Title: The Postcard Murders, Chapter 7
By: greygoose70
Part 7
Another morning of raucous sex left them sweaty and breathless, but it was still early and the museum they were going to didn't open until eleven. It was she who finally spoke saying, "Come on lover, I could use a shower and some more of you inside me."
"Wow, you recover fast" he replied, "then added, I'll need a few more minutes."
"Well, maybe I can speed that along," quickly she rolled on top of him, wrapping his member in her hand started stroking it. It took but a few strokes before she felt him start to become firm, so she began swabbing it with her tongue. She heard him moan at the sensation, felt him get firmer still, so she took all of him that she could in her mouth, and with her wet lips slid up and down his magnificent shaft.
"You keep that up and we're never going to make it to the shower," he said.
She released him with a pop, grabbed his hand and leapt from the bed, pulling him along with her, and together they sprinted to the bathroom suite. She reached into the shower, turned on the hot water full blast, then adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. She released her hold on him then leaned on the tiled wall with her butt jutting out letting the tepid water run down her back and over her ass. "From the rear!" She shouted over the noise of the water hitting the floor.
"Which hole?" He shouted in return.
"Don't care, just stick it in me."
Surprising her he rammed his phallus into her arse then inserted two fingers between her folds. He then heard her scream.
She halfway expected him to go for her bunghole, marveling at the feel when he did so, but when he penetrated her vagina with two of his fingers it was so much more than she expected, and it felt so good that she screamed.
He developed a unique rhythm, in with his fingers, out with his dick, then reversing it, all while she performed a squeezing action with her butt muscles. Soon he felt himself getting close to an ejaculation. He knew he wanted her to have her climax right along with him, so he located her clit with his other hand, began stimulating it, he heard her hum and mumble "yes."
She was getting close to having an orgasm, figured he must be close to his own release as well, but then she felt his fingers on her clit, and she moaned loudly following it with a just as loud "yes".
"Oh god," she yelled just as he shouted, "now." With one last thrust he drove his cock completely into her and began his spill.
She started to shake, then feeling his first burst of his creamy substance she let loose. He kept his fingers buried in her during her entire climax.
As he retracted from her orifices she began to collapse, he instantly grabbed her under the armpits and held her up, then turned her in his arms and placed a kiss to her forehead. "You okay," he asked her.
"That was…was magnificent," she gasped still breathing heavily. "You have never done that before."
"So, you liked it."
"Loved it," she replied placing his face in the palm of her hands and her lips to his.
After soaping down each other's body down which led to another sexual episode, they finally were able to get dress and head out hoping they found a couple for their next expedition. As they stepped from their room, they saw a newspaper laying by the door. She bends down and picks it up and noticed the headline, WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE. She scanned the page, found the article and its request to be interviewed.
"Well, this is new," she said then added, "appears we've become famous, and this reporter wants to interview us."
"Hmm, let's think about it, but first let's find someone to kill," he replied.
"I like the way you think," she responded folding up the newspaper and putting it in her pack.
Earlier at the Clarion Hotel Restaurant
Rick and Emily had finished their breakfast, were now on their third cup of coffee discussing what they would do when, and if, the killers made contact with Dessie.
"Well, I'm pretty sure they're not going to just stroll into the newspaper's building then sit down and talk to her," Rick said taking another sip of his java.
"That would be nice, if it actually happened," Em replied with a wry smile.
"Dream on there, director. But, when they do make contact, and I'm betting they will, they will probably lead her all around town to make sure she isn't followed. I'm going to put a tracking device on her car. That way we can follow her but stay far enough back so as not to be discovered."
"We going to have backup?"
"Yeap. That's our first stop, so drink up and let's go."
The Viking Museum
She stepped up to the ticket booth and purchased two tickets that included a guided tour and a ride on the Ragnfrid's Saga. Checking her watch she notes that the first tour didn't start for another fifteen minutes, and according to the program she was given it was to be followed by a mead tasting (a drink made of fermented honey and water), and a Viking favorite, at the Restaurant Eld The tasting consisted of six favorable meads, from dry to the sweetest, it will be complimented with a charcuterie (a delicatessen that specializes in meats).
