Chapter 18

"Welcome back, Jackson," the detective said to Inspector Peter Jackson from the Miami Police Department. "How were your holidays?"

"Too short."

"We have a new case. You might have heard of it in the news."

"'The sudden death of the family Lasarew'", Jackson quoted the headline from the Miami Herald. "So it's sure that it wasn't just food intoxication or suicide?"

"We are still waiting for the results of the toxicological examination." The detective paused a moment to look at Jackson's bureau. "The son is waiting in your office, Jackson. He said he only wants to talk to you. Don't know why."

"The son?"

"Yes, he doesn't live with his family."

"Okay. Thanks." Jackson walked up to his office, a little room that was located at the end of the big bureau that the detectives of the Miami homicide squad shared. He seemed tired although it was just the first day after a two-week-holiday. After he had closed the door behind him, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Officer Jackson. Nice to meet you," Kai said sitting on the office chair behind the inspector's desk, swirling around to face the man.

The inspector closed the roller blinds and walked up to his desk. "Inspector Jackson, Kai, Inspector."

"Inspector. I think I can live with this, Inspector Jackson." When Jackson said nothing he continued. "I missed you the last couple of months. After I moved to Osaka, I never saw you again. What happened?"

Of course Kai knew what had happened to the former agent of Interpol who was now an inspector of the Miami homicide squad but he wanted to hear the story from the man himself.

After a moment of hesitation Jackson began to speak, "After your little television interview together with Voltaire Hiwatari, my ex-boss allowed me to 'hunt' for you again, but, well, after I sent in the first couple of reports, I was ordered back. You were rated as uninteresting due to your actions playing this little game with the tops. I refused to follow the order and … well … in the end I ended up here as an inspector." 'Due to my connections to the Chief of Police,' he added in his thoughts. "But what do you want from me? I was told that you are the son of our latest victims."

"I am," Kai replied and looked down at something on the desk. Jackson followed the crimson eyes that rested on the file of this case. He took it and paged through it until he found the information he needed.

"Susumu Lasarew was a born Hiwatari," he mumbled. "He was your father."

"I have no relationship with him and the rest of this family," Kai stated, "so don't waste your breath."

"You were given away after you were born. Susumu and Valentina weren't married at that time, which is why you have the name of your father", Jackson said while skimming the information about Kai in the file. "You came to a foster family where you lived for some years until you ran away. Until March, when Voltaire Hiwatari announced you as his heir, you were considered missing."

Everything in this file about Kai was a big fake, but Voltaire's people had done good work. The story sounded believable. Kai had a fake birth certificate and if someone would bother to check the hospital he was born in, according to this document, the person would find him in their computer system as well. The foster family was dead, but at the time Kai should have lived there, they really had a foster child named Kai, who was now dead as well, so neighbors and so on could confirm the story whenever being asked. And, all the people who could become a problem were dead: a waterproofed story.

"I was there," Kai said suddenly.

"Where?" All the new information made Jackson dizzy. He didn't know what to believe and slowly he began to think that this was just a dream. But it wasn't.

"At the house."

"In the house? When?"

"Not in the house. In the night from Thursday to Friday."

"The family died yesterday, on Sunday morning," Jackson stated and looked into Kai's crimson eyes, trying to see a lie behind what the boy said. "Why were you there and why are you in Miami anyway?"

"Vacation. In Russia it's fucking cold already at this time of a year. And here: white beach, hot guys and so on. But don't worry. I'll fly back on Wednesday. Unfortunately my holidays are over then."

"I don't think so. You won't be permitted to leave the country. Why were you at the house?"

"I simply wanted to take a look at my family. I have a sister, you know. I mean, I had a sister. They shouldn't notice me, that's why I went at night. There could be my footprints in the garden. There is this big tree and if you climb on it you can see the parental bedroom."

"Don't …" Jackson interfered and Kai grinned.

"Yes. I watched them having sex. It was boring, though. I left after my father came."

"You are …"

"A pervert. Yes. But I'm not the only perv in this room." Kai stood up, ready to leave, but shortly before the door he stopped and turned around. "I have nothing to do with their deaths," and with a brief look at the file in Jackson's hands he added, "and I don't think that anyone killed them intentionally." Then Kai was gone and the inspector was alone in his office. He didn't know how long he stood there, mumbling to himself until the detective from earlier came in.

"Inspector, what did you say?"

Jackson startled up but composed himself immediately again. "Did you leave the file on my desk?" he asked angrily.

"Yes, Sir," the detective answered uncomfortably.

"And did you let the boy into my office?"

"Ehm. Yes, Sir."

The inspector sighed audibly. "Okay. It's okay." He tried to calm himself down. The man had done nothing wrong except giving Kai access to a file that he shouldn't have any access to. But who cared? In everyone else's mind he was just a boy who had lost his family.

"Inspector," the detective still stood in the bureau, beaming with news as Jackson noticed now, "the results of the toxicological examination are here. They died of Anatoxin-a. It was in the milk."

"Anatoxin-a? Hm, it's also known as Very Fast Death Factor, right. So, was it suicide?"

