The long corridor of the morgue was barely lit by a few dusty lamps attached to the wall in dark brick. Detective Murdoch did not like to go to these places. He still felt a cold shiver run through his body along his spine when he passed the heavy metal door. He did not like to hear his footsteps echoing on the floor, while the silence of death around him. He could not stand the smell, the chloroform, humidity, bodies stored in large refrigerators and waiting to be autopsied or returned to their families. Detective Murdoch, still refused to see the relatives of the deceased identify remains and when, by chance, he happened to cross them in the corridor, he turned almost immediately eyes. He could not see their eyes ravaged by tears, their faces contorted in pain. William Murdoch hated the morgue because it reminded him far too often that he too had been one of these relatives, he had wept for several minutes sitting in a corner of a corridor almost identical to this one.
He soon arrived at the closed wooden door leading to the autopsy room. He opened it and he was dazzled by the light that came from the center of the room, indicating that Dr. Grace was at work. He borrowed the three steps to the central plateau and he took a small metal box on the table nearby to slide two fingers and apply the fragrant dough under his nose.
-Doctor Grace, he said simply arriving next to her when she just turned her head toward him.
-Good evening Detective Murdoch, replied the young woman, smiling, how are you?
-Well, sighed William, we can not say the same for the poor man.
-Oh, he was fine before dying, replied the young woman.
Detective did not answer. He had long known that Dr. Grace had a humor all her own, a morgue humor he understood rarely, if ever. He also does not understand even why a young woman as intelligent and he had to admit, lovely, spent his time cutting corpses rather than having a job highlighting her strengths. She could have been a journalist, as she would always have the last word, she would have been able to practice in a hospital her medical talents, she could even do politics, he was confident as he was impetuous and sometimes limited. But Detective Murdoch had to admit she was a medical examiner fully qualified, even if he could not stand nor her humor nor her spontaneity that bordered on insolence.
-From what did he die? Threw the young man looking at the body.
-A blow to the chest with a knife, said Dr. Grace, the penetration angle is 90 °, so the aggressor was his size. The shot is straightforward and clear, the wound is clean, I can compare the notch in the blade when you find the murder weapon. This man was in perfect health from that, his clothes are neat and overpriced, I concluded that he lacked nothing.
-Nothing else?
-He died a few minutes after having had sex. And they were more violent I say.
-Why this conclusion?
-His penis is covered with small cuts, he showed himself enterprising if you ask me.
William cleared his throat briefly and smiled shyly.
-I see, he whispered, could I take his fingerprints?
-Do you have an idea of his identity? The young woman asked, handing him, pushing the white sheet that covered the hand of the corpse.
-No, not right now, said William, taking the fingerprints of the first young man's hand.
-It was a very handsome man anyway, Grace sighed, looking at his face, what a mess.
William did not answer and walked around the body to fingerprint his second hand, then he get away.
-If you have nothing more Doctor.
-No, no nothing yet.
-I returned to my office, if anything at all, let me know or Constable Crabtree.
-Yes Detective.
-Thank you Dr. Grace, William replied before heading to the exit to leave quickly.
He joined his office without addressing look neither left nor right, lost in thought. He crossed the Constable Crabtree to whom he handed the fingerprinting.
-Make a search of our files, see if these impressions are recorded, he had ordered just before closing the door to his office.
He glanced at his moped and sighed deeply, he would not have the time to devote to it before the end of this investigation. He removed his hat and his jacket and walked to his dark cabinet where the caseload is accumulated. In a weary sigh, he sank into his chair and closed his eyes, massaging gently. He settled comfortably, as he did when he knew he was going to spend a night at the station, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He thought about this case which had fallen on him, to the indices, the body position, the club, the people he had met there. A smile on his lips was born without his noticing. He thought of her. At this young woman he had met a few minutes. Eyes still closed, he could perfectly remember her smile, her look, her perfume. Without him noticing, William slept softly, thinking of the woman he had just met but already obsessed him.
