Chapter Nine
"No, the question is what is your connection to all this? How do we know that you didn't create that thing?" Mark demanded as Cassandra growled at him and Peter wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm good, but not that fucking good," Peter said then turned the chair around to look at the dry board and looked at the photos of Henry Altman and Gordon Lester. "Have you contacted Altman's law firm and get a client list?"
"We just got the warrant this morning and they're sending the list over later this afternoon," Seamus said as Peter turned the chair around and looked at him.
"And we asked for a list of performers at the Showdown," Mark said and Peter nodded his head. Suddenly the phone rang as Mark picked up the receiver and turned the chair around. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Jessie," Jessie's voice said and Mark could hear that she was upset about something.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked then wrote on a piece of paper that it was Jessie on the phone and Jessie softly sighed in his ear.
"We have another body," she said and Mark sat up straight in the chair.
"Where are you?" Mark asked then started writing down the address on the piece of paper and told her they would be there in a few minutes. Placing the receiver back on the cradle of the telephone, Mark got up as they watched him then he placed his hands on the top of the desk and locked eyes with Peter. "There's been another killing."
"And you're looking at me like that because….?" Peter asked.
"Just move," Mark said as they got up and headed for the doors to the squad room.
The blue car came to a stop behind the coroner car when the doors opened and Mark, Seamus, Peter and Cassandra got out of the car. Walking toward the police officers, Mark and Seamus showed the police officers their identification and introduced Peter and Cassandra. The police officers eyed Peter suspiciously as he arched his eyebrow then followed after Mark and Seamus and they headed up the stairs of the four story manor house. The large, oak doors had lion head door knockers and the door on the right opened as a man with snow white hair and gray eyes and dressed in a mourning suit stood in the doorway. Mark and Seamus showed the man their identification as he slowly nodded his head and stood back, allowing them to come inside.
"This is nice," Peter said while looking around the elegantly decorated hallway and looked up at the crystal chandeliers that were hanging from the ceiling.
"Come on," Mark sighed as they walked along and Peter swung Cassandra's hand back and forth. Stopping near the large, oak doors at the end of the hallway, Mark looked inside the room when Jessie walked closer and looked at Seamus.
"I don't think you should come in here. There's blood everywhere," she said as Seamus nodded his head and Jessie held out several pair of plastic shoe covers and rubber gloves. "Put these on."
A few minutes later they walked inside the room and Peter felt the bile rising up in his throat. Blood was splattered on the walls and paintings and an arm and a leg were dangling from the chandelier. The carpeting made a squishing sound as they walked toward where the body was lying when Peter felt something near his left foot and looked down at the carpeting.
"Hello," Peter said when he knelt down on his haunches and placed his hand out. The surge of energy fluttered under his hand as he titled his head to one side and blinked his eyes a few times. "Ok, this is either the entrance or the exit point."
"What are you talking about?" Jessie asked as she walked closer and knelt down on her haunches next to him.
"Mister Magic thinks that whatever did this can teleport in and out of places. That's why no one sees anything," Mark said as they stood up and Peter folded his arms over his chest.
"I'm just trying to help," Peter snarled then looked up at the cameras on the wall and blinked his eyes a few times. "Looks like he tapes whoever comes in here."
"Who was the victim?" Cassandra asked and Jessie looked at her, forgetting she was in the room.\
"According to the wife, he was Doctor Andrew Bennett," Jessie said. "He's one of Manhattan's finest when it comes to plastic surgery."
"Well, he's going to need more than a little nip and tuck after all this," Peter said with a grin and Cassandra gently smacked his chest. "And before you say anything, might you get a hold of his client list and see if there's a connection between him and the other two victims? I'm only asking because I have never heard of this guy nor have I met him. Also see if you can't get a copy of the security video."
"Get the feeling he's doing your job?" Jessie teased as Mark growled and left the room. Jessie and Cassandra watched while Peter walked around the room, winced at the body then felt something near the body and knelt down on his haunches. Moving his hand over the body, Peter sighed then stood up and frowned, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well, the body's generating energy like the others," Peter said when Mark walked back into the room and headed toward them. "Did you get the security video?"
"No, she said she doesn't know where he keeps the videos from the security cameras. In fact, she said she didn't even know he had cameras in here," Mark said while Cassandra looked around the room, smiled, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Books fell to the floor while doors to the cabinets in the room and the doors hidden in the walls opened and Peter pointed with his hands toward her with a smile on his face. Growling, Mark walked to the cabinet near the large, French doors when he pushed the buttons on the video recorder and removed the video disc.
"I'll let you know what I find after I get him to the morgue," Jessie said as Mark nodded his head, but she was looking at Peter and Peter softly smiled at her.
"I think you better call him instead," Peter teased and Jessie blushed, nodding her head. Taking Cassandra's hand, Peter turned as he left the room, peeled the plastic boots off his boots then off of Cassandra's shoes, placed the plastic boots and rubber gloves on the floor and headed down the hallway.
"So what did those assholes want?" Anthony asked after Peter and Cassandra returned to the Garden and Peter sighed, brushing the leather coat back and placed his hands on his hips.
"Some idiot tore my promotional banner into a pile of shit and they wanted to know if I knew anything about it," Peter said while Cassandra walked to the stage and checked on Cross.