"I personally don't think that it was suicide. First, it just doesn't look like it. The toxic wasn't just in the coffee and cacao they drank during breakfast. It was in the milk carton. Jeff from the forensics found a little hole where someone must have injected the toxic with a syringe."

"What else makes you think it wasn't suicide?" Jackson asked with growing concern.

"We have two more victims."

"Shit! It's a fucking joke!" Jackson burst out remembering what Kai had just told him.

"Sorry, Inspector, I don't know what you mean," the detective replied baffled, "but it seems like we are looking for someone who poisons milk cartons and doesn't care who dies. We are looking for a psychopath."

Back in the hotel room Milo was still sleeping in Kai's bed. Today he would fly back together with his father who had a stopover in Miami. They would meet around 2p.m. at the airport. After all, Milo had no clue that Kai was his bodyguard for the past two weeks. Since the day they met and Milo found out that Kai was gay he more or less avoided him, although Kai followed him around secretly. He had done a good job, Milo's father, his client, would be satisfied.

Milo really was a ladies' man and lots of his new acquaintances came to his 21th birthday. As promised Kai was invited as well, also the invitation was reluctant. The party was held at the beach, but even in that night Kai didn't make any attempts to seduce the guy. He saved it up for the last night. Milo's plan was a beach party, again, as if this was all that could be done in Miami nights, but Kai had other plans. Of course, eventually they ended up in bed and the party had to take place without Milo. Kai was positive that nobody cared.

After realizing what had happened last night the 'spoiled kid' would be annoyed, so Kai decided to not wake him up. Instead, he waited in the living room, reading a book he bought in the city on his way back from the police department. Two hours later he heard faint noises out of the bedroom and a minute later a jaded looking Milo entered the room.

"Does it hurt?" Kai asked with a mocking undertone in his voice, looking up from his book.

"You fucking asshole," Milo hissed, "you fucked me."

"I did nothing without your permission. You wanted at that way."

"You tricked me, you … fucking homo."

Kai stood up from the couch and approached the young man who backed off a little. "I didn't trick you, I might have seduced you, but you always had the chance to say no." Their eyes met, Milo's burning with rage and Kai's crimson ones sparkled with amusement. He continued by whispering into the other's ear, "I know. It's hard to resist when somebody knows the places to touch and it feels so good. You want more and more and more. You can't stop." He stepped back. "You should take a shower. It is past noon and your father awaits you at 2p.m. at the airport." Milo was too distracted to wonder why Kai knew that he met his father there. Did they have talked about it last night?

When Kai said that he accompanied him, Milo tried to strike back and said mischievously, "Longing already for me, homo?"

"Don't think too high of yourself. I have a meeting at the airport, that's all."

"Wow, a date at the airport. How romantic."

Kai didn't bother to reply and then their cab came to drive them to the airport. They spent the whole drive in silence.

The place was crowded, as always. People rushed to their gates or strolled passed the many shops. Kids were dragged along by their parents or cried out loud when they lost them in the throng. The secretary of Milo's father stood among the turmoil and gestured the two boys to follow him. He led them to one of the business lounges where Milo's father was waiting impatiently.

"Why are you still here, Kai?" Milo asked in a low voice, but it was his father who gave him the answer.

"Good work, Kai. I transferred the money …"

"What the fuck?!" Milo interrupted furiously, realizing slowly what that meant.

"… to the bank account you mentioned," the man completed.

"I know." Kai walked up to the man, handing him a little device. It was USB thumb drive. "A little present from me."

"Unfortunately we have to catch our flight. I would really appreciate it if we could talk some more, why don't you become one of my personal permanent bodyguards? I pay well."

Before Kai could reply anything, Milo turned to Kai and said doubtfully, "You?" Then he turned back to his father. "He was my bodyguard, my protection, Dad? He's just a kid!"

Milo's father ignored his son completely and asked Kai again, but said declined the offer. Personal security could be fun from time to time, but it was no work he would like to do every day. Then, his mobile phone signaled an incoming message and he left without bidding farewell to his client and his son.

"meet me 3006 nw 2nd ave miami, fl 33127 wynwood in 30 min"

The message was from Inspector Jackson. Kai had left his current phone number in the file this morning.

Kai didn't rush. If the inspector wanted something from him he would wait. Behind the address hid a Chinese fast food restaurant, which smelled of meat, a smell Kai disliked deeply and Jackson new this. The policeman sat at a table in the back, looking very displeased. His fingers drummed a fast beat on the table, an empty glass of water on it in front of him.

"Sit down, we don't have much time left," he said angrily. Kai saluted mockingly and obeyed the order. "We have a full confession," Jackson continued. "You are off the hook. I don't know how you did it, but I'm positive that you are behind the death of your family."

"Any evidence?" Kai asked in a serious tone, as if Jackson didn't blame him to be behind the murder of his own relatives.

"No, of course not. You aren't stupid."

"Right, so why am I here? I don't care who confessed and why the person confessed. Besides, it will be in the newspaper not later than tomorrow morning. So tell me, what's on your mind?"

