Chapter Five
Cassandra tried hard not to laugh as they walked across the lobby and several female guests and female staff grinned, watching Peter walking by. He gave them a bad boy grin when the door opened and Mark and Seamus stormed into the lobby.
"Peter Vincent, I order you to stop!" Mark shouted as Peter kept walking then turned around, walked backwards and smiled. "I said…"
"I know what you said, but I'm not in the mood. Now go away!" Peter said wide eyed while flipping them off then walked down the hallway and went around the corner. The manager stormed over to Mark and Seamus as he demanded to know who they were and they showed the manager their identification. Nodding, the manager stood back while Mark and Seamus ran to catch up with Peter and Cassandra, but the hallway was empty as they sighed and Mark gently pounded the wall.
"Shit," he said softly while Seamus looked around then saw the doors to the lift that led to the penthouse and pointed. "Right, let's go see if the manager will give us the key."
"He might not, seeing that we don't have a warrant," Seamus said as they walked down the hallway and Mark growled, balling his hands into fists.
"Fuck, I can't believe you did that!" Cassandra said as Peter sauntered out of the bedroom, headed for the bar and smiled at her.
"Well, they interrupted a very tender moment," he said as he wagged the cigarillo at her then placed the end of the cigarillo in his mouth. She watched him pouring some Midori into a glass then poured some ice water into another glass and walked toward her with the glasses in his hands. She was sitting on the couch as he slid onto the couch and she snuggled against him, placing the back of her head against his chest. He slid his arm around her as he handed her the glass of ice water, took the cigarillo out of his mouth then sipped on the Midori and she felt the light rise and fall of his chest.
"But they were cops," she sighed and he placed the cigarillo in one of the glasses, placed the glasses on the glass top of the coffee table then wrapped his arms around her.
"Should I call down and see if they're still downstairs?" he asked as she turned her head to look back at him then nodded her head and sat up, allowing him to get up and watched him walk to the telephone on the bar. He was only wearing his jeans as he turned around to look at her when he picked up the receiver and pushed the buttons. The ringing filled his ear as Peter arched his eyebrow when Cassandra got off the couch and walked to the bar. She stood next him while he watched her fingers walked up his bare chest then jumped when something clicked in his ear and she softly smiled.
"McCann," McCann said as Peter tried not to shiver while Cassandra moved her fingers along his appendix scar and she licked her lips.
"Are those cops still here?" Peter asked, half growling.
"Yes, Sir, they are," McCann said.
"Well, send them up," Peter said then placed the receiver down on the cradle of the telephone and pulled Cassandra to his body. She held him when he kissed her lips and pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans. His hands slid under the t-shirt while her skin pebbled against his fingers and she moaned softly in his mouth. Moving his hands upward, he cupped the underside of her breasts in his hands while she buckled against him and he slid his right arm around to her back to hold her up. She wasn't wearing a bra as his thumb stroked the tip of her right nipple and Cassandra felt her knees growing weaker. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Cassandra stroked the back of his head while rubbing his leg with her leg and he picked her up, placed her on the top of the bar and she wrapped her legs around his back.
"Excuse me!" a voice said when she looked over Peter's shoulder, saw Mark and Seamus standing near the couch and she tapped the back of Peter's head.
"This is going to be awkward," Peter said as she looked down and saw his erection straining against his zip. Walking behind the bar while Cassandra crossed her legs, Peter placed his lower arms on the top of the bar, leaned over and looked at Mark and Seamus. "Well, you wanted to talk. Go on."
"Where is Peter Vincent?" Mark asked and Cassandra smiled, ruffling Peter's hair.
"I'm Peter Vincent," Peter said as they walked closer and Seamus softly smiled.
"Oh, I get it! This is what you normally look like," Seamus said and Peter nodded his head.
"So what do you want?" Peter asked, getting annoyed.
"I need you to tell me what you know about this!" Mark said as he walked to the bar and placed the plastic bag with the bloody flyer inside on the top of the bar and Peter looked at the crumpled paper.
"Well, that's one of my flyers," he said then looked at Mark and tilted his head to one side. "Where did you get it?"
"We found it crammed in the chest cavity of a body," Mark said as he locked eyes with Peter, trying to see if Peter flinched, but Peter only widened his eyes and looked at the paper again.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, so mind telling me where you were last night?" Mark asked.
"Wait, shouldn't he have a lawyer?" Cassandra asked as Peter looked at her, stood up and placed his arms over his bare chest.
"She's right. If you're going to question me then I want my lawyer," Peter said.
"Why? Are you trying to hide something?" Mark asked.
"Just covering my ass," Peter said then walked around to the front of the bar and stood toe to toe with Mark. "So, unless you want to arrest me, you better go!"
"Fine, call your lawyer," Mark half shouted. Seamus handed Peter a piece of paper with the address to the precinct as they walked toward the hallway and Peter looked at the piece of paper.
"Asshole," Peter said while Cassandra walked to him and he placed the piece of paper on the top of the bar when he saw that they forgot the plastic bag and smiled. Before he could pick up the plastic bag, Seamus ran back into the room, picked up the plastic bag, shrugged and left the room. Rolling his eyes, Peter took Cassandra's hand as he led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
The doors opened as Mark stormed down the hallway while Seamus followed him and knew that his partner was in a mood.