"Why would someone do that?" Zoltar asked.
"Who did you piss off this time?" Frank asked and Stephanie softly laughed.
"I don't know and I haven't pissed off anyone," Peter said with wide eyes and Stephanie laughed harder.
"Ah, then it is nothing to worry over. Come, we go eat and drink!" Wiktor said as he gently whacked Peter on the back and Peter coughed.
"I think that sounds like a good idea," Cassandra said as she walked closer and held the cage in her hand.
"What is that?" Stephanie asked as she walked closer and knelt down on her haunches. Cross looked at her as the falcon tilted its head to one side and Stephanie softly smiled at Cross.
"He's a peregrine falcon," Cassandra said. Carefully reaching into the cage, she stroked the top of the falcon's head and Cross softly purred.
"Come on," Peter said while rolling his eyes then slid his arm around Cassandra's waist and they headed for the exit.
Looking up at the ceiling, Peter was lying on his back while Cassandra stroked his side and he placed his hands behind his head. They had left Wiktor, Anthony, Zoltar, Frank and Stephanie at a bar that was open all night around two in the morning and Peter rubbed his eyes with his fingers and thumb. His skin tingled while Cassandra stroked his side and Peter breathed in deeply then slowly breathed out through his nose. Cassandra slid her hand along his chest while her fingers moved through his soft chest hair and down his flat stomach. He closed his eyes as her finger moved around the rim of his belly button and along his appendix scar. Cassandra softly kissed his chest when her lips moved over his left nipple and she softly suckled on his nipple. Her tongue swirled around the pebbled skin as he moaned and arched his head back. Cassandra carefully crawled on top of him when she kissed his lips and slid her hands under his shoulders. Cassandra tapped the tip of her tongue against his lips when he parted his lips and her tongue slid between his lips. Peter moaned in her mouth as he slid his arms up and down her back and Cassandra slid her body against his body.
"Tell me," he said after they parted and she looked deeply into his eyes.
"Tell you what?" she asked, rubbing her body against him.
"Tell me that you love me," he said as she kissed down his neck then along his collar bone and he moaned.
"I love you," she whispered over and over while kissing down his chest and twisted his nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Little white lights flickered in his eyes as Peter moaned and balled his hands on the mattress. Cassandra slid her hands up and down his arms when she sat up, picked up his left wrist and kissed his palm then licked his wrist, feeling the quick pulse beating against her tongue. Peter moaned while she kissed his stomach and reached up, stroking his nipples with her fingers. Sighing, Peter covered his eyes with his hands while Cassandra knelt over him and kissed down to the soft hair over his balls. Reaching down with her left hand, she stroked his balls while stroking his nipple with her right hand and Peter shivered.
"Oh, fuck, that feels amazing," he sighed as she stroked his thin hips, along his pelvis and crotch and a cool tingling feeling traveled up his body. Smiling, Cassandra sat on his legs when she slid her hands under his hardening cock and stroked the underside, feeling his cock growing harder. Gently tugging on his cock, Cassandra looked at Peter while he held himself up on shaking arms and his pupils were wide. His eyes looked black as he widened his eyes and moaned, arching his head back. "Stop teasing me!"
Straddling his hips, Cassandra slid his hard cock inside her as she grabbed hold of his thin hips and started moving back and forth while pressing around his cock. Peter locked eyes with her as she moved faster and harder and the cool tingling roared up and down his body. His cock throbbed while she tightened around his cock and rocked faster and harder. Sliding back down onto the bed, Peter felt his heart slamming in his chest and breathed hard and fast through his nose. His body felt on fire when his climax began to rise and he arched his hips up a bit.
"Fuck!" Peter shouted as he climaxed and covered his eyes with his hands. His heart slammed against his ribs as a cool tingle moved over his skin when Cassandra blew on his hot skin and he softly moaned. Sliding off of him, Cassandra got off the bed when she headed for the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Peter placed his hands on his chest as he breathed softly through his nose and half closed his eyes. He didn't want to fall asleep as he thought about what life could be like with Cassandra and a smile nearly cut his face in half. "Yep, I could see it. It wouldn't be a bad thing, Old Mate, me sharing a life with her."
Peter jumped when the telephone rang as he could barely sit up and reached over, picking up the receiver. Cassandra walked out of the bathroom with a semi-wet flannel and a towel as she walked to the bed and sat down next to him.
"Hello?" Peter asked as he shrugged his shoulders and Cassandra placed the towel on her lap.
"Did I wake you?" Mark asked and Peter rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm fucking talking in my sleep! What do you…WANT?" Peter said as his voice went up an octave after Cassandra started washing him off and she smiled at him.
"I've been trying to get you all night. Jessie called. She said she has something she thinks you need to see."
"Fine, I'll go see her later. Right n-n-now I want to g-g-g-go back to SLEEP!" Peter said while Cassandra washed him off then patted his cock with the towel and Peter smiled, rolling his eyes.
"Are you ok?" Mark said as Peter placed the receiver on the cradle of the telephone and Cassandra placed the towel and flannel on the floor. Turning off the lights, Peter felt her crawling onto the bed then under the bedding when she snuggled closer and he slid his arms around her. Placing her head on the center of his chest, Cassandra listened to the soft sound of his heart beating as they closed their eyes and a few minutes later they had drifted off to sleep.