The Hood of Justice by Mark Alders Page A

get a chance to cock dock with the man straight away, erase his memory of what had transpired and get a confession of all his crimes all in the one go. To have done such a thing would have been perfect. The whole affair wrapped up in a neat little bundle.
    Such a thing wasn't to be so. Bruce had told Casey not to worry, but he couldn't help it. Randy had some high paid, puffed up lawyer arriving any minute, and no doubt Sarge would bellow for them to all to join him in the interrogation room as soon as humanly possible, too, no doubt.
    Thankfully, Casey had caught a good eight hours sleep, much happier when Jason was released from hospital. He took him home. Perhaps Casey would ask out him, after all. Who knew, the guy might be his type. He was kind, gentle and surprisingly intelligent and witty. In fact, he felt comfortable around the man. And, if he had to admit his true feelings, the man did stir something within him. Emotions which were on a much deeper level than just wanting to shove his dick hard up his arse. Perhaps when this Randy ordeal was over, he'd ask him out on a date. 
    "You all right, Case?" Bruce asked.
    "Not really. The Sarge is so going to rip me a new one, isn't he?"
    "You'll be all right. Just do your thing, let them all see what a wonderful ability you have. If all else fails, he won't remember to press charges anyway. The Sarge won't care then, I'd wager."
    "Yeah, but his lawyer will remember."
    Bruce's eyelids narrowed. "Not if we get in there before he does."
    Casey was shocked. "But the Sarge won't go for us being in the room without Randy having his lawyer present."
    "Who's says we're going to interrogate him? If we're just having a friendly chat, what can the Sarge do? Nothing other than give us a tongue lashing and tell us we've been bad boys and to piss off until we're called. Don't worry, Case. I've got your back, I told you that."
    Casey offered a weak smile. "Well, you're right, I suppose. I'm not going in there to officially interrogate him. Just pull down his pants and touch my cock onto his. Nothing more. I can see how the Sarge would have no problem with that whatsoever."
    Bruce slapped him on his back, ignoring Casey's intended sarcasm. "That's the spirit. Now drink up your coffee. I'm sure we won't have much time to act."
    "I'm so dead, aren't I?" Casey gulped his coffee. In that moment, his foreskin began to tingle. Well, his body was ready for what was to follow. Pity he had doubts.     
    The interrogation rooms of the station were almost cliché. They were all furnished with a table, two chairs opposite each other, and with no other feature standing out except the close-feed camera fixed in a corner from the ceiling and a secret viewing window on the main wall. Of course, no one in their right mind would think the window was just a mirror. Every suspect knew the whole precinct was able to watch their every move, hear their every word. Just the way the Sarge liked proceedings when it came to questioning perps. Everyone was protected.
    Randy had been summoned from his holding cell to appear in interrogation room seven, the charges of stealing a police officer's weapon, shooting a police officer with the stolen weapon, holding a police officer against his will, the murder of two security guards in his employ, torture of Jason P. Caruthers, including defamation of liberty and intent to cause harm, and firing a weapon without a license, were more than enough to hold him for that long without bail. When bail was set, as soon as the DA's office opened, it was posted at well over the three million dollar mark.
    Interrogation room seven was the largest of all such rooms. That's where Casey and Bruce marched as soon as they had heard the news from George, the office busy body, about what was going on around the precinct. The sexual harassment rumours hadn't eased either. 
    Bruce entered first.
    "Well, well, seems a few nights in the can has cooled you off a bit, hey?" Bruce began,