"I simply want you to know that I know you did it," Jackson replied after a brief moment of hesitation.

"If that's all, then good-bye." Kai implied to stand up, but the inspector stopped him. For a while they just looked into each other's eyes. Jackson took the coaster from his empty glass and wrote something on it before giving it to the teen. Kai looked at it and gave it back. "Say what you want," he demanded.

Jackson sighed. "Kai, stop playing games. My break is almost over and I have to get back to the headquarters. You know what I mean."

"Pay you a visit tonight. Maybe I do, but I don't need your address."

"I thought so."

"But it's easier as to say, 'Hey, why don't you come by tonight, so we can have great uncivilized sex, like we always have at least one time the year.' And it's definitively easier as to say, 'I started a new job and with it a new life. I don't want you in this life anymore.' That's something impossible." Kai waited a moment watching the inspector closely, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Then he continued, "You really came with the intention to tell me to fuck off, right."

Jackson nodded slowly. "Do you enjoy this? Seeing me like this."

Kai leaned over and whispered, "I do. I like the desire in your eyes. You want to kiss me? Kiss me."

The inspector stood up and at the same time his mobile phone rang. It was one of his detectives. "I have to go now." Without turning around he left the restaurant, went to his car and drove away. Kai followed him out and looked behind the car, happy to escape the meat-smell.

'Jackson, sometimes you are too cute,' he thought while walking to the next subway station.

Kai decided to not visit Jackson this night and to leave him to stew. On Wednesday he would fly back to Moscow, where he would meet some prospective comrades, all mercenaries. Some he knew already from earlier engagements like the captain. It was an international group of around forty to fifty people. A special military jet would bring them to Mongolia where some of them would reinforce the main army. Only thirty of them would build two groups to strengthen the advance parties. Kai would be in one of those groups because of his experience. If he survived, he would 'work' there until March when he had to testify in Voltaire's trial as a witness. Jackson had to wait until Tuesday night to get Kai in his bed.

When the inspector came home on Wednesday, it was already late evening. They had a little farewell celebration at work because one of the detectives would leave their team for some time. She was pregnant. Since Kai hadn't appeared yesterday, he didn't really expect him tonight; hence he was surprised finding him in his living room, reading a book.

"How did you come in?" the inspector asked while taking off his coat.

"It's a secret," Kai replied, marking the page with a bookmark, before he stood up to approach the indecisive looking man. "Nice lodging. Small but neat. Only the furniture is a bit … motley." Kai sniffed at Jackson and puckered up. "Did you have fun?"

"No, but better than being alone."

"Only that you wouldn't have been alone."

Jackson was confused. Kai didn't sound or looked pissed off, but there was something in those crimson eyes. "Did you wait long?"

"Matter of opinion." The younger turned away. "Take a shower."

"Do I smell that bad?" Jackson sniffed at himself, but to him he smelled normal.

"It turns me off."

"If you say so, I take a shower." Something in Kai's behavior was strange and Jackson didn't want to provoke him. After the shower he found Kai on his couch again, reading, but as soon as the teen noticed the half-naked inspector, he wore only a towel around his waist, he put the book away. Jackson sat down next to him, grabbing his chin and forcing Kai to look him directly in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Somebody I know had a little accident," Kai answered truthfully. Around two hours ago he got a message from Lien that his beloved redhead was the victim of a crazy biker who rushed down the street and literally run Tala down. Unfortunately he landed in such a bad angle on his hand that he broke it. He was now in the hospital and had to stay there until the day after tomorrow. That meant that Kai couldn't see him during his short stay in Moscow, because visiting him in the hospital would be too conspicuous. And that meant, the next time he could possibly see him was in March next year.

"Is the person okay?" Jackson asked with genuine concern.

"Yes." Kai shook the hand holding his chin off, but didn't break the eye contact. "I wonder if you can distract me."

"I'm willing to try."

A light laugh escaped Kai's mouth. "Wow. I'm going to fall for this new you. In the past you would have started to complain about what your wife and children would think of you. But the inspector is true to his desires."

Jackson had to grin. "I'm horny since yesterday. I need release."

"I know. In this case, we should do something about it." Kai attempted to grab the towel, but Jackson stopped his hand.

"No. It's my turn. Just lean back and relax." But before Kai did what was told him, he helped to get rid of all his clothes. Jackson crouched down in front of him looking at Kai's dick. "You are growing so fast. When we first met you were just a little innocent looking child and now you are already becoming an adult." The man started to touch Kai's manhood with the tips of his fingers as if examining a rare object. Then he began to nibble at the balls and further at the shaft up to the tip. The action was gentle and slowly the treated cock hardened. A moan escaped Kai's mouth when Jackson took in the full length.

"You improved," Kai managed to say after a while.

Jackson stopped briefly. "I had a good teacher." When he continued with his previous actions the gentleness was replaced by indescribable passion in which both lost their minds.

A/N: It took me some time to carry on this story, because I have the feeling that it lost your attention or something like that. I quarreled with myself to end the story, but eventually decided to give it one more chance.

Next chapter Tala will be back, if there ever will be a next chapter.