Eyes closed, head back, he felt a hand on his shoulder and slipping on his tie. A breath was lost in his neck and in his ear. A second later, lips landed on his skin and he opened his eyes. He met her eyes and his breath caught. She was there in front of him, dressed in her purple dress, short of breath. William tried to rise, but she put her hands on his shoulders to prevent it.
-No, do not move Detective, she murmured in a soft voice on his lips.
He did not answer and he saw her smile before she gently back the dress on her legs and thighs to reveal her down and her gates garter silk. She sat astride him, uttering a long sigh of contentment when his already tense member hit her femininity.
-Madam Garland, what are you doing, you ...
-Julia, she sighed on his lips smiling, call me Julia Detective.
He just nodded and a second later she captured his lips for a long, deep kiss. Then she came up to him a little and he no longer resisted the urge to put his hands on her thighs in order to caress the fine lace. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, gently moving her pelvis. The hands of the young woman headed William's vest quickly opened it to drag on his shoulders while he was recovering a bit to come and taste her sweet lips. After a glance and a smile, she began to open his shirt and kissed after another on his chest. With extreme delicacy, she undid his tie that dropped to the ground. She leaned toward him again, kissing his neck, sliding her fingers on his chest, savoring his tongue slid over the top of her chest and his hands along her spine. She, now hold the young man against her with a hand through his dark hair and the other went to his belt. She opened it and a second later, her hand slipped into his pants to grab his member. William groaned, which made her smile and move her hips faster.
-Julia ...Julia ... I ... can not ..., William grumbled against heart feeling his breath catch as the hand of the young woman was coming and go in his underwear.
She then departed from him to stand up without leaving his eyes. He saw her open her dress gently slid to the floor, revealing just a black panties and body. He looked at her breasts and offered at his views after a second, the young woman sat on the desk, away from a brief movement of the hand all that was there. She tensed with desire, pointing her breast toward the ceiling, moaning while throwing her head back. He then jumped up, leaving his pants slide on his knees and with a radiant smile on the lips, she went down his pants to see how much he excited. She grabbed him by this place so sensitive and she approached her to come to encircle his hips with her legs, to come and taste his tongue, to let her fingers caress his manhood. He took the opportunity to fondle her breasts and mix to taste her nipples with his tongue with his teeth. He saw her arch again and he no longer resisted. He slipped two fingers between her skin and the tissues of her panties and with a quick movement, he withdrew it. He put his hands on her hips, admiring her naked body, admiring what way she 's just in front of him. He watched her chest rise in staccato rhythm of her breathing. He met her eyes filled with desire, he saw her smile, he heard his name she moaned lip as a prayer and a moment later, he gave a violent jerk to penetrate her and snatch her a cry of pleasure. He remained a few moments to savor the moment, and then he retired and he penetrate her again. He only had his hands on her hips and his penis in contact with her, but he asked no more. She kept her eyes closed, her body tense, her head back, moaning and moving her hips at the same pace as his. He saw her waving hairs around her face, sweat beading in the hollow between her breasts, her fingernails leave marks on the wood of his desk. He would just look at her become undone again and again, until that moment he exploded, this time preceding his ecstasy, just before he lets himself fall heavily on her and they understood that it was all over. He placed a tender kiss between her breasts and she looked up to see her smile. She stroked his cheek.
-You are an incredible man Detective Murdoch, she told him on his lips before kissing him passionately, Detective Murdoch.
-Detective Murdoch, George threw harder to notice his supervisor finally awoke.
He met her gaze and it sat up in his chair. The office was as he had been a few hours earlier, all files were in their place. He sighed deeply, shaking his head from side to side before crossing the gaze of George who spoke again.
-Do you feel good Sir? Asked the young man. You seemed to be stirred in your sleep.
-Yes I ... um, William muttered, clearing his throat, I'm fine, do you have anything new?
-Yes sir, we have the identity of the victim, James Dawson, George added.
He handed him a folder that William was eager to take in order to focus on the case and forget as soon as possible the dream he had done.
to be continued...