CAHILL–Part 4 of 6

CAHILL—Part 4 by Senorlongo

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I loaded Daryl, Dan Powell, and Max into my SUV, dropping Dan off at headquarters with my thanks and driving Daryl to my in-laws where I knew that Jasmine was anxiously waiting for him just as I was sure Lucy

was waiting for me.

On the way out the door earlier today I had told Sgt. Ed Sulkowski, “Ed, get someone you have complete trust in and go over to the Bascombs’ house. Pick up some shotguns from Mulvaney and don’t let anyone get near

the house except for Jasmine Stone. Do you know her?”

“Um…the good-looking librarian?”

“That’s the one. She’ll be on her way to see Lucy at her parents’ home in a few minutes. Stay there until Daryl or I return and don’t stay in the car if someone approaches the house.”

“What the hell is going on, Chief?”

“I can’t tell you now, Ed. I’ll explain everything either later or tomorrow morning. Now get moving.”

Ed and a patrolman I later learned was his son-in-law were on the ball as we approached. Knowing that they might be nervous I flashed my light bar to identify us. I could see them breathe easier once we were there. Max had his head out the window when I stopped.

“Everything okay, Chief? You’ve been gone quite a while.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. We confiscated a couple million in illegal drugs and arrested six people—Joe Wilson, Stan Irwin, Jeremy Haynes, his father and mother, and Gil Parsons. I also killed one Mexican and the state police killed another. It’s been a busy day. You guys can go home. Thanks; I appreciate your attention to duty.” I reached through the window to shake Ed’s hand and drove up the long driveway, exiting at the front door.

Why wasn’t I surprised when Lucy and Jasmine ran out the door into our arms? “Oh, Matt—thank God you’re safe.” Those sentiments were echoed just a second later by Jasmine as she pulled Daryl’s head down for a long kiss. I might have noticed had Lucy not done exactly the same thing with me.

I chuckled when we broke the kiss. “You two should go into choreography or maybe synchronized swimming.” The women laughed and Daryl might have joined them had Jasmine not kissed him again. I put my arm around Lucy and we walked +together into the house with Daryl and Jasmine following right behind us. Max capered between Lucy and me.

As expected, Jonathan and Marylou were waiting for us just inside. We had obviously fired our weapons. My face and hands were grayish black with smoke and powder residue from the shotgun as were Daryl’s. Even the smokeless powder used in most weapons these days leaves some residue. I waited until we had a chance to wash up in the kitchen before joining my wife and the others in the family room.

“Remember when we caught that bartender switching liquors? Believe it or not, that’s what started a major investigation. He identified Jeremy Haynes as his boss and told us that his roommate had bought drugs from him, too. I know the chief in Memphis extremely well so once he had the info he got a warrant to search the dorm room where his men found a quantity of cocaine and other drugs. Daryl and I met with a state attorney who was able to flip the roommate. He was wearing a wire when he made a good sized drug buy from Haynes and from that the state police got a warrant to tap Haynes’ phone and to bug their house.

“Confused yet? Well, from the phone tap we learned that there was a huge drug buy coming in from Mexico. I asked Lucy to go with us last Sunday to identify the voices the bugs picked up which she did. Today we arrested Stan Irwin, Gil Parsons, Carl Haynes and his wife, and Jeremy Haynes as well as your former chief of police.”

“Joe Wilson? Oh no! That will kill his poor wife.”

“We also arrested one of the Mexicans and I killed another. The state cops got another although it’ll be hard to say exactly who because he was in a truck cab and they hit it with about a hundred rounds. I turned the drugs over to the DEA and the prisoners to the state police. We learned after the arrests that Mrs. Haynes had a small ledger listing all of their major sales over the past two years and a list of their bank accounts in the Caymans.”

“Wow,” Jonathan said, “You two have been busy. I think we should treat you to dinner—not Carter’s, I think, but how about Maxwell’s?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea, Daddy. Why don’t you make a reservation while I take everyone home to clean up and change clothes?” Next thing I knew we were in my SUV with Jasmine and Daryl following. Max ran into the house for water as Lucy and I headed to our bedroom for a shower. I dropped my holster belt onto the floor and stepped out of my clothes. I was about to throw them into the hamper when Lucy stopped me and led me into the shower. She moved again into my arms as the hot water sprayed over us.

“I was so worried about you,” she confessed.

“I doubt that I’ll be directly involved in many raids as chief, but you need to learn to have confidence in my ability. I hate to tell you how many times I’ve put my life on the line. The only time I was shot was in a motel in Mobile when Max woke me up in the middle of a drug war.” I paused then to once again show Lucy the scar on my bicep. She leaned forward to kiss it just the way she would when one of our children had a boo-boo.

I reached for the soap, but she beat me to it and washed my body—front and back from top to bottom, but spending entirely too much time on my cock and balls. “We’ll be late if you keep that up,” I told her even though I hated for her to stop and the expression on my face was sure to tell her that.

“We’ll have plenty of time after dinner then I hope to have other news for you, too.” I pressed her, but she wouldn’t budge. I’d learned early on that Lucy could be incredibly stubborn if the mood struck her so I let it drop. She promised me that she’d tell later and I knew she would. I took the soap from her to wash her lovely body. It was funny, but the more I knew about Lucy the more beautiful she became. Best of all, she was a generous and beautiful person, a credit to her family and her city.

We met Daryl and Jasmine and they were obviously freshly showered as we were. That was when I first noticed the plastic bag in her hands. She and Lucy had obviously planned for this or something similar. Of course, we were both armed–our 9mm’s securely holstered on our belts. Mine was covered by my navy blue sports jacket, Daryl’s hidden by a lightweight jacket. I drove, following Lucy’s directions to a spot just at the edge of the city limits. Maxwell’s was a high-ceilinged building with leaded glass on the front and side windows, giving it an elegant appearance. Inside it was even better with real natural stone and extensive dark woodwork on the walls.

