Just as Pamela Steward had promised, Big Dick Rick had been busy poring over his latest mistress, his entire, unattractive, naked body turning several shades redder as they barged into the bedroom, finding him handcuffed to the framework.
A young lady with a worrisome resemblance to Shelley was dressed in a black spandex suit, holding a whip in one hand and a plush rope in the other.
Castle watched Beckett bark her usual orders for everyone to remain in place, having a hard time not grinning at the peculiar scene they walked in on.
A team of patrol officers had accompanied them on the trip over to Steward's house, additional support and witnesses in a case that demanded them following procedure down to a tee.
When nobody answered, they'd broken down the door, a justifiable act considering that their murder suspect was once again in the company of a young female, making him a habitual offender and a high risk for another killing.
For once, the house had been clear of any additional security, so they'd made their way straight to the bedroom, catching the felon-to-be with more than just his pants down.
"Sorry to bust the party but you are under arrest for the murder of Shelley Richardson. I'm glad you're already in cuffs", Beckett said gleefully and walked up to the naked man, a wily smile playing on her lips.
"I don't know how you got out, but I can guarantee you that my lawyers will eat you for breakfast, you bitch.", Steward hissed and fought the fluffy cuffs to no avail.
"Your lawyers are reading through the charges we sent them as we speak. Two of them already dropped you as a client.", she countered smilingly and reached for a red ball gag that was dangling around his neck, pulling the strap back in place and shoving it in Steward's open mouth, "This is so you won't interrupt me while I am reading you your rights, you sick son of a bitch."
Beckett stood back up, pacing the huge bed as she went through her spiel, then stopped at the foot to look him up and down and shake her head.
"Shelley called you Big Dick Rick. That seems to be an overstatement since you definitely aren't rising to the occasion. Ok guys, let's get him untied, dressed and bring him to the station. Oh, and rest assured, by the time we're done processing all the charges, you're officially out of the Senate race, Steward."