talking her hand, seizing the pen as a dagger, rose abruptly tracing a blue line on his white shirt. The black detective reacted stepping back. She beamed hearing him cursed loudly. "I will buy you new one, a dozen if you want. But it was exactly what Larry should do according the autopsy report. The wound on his abdomen was longitudinal and was longest but not deepest than the others.

Sam puffed. "Beside to spoil my new shirt, what are you trying to prove?

She eyed her husband. "John was furious. I don't think that Larry would come closer to him…just the opposite. The wounded described by the report was made by a person that stand closer him"

Her partner didn't answer quickly. "You are trying to find a rational explanation to convince you and me that he wasn't the murder one. But the good doctor could approach him trying to calm down him. Or John could faint so the doctor came closer to help him and Monkey-boy react. Or Wilcox had the dagger firstly and he lost it struggling being stabbed later by John…"

"Could be…" She walked around her partner. "John could you came here please." She gave him the pen. Tarzan looked at her without understanding what she wanted. "Please stand in front of Sam and stab him with the pen."

Sam startled warning. "Easy Monkey-boy she is figuratively speaking."

His hand furrowed the air and the pen marked a parallel line near the other one. Jane cursed soundly. She expected to prove that Tarzan's height was one of the reasons he couldn't stabbed Larry, but the line he traced began below the other mark.

"Ok." Sam smirked, "We can prove that the first stab was the abdominal one. So the murder was in front of him. So after that Wilcox fell on the floor receiving over his chest the rest of the attack. Evidently the murderer was kneeling in front of him." Sam knelt down emulating the murder posture. "So, then the person lost the control stabbing him until killing him. It was a passionate crime."

She threw furious the near chair. "But everything still is pointing to John!" Tears crowded into her eyes so her husband surrounded her waist with his arms pulling her closer. It was so frustrating she couldn't control her anger anymore and started to cry burying her face on his welcoming chest.

"Jane" Sam was trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible. "At last we found a logical explanation why John did what he did." Watching her falling tears he added, "If he did it. Now we can prove that the good doctor was the responsible of what happen because he drugged John.

She raised her head looking at her partner. "You're right." Her eyes sparkled with a newly hope, but the ape-man didn't share her expectations. "Probably we can talk with detective Hoyt and find out if he had all this information."

Sam smiled. She needed to grab any hope trace. "It's a good idea." He conceded. "Maybe I can chat with him."

"I'll coming with you!" She exclaimed trying to move but the strong barrier of her husband's embrace didn't let her. She beamed kissing him softly. "I should go to the precinct to show that I'm ok. It will be one less charge against you. And we really need all the available help we can find."

Before the ape-man could reply Sam added. "Just remember that your head had a high price monkey-boy. Better you stay here. She will be fine, I promise. Don't worry."

The wild Clayton looked to each one of the detective partners and stepped back freeing his woman. Then he simply smiled assuring. "I will watch over her."

It wasn't worth discussed with him. He had already taken his decision. "Promise me that you won't expose yourself uselessly." He nodded. She headed to the old bedroom. "I pick my jacket up and we can go."