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Red Light. Part 2
20 Hours.
When the fire brigade turned up they confirmed that the driver had died in the explosion. Not being insensitive but now I had to go back to the station and write up the report, explaining why I was chasing a man who was not connected to a crime that was no longer being investigated. It is moments like this that can cost you your job.
But when I return to the station my supervisor called me into his office and thanked me. He explained that Boris Bologna was carrying a large stash of drugs in the boot of his car. His death had removed a major drug dealer and a large amount of drugs from the city.
I left the room feeling a little happy, I'd managed to solve part of an issue, but left me needing another avenue to help crack this case.
While I wrote up my report the only face I could picture was Delamoore, then I had a crazy idea, I wondered if Berger would talk. I doubt it, maybe he was my last resort.
Then the phone at my desk rang and I answered it.
24 Hours.
I had known it was a stupid idea the moment I had agreed. The phone call I received was from Miss Delamoore, she wanted to talk and so I arranged to meet her at the old Train station down town.
It wasn't the most sensible place to go, but it was where she suggested, so I simply agreed. Then I grabbed a few hours sleep in the staff room then headed out.
By the time I got to the meeting point I was concerned that the case clock had ticked over to more than twenty four hours. Unless Delamoore was going to confess, chances of getting a conviction was slipping away fast.
I was actually surprised to see however that Delamoore was there before me, it didn't make the feeling any easier. She greeted me with a hand shake which was instantly odd.
Then she introduced herself, Agent Caroline Shepton of the FBI. My mouth hit the floor and I think she must have noticed. She quickly explained to me what she was doing and filled me in on an operation that had taken years to set up and run.
When she left I was still reeling from the revelation of what I had stumbled upon. The two men in custody were set up by the FBI to draw my departments attention from their on going case.
Any chance I had to get into the house was now over, the local judge had already been told to block all attempts to enter the house. Yet I had a window of opportunity. I now knew what was going on.
Shepton didn't say what happened, but I had an idea she knew. What was worse is that she openly admitted that her running the brothels was essential to catching the bigger fish on their line, Ivan Noscavik, a Russian mafia boss.
I had to go back to the station and run checks on the details I had been given, I didn't trust her.
26 Hours.
On the way back to the desk I took a detour home to change the basics, have a quick shower and grab some food.
Then upon arriving at the station, I was greeted by the iconic black van of the FBI. My supervisor was stood talking to one of the agents before he pointed at me. I never made it into the station.
30 Hours.
The small safe house the FBI were using was a few doors down on the opposite side of the road to the brothel where I first met Delamoore/Shepton.
It seemed like I was being pulled into something far above my head, but it was a rare chance to work with the FBI.
What they wanted was simple enter the house as a client, a new client, and attempt to acquire drugs from each of the girls inside. I had been told there were seven, normally eight but I knew how she had ended up.
Standing at the door I knocked and the undercover agent answered and welcomed me in. I walked into the living room where a faint red glow came from the bulbs in the room.
I saw a woman, very slender, gracefully dancing around a bar in the centre of the room. I was informed her name was Trinity. My host motioned for me to follow her I walked beside her toward what should have been the kitchen.
Instead the room was separated into small seating booths. Each of the four booths had a barely dressed woman sat waiting, two had company.
Delamoore walked off and I followed, we went up the stairs and the first room at the top of the stairs was the toilet. Then three rooms.
The last room at the end of the corridor was divided into two sections, one section had a double bed, some basic furniture to make it look like a bedroom. I noticed some of the popular and expected sex toys laying about, it was clear what it was intended for. The woman sat in the chair was introduced as Connie.
The second part of the room was separated by a partial wall with a large window. Behind the window were about ten chairs, a small coffee table and boxes of tissues. Again the purpose was clear.
I followed to the next room expecting to see the same set up, and I walked in on every seat in the smaller section occupied, what I saw was Haunting, but my original thought of just it being men watching was proved wrong.
The two women on the bed however had every one of the ten fixated on their sexual dance. Delamoore said that the one was Crystal, the other was a paying customer. We didn't linger.
Then we got to the last room, the one I was keen to see, the room that over looked where the body was found. Opening the door I was surprised to see the room wasn't the same as the others.
There was no bed, but it still had the viewing area. Instead of the bed however there were different styled holding devices, a heavy looking pillory, where someone's head and arms would be locked secure. I could only imagine the damage done to someone in that.
Shackles hung from the ceiling and some bolted to the floor. Whips, canes, and other fetish instruments hung on the walls. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Then suddenly it all went black.
33 Hours.
I woke to find I was shackled to the room, I tried my luck to pull free but I really didn't expect to be able to. I couldn't see through the Glass I knew was there, clever. What I was aware of was the red light in the room, earlier it had been the typical yellow light.
I looked about and I could see someone in the pillory, at a closer look I noticed it was Shepton, she was stripped as naked as I was.
Then a man walked over and forced me to drink some water. I couldn't see his face, I had to drink it and as soon as I had I began to realise why I shouldn't have. My head began to spin and all I could hear was laughing.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the alley, with Shepton beside me. She was badly beaten, still naked and dead. And I think I done it.