"That son of a bitch," Mark grumbled while they walked outside then saw that the rubble and torn banner had been blocked off and walked toward the rubble. Looking up, Mark tried to see where the rubble had come from when he saw the large holes in the walls and Seamus ducked under the saw horses they had set around the rubble and the torn banner. Seamus knelt down then looked at the torn banner when he took out his cell phone and used the photo application to take pictures of the torn banner. "Hey!"
"One second," Seamus said when he finished taking pictures then put on a pair of rubber gloves, took a plastic bag out of his coat pocket and placed a few scraps into the plastic bag. A few minutes later he ducked under the saw horses and walked to Mark. "Just taking a few scraps."
Rolling his eyes, Mark walked to the front of the building as he looked up at the holes in the wall then looked at the rubble and scratched the back of his neck.
"You'd think something like that would have caused some sort of commotion. I mean who doesn't notice two chunks of wall being tosses to the ground?" Mark asked while Seamus stood next to him and folded his arms over his chest.
"It's New York. No one notices anything. Maybe they caught something on the security cameras," Seamus said with a grin and Mark sighed, heading for the door.
Peter placed the receiver down on the cradle of the telephone as he plopped his head down on the pillow and Cassandra snuggled closer, placing her head on the center of his chest. His heart thumped softly in her ear as she stroked the soft, thick hair on his chest and he smiled.
"Well?" she asked as he kissed the top of her head and stroked her back.
"He agrees that he should be present at the questioning," Peter sighed and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb.
"When did he want to do this?"
"Tomorrow morning," he said then remembered that they had to go to where the Magic Showdown was being held and sighed. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"I just remembered that we have to register at the Magic Showdown or I'm fucked," he said as they got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
After talking to the manager at the Hard Rock about the holes in the wall, Mark and Seamus looked at the reports they had gathered from the staff at the Hard Rock while waiting for the security staff to send them the video of the outside of the hotel and Mark softly growled. He looked up when the other officers in the squad room gasped and Seamus smiled, seeing Cassandra, Peter and a tall man in a gray suit walking into the squad room. Peter was in makeup, wig, sideburns, moustache and goatee and was wearing his leather pants, leather boots and leather coat. Some of the female officers grinned at Peter while he barely nodded his head and Cassandra rolled her eyes, sliding her arms around his arm.
"Hello, I am Duncan Faller. I'm Mister Vincent's lawyer," Duncan said as he shook hands with Mark and Seamus and placed his leather briefcase on the top of the desk.
"This way," Mark said as he led them to the interrogation room and opened the door. Peter noted that the interrogation room looked like any interrogation room on crime shows he watched sometimes and had mirror he knew was one of those mirrors someone stood behind in the next room and saw the camera in the corner. The walls, ceiling and the tile floor were white and a wooden table sat at the center of room. Four chairs sat around the table and two windows showed the hallway. The lights were embedded on the ceiling and a wooden table sat near the door.
"Please sit," Seamus said as Peter, Duncan and Cassandra sat down and Seamus sat on the chair cross from Peter. "So, mind telling us where you were last night, Mister Vincent?"
"Well, for most of the night, I was on a plane and was having my way with her," Peter said with a grin on his face and gently nodded his head toward Cassandra. Duncan had opened his briefcase when he removed a paper then slid the paper to Seamus and Seamus took the paper, looking at the information.
"What's that?" Mark asked, walking closer and leaned on the back of the chair.
"It's testimony from the pilot and the crew. He was on the plane," Seamus said then looked at Cassandra. "And so was she."
"Where were you the rest of the night?" Mark asked, looking at Peter.
"I was at the Hard Rock," Peter said then looked at Cassandra again. "Again, I was having my way with her."
"What time did you arrive at the Hard Rock?' Seamus asked.
"I think it was ten or so," Peter said when Duncan pulled out another piece of paper and slid the paper to Seamus. Seamus took the piece of paper when he looked at the paper and Seamus sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Well?" Mark asked.
"It's the Hard Rock registry. Mister Vincent signed in at ten oh five. And…," Seamus said as he looked at the other piece of paper. "The plane didn't land at the airport until nine thirty."
"Which means I wasn't here when whoever it was died," Peter said when the telephone on the wall rang and Mark walked to the telephone, picking up the receiver.
"Hello," Mark said, leaning against the wall.
"Hey, it's Jessie," Jessie's voice said and he barely smiled.
"What's up, Doc?" he asked and looked at Peter.
"We got an id on the remains," she said and Mark's eyebrows rose.
"Right, see you in a bit," Mark said then hung the receiver on the cradle of the telephone then looked at Seamus. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" Seamus asked as he got up and walked closer.
"That was Jessie. She needs to see us," Mark said then looked at Peter. "Care to join us?"
"Why do you need me for?" Peter asked, getting confused.
"Well, you never know. Whatever did this might have been a vampire. That's right down your alley, isn't it?" Mark asked sarcastically while Peter sighed, stood up and followed them out of the room.