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See Dick Run

Kassanna

 

 

Copyright © February 2013, Kassanna

Cover art by For The Muses Designs © February 2013

ISBN: 978-1-939151-17-9

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

 

Sugar and Spice Press

North Carolina, USA

www.sugarnspicepress.com

 

Chapter One

 

Moira cocked an arched brow, the wind whipped through her hair sending tendrils of her ponytail flying across her face. The water surrounding her crested in miniature white capped waves as they crashed against the ancient wood she stood on. She anxiously pushed the strands away and stared at the man at the edge of the dock.

“You do realize that if you don’t jump I may push you off.” Moira grumbled as she inched closer, glancing down between the slats into the murky depths of the frothy canal below her. The old dock creaked, giving way under their combined weight and shifted to the side. She grabbed a pillar to steady herself.

Dustin Marks, the third, a man she’d been shadowing for months, did the same and used his other hand to reach past the column he gripped and drop the black bag he’d held into the dark water. He raised his head to meet her stare, a crazy glint sparked in his eyes.

“Good luck getting any proof now, bitch. It’s just your word against mine! Nobody’s going to believe you. I would never hurt any of my wives. I am simply the recipient of a horrible turn of luck.” His lips lifted in a smirk. “After I’m done with the defamation case I plan to file against you, I will own your ass.”

“Ya think. Dustin, you ignorant SOB, I’ve been collecting evidence on you for a while.  Even if I don’t have the syringe or the drugs, per se, I have the receipts from the drugstore, dumb ass. I have the pictures of you with Alicia Newell, the future Mrs. Marks. I have the copies of insurance policies and I have no problem giving all that paperwork to the police.” She called out above the wind. “So you go for it. Meanwhile, I’ll be sitting at home while you and your cellmate get intimately acquainted.”

Dustin stared at her, his eyes wide in disbelief. “It’s all circumstantial. You have no fucking clue to what’s really going on.” He stepped back and onto the last plank on the pier. The quay moved again, dipping closer into the brown water.  “I will have my freedom…one way or another.”

Moira eased back placing one foot behind the other. She surveyed the channel, gators infested these waters and she had no intention of being any creature’s happy meal. Glancing back to estimate exactly how far from the shore she’d come, she let go of the pylon and kept moving backwards. Dammit, why did she let him lure her so far from the outlet’s edge? “Dude, you do realize that gators reside just beneath the surface of this bayou, and are probably waiting for a tasty snack. A jail cell would be an infinitely wiser choice.  Just saying.”

“There’s nothing you can do to me. But you’ll see, with me gone your pain is just beginning,” he screamed. Veins shown at his temples and the tendons in his neck strained. Dustin marched forward, the soles of his shoes slapping the wood.  A thunderous crack rent the air and the structure tilted, aged wood started to pull apart in quick succession. Moira met his gaze, a knowing smile split his lips as he extended his arms and winked at her. Her heartbeat sped up as she watched in horror when his footing gave way and he fell back into the water.  She took a few steps in his direction before she realized the rest of the dock was breaking up. Turning on her heel, she ran in the opposite direction, the sound of breaking wood following her.

Moira pumped her legs, sprinting for the shore.  The mist of water sprayed across the back of her arms as more heavy planks fell into the depths. The unraveling dock was catching up with her, the boards disappearing from beneath her feet even as she moved from one to the next.  With nothing left to lose and close enough to jump onto the rocky outcropping, she leapt.  Wind milling her arms, she watched the rest of the small pier collapse, sinking sideways beneath the water’s surface. She exhaled and tensed at the thought of the beating her body was going to take as the shore rose up to meet her.

Sharp pain pierced her side as her body bounced off the rocks and she settled a few inches from her landing spot with her calves still in the water. Grunting she pulled her limbs under her and scrambled to get to higher ground. The stones she wrapped her hands around cut into her palm as she hauled herself up. Her missed footholds sent pebbles splashing into the water.

“Please, Lord, let the gators be too busy munching on Dustin to notice me.” She tossed the words into the air as she continued her upward climb.

At the top, she threw her arm over the edge of the drop-off, groping for a handhold in the soft grasses and felt strong fingers encase her wrist in a vise-like grip. Suddenly, she was hauled straight up by her arm. Moira dangled in the air for a moment. She opened her mouth to thank her savior and promptly snapped it shut. Before she could come up with anything witty to say she was dropped onto solid earth.

“Tell me, Cher, why am I always dragging you out of trouble?” Her good Samaritan, Kever LaRue, asked as he bent over to offer her a hand.

Biting back the pain that speared her side and traveled up her arm, she brushed his hand away. It would be a cold day in hell before she took anything he offered. She inhaled as she rose, careful to keep from stroking her ribs. Show no weakness. “Kever LaRue, what are you doing here?” Moira plastered a smile on her face.

“Other than saving your luscious ass once again? A motorist thought they were witnessing a domestic violence dispute and called it in. Me, being the diligent detective that I am, and since I happened to be in the area, I decided to check it out.” He stared at her through deceptively innocent eyes.

“Hmph.” Moira started to walk in the direction of her car when two patrol cars swerved in, blocking her.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Ms. Blackstone?” Kever secured her by the bicep and swung her around. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

She stared at him. He was six-foot-two, with black hair a tad too long that screamed at you to run your fingers through it and eyes as equally dark. Broad shoulders and a trim waist, Kever was a native son and one of the most eligible bachelors in the Baton Rouge area. He wielded his Cajun accent like a super power, making any woman within listening distance willing to drop her panties indiscriminately. His tan was testament to his outdoor activities. She’d heard more than once that he’d put himself through college hunting gators. He was also an arrogant ass who charmed her when she first moved into town. Moira rolled her eyes at him. At least they’d never shared more than a very hot kiss and she was claiming tipsy on that occasion. She’d be damned if she ended up on the gossip line’s phone tree.