© mrroutywrites
When the fire brigade turned up they confirmed that the driver had died in the explosion. Not being insensitive but now I had to go back to the station and write up the report, explaining why I was chasing a man who was not connected to a crime that was no longer being investigated. It is moments like this that can cost you your job.
But when I return to the station my supervisor called me into his office and thanked me. He explained that Boris Bologna was carrying a large stash of drugs in the boot of his car. His death had removed a major drug dealer and a large amount of drugs from the city.
I left the room feeling a little happy, I'd managed to solve part of an issue, but left me needing another avenue to help crack this case.
While I wrote up my report the only face I could picture was Delamoore, then I had a crazy idea, I wondered if Berger would talk. I doubt it, maybe he was my last resort.
Then the phone at my desk rang and I answered it.
24 Hours.
I had known it was a stupid idea the moment I had agreed. The phone call I received was from Miss Delamoore, she wanted to talk and so I arranged to meet her at the old Train station down town.
It wasn't the most sensible place to go, but it was where she suggested, so I simply agreed. Then I grabbed a few hours sleep in the staff room then headed out.
By the time I got to the meeting point I was concerned that the case clock had ticked over to more than twenty four hours. Unless Delamoore was going to confess, chances of getting a conviction was slipping away fast.
I was actually surprised to see however that Delamoore was there before me, it didn't make the feeling any easier. She greeted me with a hand shake which was instantly odd.
Then she introduced herself, Agent Caroline Shepton of the FBI. My mouth hit the floor and I think she must have noticed. She quickly explained to me what she was doing and filled me in on an operation that had taken years to set up and run.
When she left I was still reeling from the revelation of what I had stumbled upon. The two men in custody were set up by the FBI to draw my departments attention from their on going case.
Any chance I had to get into the house was now over, the local judge had already been told to block all attempts to enter the house. Yet I had a window of opportunity. I now knew what was going on.
Shepton didn't say what happened, but I had an idea she knew. What was worse is that she openly admitted that her running the brothels was essential to catching the bigger fish on their line, Ivan Noscavik, a Russian mafia boss.
I had to go back to the station and run checks on the details I had been given, I didn't trust her.
26 Hours.
On the way back to the desk I took a detour home to change the basics, have a quick shower and grab some food.
Then upon arriving at the station, I was greeted by the iconic black van of the FBI. My supervisor was stood talking to one of the agents before he pointed at me. I never made it into the station.
30 Hours.
The small safe house the FBI were using was a few doors down on the opposite side of the road to the brothel where I first met Delamoore/Shepton.
It seemed like I was being pulled into something far above my head, but it was a rare chance to work with the FBI.
What they wanted was simple enter the house as a client, a new client, and attempt to acquire drugs from each of the girls inside. I had been told there were seven, normally eight but I knew how she had ended up.
Standing at the door I knocked and the undercover agent answered and welcomed me in. I walked into the living room where a faint red glow came from the bulbs in the room.
I saw a woman, very slender, gracefully dancing around a bar in the centre of the room. I was informed her name was Trinity. My host motioned for me to follow her I walked beside her toward what should have been the kitchen.
Instead the room was separated into small seating booths. Each of the four booths had a barely dressed woman sat waiting, two had company.
Delamoore walked off and I followed, we went up the stairs and the first room at the top of the stairs was the toilet. Then three rooms.
The last room at the end of the corridor was divided into two sections, one section had a double bed, some basic furniture to make it look like a bedroom. I noticed some of the popular and expected sex toys laying about, it was clear what it was intended for. The woman sat in the chair was introduced as Connie.
The second part of the room was separated by a partial wall with a large window. Behind the window were about ten chairs, a small coffee table and boxes of tissues. Again the purpose was clear.
I followed to the next room expecting to see the same set up, and I walked in on every seat in the smaller section occupied, what I saw was Haunting, but my original thought of just it being men watching was proved wrong.
The two women on the bed however had every one of the ten fixated on their sexual dance. Delamoore said that the one was Crystal, the other was a paying customer. We didn't linger.
Then we got to the last room, the one I was keen to see, the room that over looked where the body was found. Opening the door I was surprised to see the room wasn't the same as the others.
There was no bed, but it still had the viewing area. Instead of the bed however there were different styled holding devices, a heavy looking pillory, where someone's head and arms would be locked secure. I could only imagine the damage done to someone in that.
Shackles hung from the ceiling and some bolted to the floor. Whips, canes, and other fetish instruments hung on the walls. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Then suddenly it all went black.
33 Hours.
I woke to find I was shackled to the room, I tried my luck to pull free but I really didn't expect to be able to. I couldn't see through the Glass I knew was there, clever. What I was aware of was the red light in the room, earlier it had been the typical yellow light.
I looked about and I could see someone in the pillory, at a closer look I noticed it was Shepton, she was stripped as naked as I was.
Then a man walked over and forced me to drink some water. I couldn't see his face, I had to drink it and as soon as I had I began to realise why I shouldn't have. My head began to spin and all I could hear was laughing.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the alley, with Shepton beside me. She was badly beaten, still naked and dead. And I think I done it.
© mrroutywrites
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