It's in the Restaurant Eld where they find them, Cole and Carol Sprouse, two students at Stockholm University where they are studying astronomy, hoping one day to be the first astronauts from Sweden. It was a shame that dream never came true, for after the Sprouse' invited their new friends back to their home for dinner and drinks, they found themselves in the same position as all those that had extended an invitation to them…naked in bed with their throats slashed.
Stockholm Interpol
Rick and Emily sat in the conference room explaining their plan to Lars, Gabriella, and Dayton McDermott, director of the NOA, all that suggested ideas that would make the apprehension of the Postcard Killers successful.
When the plan had been finalized Rick, Emily, and Gabriella got up and left.
The Stockholm Post
Rick, Emily, and Gabriella gathered around Dessie' desk going over with her what was likely to happen when the killers contacted her, how they have already placed a tracking device on her car, how the police were going to do what they called a parallel tail, always being within striking distance. They told her she would always have her cell phone on and have a Bluetooth device in her ear so she could listen and speak with Rick and Emily the entire time.
Dessie listened intently the entire time, nodding her head in approval when needed, she even inserted the device in her ear to test it. She told them that she would probably be nervous, but could do this, these bastards needed to be caught.
"Thatta girl," Rick responded cheerfully.
"Now all we have to do is wait," Emily stated.
It was 10:45pm when the call came in over Dessie' desk phone. "Dessie Lombard," she answered picking up the receiver. "Got it," she said after a few moments, then replaced the receiver back in its cradle.
"What'd they say," Rick asked?
"Corner of New Bridge Street and Easter Island Street, thirty minutes," Dessie replied.
"They must have scouted the course and know how long it takes to get there," Gabriella declared.
"Then let's not waste time," Rick said heading for the stairs, figuring they would be faster than waiting for the elevator.
Dessie pulled up at the location she was given and parked, she was in the warehouse district. Suddenly the back door swung open, and someone got in, Dessie turned to see who it was but something sharp was placed on her neck and a voice said, "face forward or I slit your throat. Now turn right."
Dessie gingerly turned her head back toward the front, placed the shift lever in drive, turned right and drove.
"She's on the move," Emily said while keeping her eye on the little red box on her tablet. "Just turned right on Ostermalm."
"Keep going straight until I tell you to turn," the voice behind her ordered.
Dessie had driven little over a mile when the voice said, "slow down and make the next left."
Doing as instructed Dessie reduced her speed while keeping her eye out for where to turn when she saw a wide driveway ahead. "Here," the voice ordered. Dessie turned, looked ahead and saw a large building with a loading dock and ramp. "Go up the ramp and into the building."
Again, doing as she was told she drove up and into the building. The building was empty except for someone standing next to a vehicle. "Park next to the car," the voice told her, a voice Dessie now recognized as being female.
As she pulled up next to the car and stopped, a man wearing a black hood opened her door telling her to get out and get in the back seat of the other car.
Ever the obedient one, Dessie stepped from her car, walked around to where the woman stood, also wearing a black hood, holding the rear passenger door open for her but as she went to get in she felt something poked in her arm "Ow," she declared. Suddenly she began to feel woozy, then there was nothing but darkness and silence.
"She took a left up ahead," Emily said still keeping her eyes on her tablet."
"What's there," Rick enquired?
"Doesn't say," Em replied, "but from its size I'd say a warehouse, and it looks like she drove into it and stopped."
"Okay, everyone, let's position ourselves to move in," Rick commanded over his microphone.
He turned his head around, saw the reporter sprawled across the back seat. "Let's go," the woman said as she finished buckling her seatbelt.
He shifted the selector in 'Drive' and proceeded to the far end of the warehouse, then out through the large open door, down the ramp, across the large expanse, and out through the gate he had disabled and opened earlier. He continued straight ahead across Ostermalm into the alleyway there then swung right onto Karjalainen and headed back into the city.
Interpol
They were back in the NOA conference room. The plan had gone awry. All they found in the warehouse was Dessie' car. The killers must have switched vehicles and made their escape before everyone was able to get in position.
Rick was sitting with his head in his hands, grumbling to himself. The others at the table had similar position, all probably contemplating the same question. It was Emily that finally broke the silence when she asked, "where do you think they took her, Rick?"
"I have no fucking idea," he mumbled back raising his head to look at her.
"I'm thinking it is somewhere they have already been," Lars said entering their conversation, hoping it would provide a spark to their thinking.
"Okay, but where would that be," Emily responded.
End of Chapter