The Silent Killer

Chapter Eleven

Part 1

Stanley Harper, of the National Security Council, was just packing up the still unfinished business on his desk in preparation to go home for the evening. That's when the telephone on his desk rang.

At first, he didn't believe what he was hearing.

And then, he was shocked.

Greg Meyers had to be one of the most athletic men he'd ever met. The man had lived, breathed and even slept fitness.

After taking a few seconds to absorb the information, for a few seconds was all the luxury that any of them ever had in this business; he slipped into total agent mode and began running down the protocol for the situation.

The body would be taken to the appropriate location and an autopsy performed. Greg's wife, Shelby, would be brought in to see if she could offer any helpful slivers of information.

Though Stanley doubted it, as he knew from speaking to Greg that Mrs. Meyers had been away on a business trip.

Something just wasn't sitting right here. Stanley could feel it in his bones just as surely as, when on inclement weather days, he could still feel the occasional pain in his lower left leg where he had taken a bullet years ago.

Part 2

Lee Stetson had gone through the house on Maplewood Drive, ensuring that everything was locked up and settled for the night. Then, he ran up the stairs to the bedroom where he knew his wife was waiting. She was in the bathroom, so he took the time to pull back the comforter and fluff the pillows.

Amanda came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a little black shirt that gave him an enticing view of her long legs and hinted at what may or may not have been underneath.

'Hi there," she told him.

Lee went to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly until her sniffling caused them to break the kiss.

"Amanda," he chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I took some more allergy medicine," she admitted.

"I don't think it's helping, in fact, I think you're getting worse. Are you sure that you're not catching a cold?"

"Lee, I'm fine. Quit worrying."

"I'm you're husband, I'm supposed to worry."

"You're my husband and we're supposed to be making love. I've missed you," Amanda said as she settled against him and sighed.

"I've missed you too," he told her as his lips lowered, claiming her in a sweet kiss that easily took her breath away.

Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing as close as she could to his hard body. Lee didn't waste the opportunity. Stretched against him as she was, the little shirt had lifted and his hands found her bare bottom. His palms quickly settled upon her bare flesh, cupping her gently while their mouths once again met.

Lips parted and tongues entangled until the barely glowing embers of their passion that had been held at bay for nearly a week quickly engulfed into a passionate blaze.

He lifted, she wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her to the bed, scarcely missing a beat in between kisses.

They fell down onto her soft mattress, their soft laughter filling the room.

"Are you're up to this?" Lee asked her.

"It's just the sniffles," Amanda told him while moving to straddle her husband's body to prove her point. The she lowered her head until her lips had claimed his.

The feel of her hands on his chest, the taste of mint on her breath as she kissed him hungrily almost chased his worries away. And, when they finally broke apart, she gazed down at him with those sparkling brown eyes that reflected the magic of the chemistry that they shared.

"I want to make love to you," she told him with determination, a tone that clearly told him the issue was not up for debate. "Lots of people still make love when they've got a cold. It can be done."

Lee watched as she began pulling the shirt over head, tossing it carelessly behind her and revealing her now naked body totally for his eyes only.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She ran her hands down his chest until her fingers reached the button on his jeans.

"I'm positive," Amanda smiled down at him as she lightly scraped her fingers down the bulge that had revealed itself to her. "Very nice," she purred.

"We'll make love on one condition," Lee told her.

"What?" she laughed.

"If you're not feeling better in the morning, you stop by Kelford's office first thing in the morning."

"I can live with that," Amanda told him. "What I can't live with is all of these clothes you still have on."

Lee chuckled. "That we can take care of."

"I was counting on it big fella," Amanda told him, even as she sniffled again.