“Look, Kever, Dustin called me out here for a meeting. I didn’t realize that he wanted me to witness his suicide. He jumped off the end of the dock and we both know what’s in that water, so good luck finding the body.” She met his gaze and held it.

“Moira, sweet, how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the criminal element in town?” He released her arm and lifted his hand to trace a finger down her cheek. “You’re a woman, sug, there are some things you cannot do.”

She turned her head from his touch and pursed her lips. “Really, you’re an ass, but I don’t hold that against you. I’m going to go sit in my car now.  If you have any further questions for me, send your partner, cause if you come I might shoot you.” Moira stalked off.

 

***

 

Kever watched as Moira stomped away from him. She was a stick of dynamite he’d been trying to light for the better part of a year. New Year’s Eve he’d almost done it too.  He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, swiveling it until he heard the bones pop.  That holiday they’d shared one kiss that he practically had to beg for. The feel of her soft lips brushing over his, the ways her hands skimmed his shoulders, she’d dug her nails in and clung on when he’d plundered her mouth. If he tried hard enough he could still remember the faint taste of Champagne and dark chocolate.  Kever could feel his cock hardening from the memories. He opened his eyes to the bright sun and lowered his head to peer in the direction she’d walked.

An unexpected slap to the shoulder made him take a step forward. His partner, Bubba, stepped around him, shaking his head.

“You do realize, son, that pissing her off doesn’t help your cause?” Bubba smirked.

“She needs to think about her safety.”

“Uh-huh. I think you like pushing her buttons. You forget I know your mama and she would have clocked you with her wooden spoon for that last comment. I swear, Kever, you and Moira act like you’re both in elementary school.” Bubba pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a hefty puff and blew a ring of smoke.

“I thought you were stopping after that cancer scare.”

“Don’t change the subject, and let an old man enjoy his hard earned habits. So Dustin bit the dust. Can’t say I’m sorry, although I would like to know where he buried all his wives.”

“It doesn’t feel right, Bubba. I mean, why call Moira out here, just to jump into the bayou, a place known for its gator infestation?” Kever combed his fingers through his hair.

“We may never know and because you pissed her off, our only witness may not tell.” Bubba’s sigh was a weary one.  He took a long draw on his cigarette, holding the smoke in before releasing it on an exhale. He dropped the butt to the gravel and ground it under his heel. “I’ll go and talk to her. Try and undo some of the damage you inflicted.”

“Gimme a break! Go see if maybe we can get the divers to drag the canal’s bottom with a boat. I’ll talk to Moira and I’ll even be nice.”

“Maybe another time, son. I’d really hate to have to arrest her for shooting you—” Bubba started.

“She wouldn’t.” Kever turned to look at her car.

“Yes, Kever, I believe she would.” Bubba shook his head as he walked in Moira’s direction.

Kever moved toward the collapsed structure and stared into the water that was lapping at the wood. He was missing something and he could feel it, an uncomfortable twinge at the back of his mind. Dustin had no reason to commit suicide; there wasn’t enough evidence to arrest him. It was a purely circumstantial case. Granted, the media was crucifying him and had dubbed him the Valentine ’s Day widower. A play on words since they couldn’t technically call in a black widow. He kicked at a stone and a shower of pebbles sprayed into the murky sound. Beyond the splashes, a gator surfaced, a baby at only three feet. He pursed his lips. Moira was lucky he’d arrived when he did. That woman, he didn’t understand her, she insisted on being a private detective and even he could admit she was a good one. But no, could she stick to the cheating husband cases or the occasional theft?

The woman infuriated him and made his mouth water at the same time. She kept her dark hair straight with a part down the middle. In the sun he noticed it was more of a reddish brown and framed a heart shaped face with an extremely stubborn chin. She was a little taller than average height and favored high heeled boots. If he was honest, her legs looked damn good in them. Especially when she wore the faded jeans that clung to her hips like a second skin. Speaking of which, Moira had the softest bronze-colored skin he’d ever felt.

He glanced over his shoulder. His partner was waving his hands and laughing. Probably entertaining her with one of his many stories and putting her at ease. Kever returned his gaze to the channel. Bubba apparently had a way with women that he was lacking. He snorted. That was doubtful. More like he had a way with Moira, and Kever would give his eye teeth to get her to look at him with such glee. He looked at the gator bobbing in the current.

“You tell me, eh. Did you get a piece of ol’ Dustin? For some reason I don’t think you did.”

 

Chapter Two

 

Moira leaned back in her chair and raised her legs to drop her feet on the corner of her desk. The French doors of her office were open to allow the brisk breeze to flow through. She touched the speaker button on her cell phone and set it down, pulled her croissant apart and closed her eyes as the buttery pastry melted in her mouth. Lifting her coffee cup to her mouth, she blew over the rim before taking a sip and listened to one of her best friends in the world chastise her.

“Moira, you’re not stupid. I don’t get why the hell you would even go out there and meet a serial killer.” Violet took an audible breath.

“Alleged serial killer,” Moira corrected.

“Whatever. It was still a dumb move. You are lucky that cop showed up when he did. I would hate to have to come down there to help you recuperate from the loss of a
leg
or some other appendage.”

“Can we not talk about Dustin, Kever or the loss of limbs? How is everything with you?”

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