district attorney was in office at the moment would be snapping at his ass to find a suspect and close the case as quickly as possible.
Just his luck his transfer to this area came two weeks prior to this murder and it landed in his precincts jurisdiction. This mess was officially his whether he wanted it or not.
He got the call at 5:00 am while he was in the middle of laying some serious pipe to the hot patrolwoman Elizabeth that was assigned to “show him the city.”
She skillfully “showed” him her bathroom, bedroom and the back seat of the patrol car; she was limber and apparently lacked a gag reflex. 5:00 am is the time that the maid went to turn the room down and discovered the body.
The call was kept off the normal police channels so the press wouldn't get a hold of it. Lots of cops in the city were paid by different reporters to call them when potentially high profile cases came up. Keeping the incident off the main channels seemed to be working, for the moment.
They closed the floor off, and a “uniformed cop” was stationed by the elevator to ensure that only authorized persons were admitted. So far, that seemed to be working also.
Sergeant Chris Lancaster, one of the men under Merricks command, and acting partner walked in, “Jesus Fucking Christ!” He yelled.
“I was hoping the reports were wrong, that's Congressman Macalister, what the fuck! Seems like he fucked with the wrong person. Fucking politicians.”
Squatting down next to the congressman’s body, he was able to get a closer look at the killer’s handy work. “Did you happen to see the “rest” of him around here anywhere?”
“You mean his dick? Nope, it could be around here anywhere, just watch your step, I wouldn’t want you slipping on a dick” Merrick chuckled. He answered without turning to look at Chris, still deep in thought regarding the current situation and his lack of sleep.
“Hilarious lieutenant, what the fuck is he tied up with?” Merrick finally turned to look at Chris, “looks like one of those four way BDSM bondage systems”, he replied without even looking”
“Shit, do I even want to know how you know that?” Chris inquired.
“Probably not.
“Have you made the call to CSU?” Chris asked stepping over an article of the Congressman’s clothing.
“Not yet, I’ve only been here a hot minute.”
“Ok, I’ll make the call to CSU now.” Chris retorted and turned to walk into hall.
“Oh, before I forget, one of us has to brief the district attorney, Anderson.”
“By “One of Us”, you mean me of course.
“Hey you are in charge lieutenant, consider it an opportunity to pop your cherry.” The smirk on Chris’s face said it all. The D.A. was definitely a dick.
Great just perfect. After placing the call, Chris walked backed into the room and announced, “Alright, they are en-route.”
“Well, since I’m the “one” that has to brief the D.A., I guess you get this mess, call me with any information.”
Merrick headed out the door. Before leavening he gave the uniformed cop a word of caution, “Stay vigilant, don't let anyone on this floor who doesn't have the proper clearance.”
Roger that sir, the “Uni” looked tired; damn he didn't miss those days he thought as he walked away.
Mya Anderson the drop dead gorgeous district attorney was the youngest DA the city of New York had ever seen. As the only child of a Senator she had all the opportunity anyone could dream of but she chose to forge her own path.
As a teenager she dropped her fathers last name and adopted her mothers maiden name. Graduated from high school with top honors, at the young age of sixteen and was immediately accepted to Harvard Law. Becoming one of the youngest candidate accepted to the Ivy League college.
Defying her parents at every turn, she refused any financial assistance and worked two part time jobs in order to pay her
Just his luck his transfer to this area came two weeks prior to this murder and it landed in his precincts jurisdiction. This mess was officially his whether he wanted it or not.
He got the call at 5:00 am while he was in the middle of laying some serious pipe to the hot patrolwoman Elizabeth that was assigned to “show him the city.”
She skillfully “showed” him her bathroom, bedroom and the back seat of the patrol car; she was limber and apparently lacked a gag reflex. 5:00 am is the time that the maid went to turn the room down and discovered the body.
The call was kept off the normal police channels so the press wouldn't get a hold of it. Lots of cops in the city were paid by different reporters to call them when potentially high profile cases came up. Keeping the incident off the main channels seemed to be working, for the moment.
They closed the floor off, and a “uniformed cop” was stationed by the elevator to ensure that only authorized persons were admitted. So far, that seemed to be working also.
Sergeant Chris Lancaster, one of the men under Merricks command, and acting partner walked in, “Jesus Fucking Christ!” He yelled.
“I was hoping the reports were wrong, that's Congressman Macalister, what the fuck! Seems like he fucked with the wrong person. Fucking politicians.”
Squatting down next to the congressman’s body, he was able to get a closer look at the killer’s handy work. “Did you happen to see the “rest” of him around here anywhere?”
“You mean his dick? Nope, it could be around here anywhere, just watch your step, I wouldn’t want you slipping on a dick” Merrick chuckled. He answered without turning to look at Chris, still deep in thought regarding the current situation and his lack of sleep.
“Hilarious lieutenant, what the fuck is he tied up with?” Merrick finally turned to look at Chris, “looks like one of those four way BDSM bondage systems”, he replied without even looking”
“Shit, do I even want to know how you know that?” Chris inquired.
“Probably not.
“Have you made the call to CSU?” Chris asked stepping over an article of the Congressman’s clothing.
“Not yet, I’ve only been here a hot minute.”
“Ok, I’ll make the call to CSU now.” Chris retorted and turned to walk into hall.
“Oh, before I forget, one of us has to brief the district attorney, Anderson.”
“By “One of Us”, you mean me of course.
“Hey you are in charge lieutenant, consider it an opportunity to pop your cherry.” The smirk on Chris’s face said it all. The D.A. was definitely a dick.
Great just perfect. After placing the call, Chris walked backed into the room and announced, “Alright, they are en-route.”
“Well, since I’m the “one” that has to brief the D.A., I guess you get this mess, call me with any information.”
Merrick headed out the door. Before leavening he gave the uniformed cop a word of caution, “Stay vigilant, don't let anyone on this floor who doesn't have the proper clearance.”
Roger that sir, the “Uni” looked tired; damn he didn't miss those days he thought as he walked away.
Mya Anderson the drop dead gorgeous district attorney was the youngest DA the city of New York had ever seen. As the only child of a Senator she had all the opportunity anyone could dream of but she chose to forge her own path.
As a teenager she dropped her fathers last name and adopted her mothers maiden name. Graduated from high school with top honors, at the young age of sixteen and was immediately accepted to Harvard Law. Becoming one of the youngest candidate accepted to the Ivy League college.
Defying her parents at every turn, she refused any financial assistance and worked two part time jobs in order to pay her
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