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dinner.”
    I walked back down the hall, not so much hungry for
food but for Maya. Ten minutes later my growling stomach overrode that idea. I
got back to the station, and showed Tom the bullet comparison.
    “I think that about cinches it for Mr. McConnell,”
said Tom.
    “Tom, the captain is still in his office. I’d like to
run a trip down to Walla Walla, by him, for us to talk to Tate this week. Can
you start questioning McConnell, and I’ll join you when I’m done?”
    “Gotcha covered Abby. Go
plead our case.”
         I left Tom
and spent the next twenty minutes with the captain. It didn’t take too much
convincing, and he even called the warden to set up a meet on Wednesday. Tom
and I would have to spend the night in Walla Walla for the trip back on
Thursday. I put our name on the list for one of the larger cars for our trip.
If I was going have to drive to Walla Walla, I wanted to be comfortable.
    I walked down the hall and joined Tom in the interview
room. He wasn’t having too many problems getting Garson to talk with the bullet
comparison lying on the table between them.
         “She and I
had been partners for four years. We had sex even when we weren’t at the club
meetings. She told me I was the best, and that I always satisfied her. A few
months back I started to have problems in the aahhh erection area, and went to
the doctor. He said I was healthy, and it may be an age thing. I have a slight
heart problem so he wouldn’t give me Viagra. Desiree was forgiving for awhile, but
then she got sullen after our bouts. I just couldn’t seem to perform. Finally,
one day she said she was going to be seeing Carlton Dumont. Hell, he’s only
five years younger than me. I blew up. My ego couldn’t stand the demotion. I
left in a huff, and we only saw each other at meetings. I started going with
Amy Jackson, but it wasn’t the same. I guess I loved Desiree. We all agreed
when we started our club that it was just for the sex, and that we’d keep
emotion out. I failed. It finally preyed on my mind so much that I just got
more jealous and then mad. The more I thought about Desiree with Carlton’s
pencil dick in her, the madder I got.
    She was naked when I arrived. Desiree likes to walk
around naked in her house. The woman is obsessed with sex, but then so was I, I
guess. As we stood by the pool, with her telling me I wasn’t good enough, and
that she needed a man who could get it up, and that sex was what she wanted not
a life partner. That put me over the edge, and I shot her.”
    Garson hung his head and started to cry. The finality
of his decision finally sinking in, and the realization he’d never see Desiree
again, ever. We had his statement typed up and signed by ten thirty. Tom was
looking almost white. I told him not to drive home before he got some food in
his stomach. He agreed and headed out to hopefully get a good meal, and not
some gigantic pizza and beer. I called Maya and asked if she still wanted to
have dinner. She sounded tired, and I suggested an alternative.
         I rode the
bus home with myself and three other people. It was ten fifty five as I walked
across the street to my parking lot. At eleven twenty five, the doorbell rang,
and Maya was standing there with Chinese takeout and her clothes for tomorrow.
         “Thank you
for being the go-for for our dinner, I owe you,” I said.
         “Yes, you
do. I’ll take a kiss in lieu of a tip.”
    I gave Maya a kiss as she walked by me with our
dinner. In what seemed like only minutes, we’d both consumed our Kung Pao
Chicken, rice, and egg flower soup. I cleaned up, locked up, and we walked
slowly up the stairs to bed. After our showers and a short conversation to top
our day, I snuggled next to Maya as we both fell asleep, both exhausted from
our long day.

Chapter 12

 
         I was awakened with a kiss and a bit more,
which was certainly much better than my alarm clock. After we both extracted
pleasure from the