The Maitre d’ greeted Lucy by name then looked his nose down at Daryl, Jasmine, and me until I opened my jacket a bit to give him a view of my ID and pistol. “Frank, I’d like to introduce my husband, Matt Cahill, the Chief of Police, and this is his friend and Lieutenant Daryl Evans. Finally, this is my best friend Jasmine Stone. She’s the chief librarian at our library. Have my parents arrived yet?”

“Yes, Miss Lucille—they are in the gold room. Allow me to show you the way.” He took a few menus from the podium and led us down a wide corridor to a small room separated from the main dining room by a wall of leaded glass blocks with just a single table for eight. Jonathan rose to hug all of us which, I assumed, told the snobby Maitre d’ how things were with us. His attitude changed immediately. I thanked Jonathan once he was gone.

“He’s not a bad sort, but every now and then he forgets we’re in western Tennessee and not in Paris.”

“I’ve been to Paris,” I told everyone. “Paris, Texas; it’s a nice place.” Lucy scoffed and swatted my arm as Jonathan and Marylou laughed.

“Let’s be seated and have a drink or three before dinner. Marylou and I know the menu by heart, but I think the rest of you will probably need a look.” Jonathan and Marylou returned to their seats and we also sat. The extra two place settings and chairs were removed immediately and we shifted the settings and chairs to have more room. I was next to Marylou and my wife who had Jasmine to her right and then Daryl. Our waiter came and took drink orders. I’m not much of a drinker—guns and alcohol usually cause trouble and I was almost always armed—but this was a celebration so I thought I could handle one drink with dinner. I ordered a margarita on the rocks then turned my attention to the sizable menu.

I couldn’t believe all the courses listed in the menu—starters, soup, salad, pasta, entrees, desserts, and after-dinner cordials. Furthermore, the menu was written in English and French. There was no way I was eating all these courses so I just picked out the few I thought I’d like. I turned to Lucy after a few minutes to ask what she was going to eat.

“I’m going to start with the snails.” Then she changed her mind when she saw the expression on my face. “Actually, the shrimp cocktail here is really great. Why don’t you have one, too?” I smiled my approval and asked her about the French onion soup. “It’s my favorite, by far.” She chose the rack of lamb, but I ordered the king sized prime rib and Daryl and Jonathan joined me. I was really glad I wasn’t paying the tab for this meal. I thought it would come to well more than a hundred per person plus tip before we were done.

We had a lively time and a great dinner, but I’d found that every meal at our house had been great, too. I guessed that was a big benefit to being rich, or, at least, having a rich wife. One of the benefits of prime rib is that there’s always fat to take home for the dog. Marylou had a tuna steak that she couldn’t finish and didn’t want to take home so I added that to Max’s dinner treat. I’d often thought that dogs will eat anything, but that’s not true. I’d given Max some stew I’d ordered at a diner in Carolina Beach and when he was done all of the peas were sitting unmolested in the bottom of his bowl.

We said good-bye to my in-laws at the restaurant with sincere thanks, but Jonathan actually thanked Daryl and me. “Thanks for ridding the area of drugs,” he told us.

“Sorry if we disillusioned you, Jonathan,” Daryl said just before I could get the words out. “We put a big dent in the supply train, but someone else with a lot of greed and no caring for his or her fellow man will follow them. It might not happen for six months or so, but eventually….” Jonathan looked at me and I just nodded my agreement.

“We hit them hard and, most importantly we eliminated the corrupt police officers who successfully protected the scum. People like them are the lowest form of life. I’m not a big supporter of the death penalty, but dealing drugs and the misery they create deserves the most severe penalty imaginable. In many cases it’s worse than murder in my book.”

“I would think that police officers would support the death penalty, Matt.”

“The cost of imprisoning someone for life is, perhaps surprisingly, much less than executing him. The reason for that is all of the appeals that are required by law. The state has to pay for the attorneys—both prosecution and defense—as well as the judge and other courtroom expenses. The most recent estimates exceed twenty million dollars and don’t forget that the prisoner needs to be segregated from the general population and that’s expensive, too.”

“Hmmm, I never thought about it that way.”

“It gets worse. What percent of prisoners are there because of drug use—not sales, but simple possession? I’ll tell you—it’s more than half, by far. That’s hundreds of millions of dollars every year. Many in law enforcement would like to see things like marijuana use legalized so we can spend our time tracking down more serious criminals.”

“I agree, Jonathan. Matt and I have discussed this probably a couple of dozen times. Unfortunately, he’s also right about somebody else moving into the area. The profit on illegal drugs is just too tempting for a lot of folks.” Jonathan just shook his head and then he and Marylou turned and walked away. We waved good-bye and piled into my SUV for the short ride home. Lucy invited Jasmine and Daryl in, but they had the good sense to decline.

I was sure that Max could smell the treats I’d brought home for him by the way he jumped and scampered around the kitchen. I made sure that everything was cut into small chunks before placing his dish onto the rubber mat. I knew he was very hungry, but he stayed sitting until I told him it was okay with a snap of my fingers. Then he attacked the food with even more ferocity than he had shown in taking the Mexican down earlier this afternoon.

I knew that Lucy wanted me to ask her about her news so that was exactly why I hadn’t. Max had been put out and the house secured when we walked together into the bedroom. I didn’t even react to the scowl on her face. “You can be so exasperating, you know?”

Playing dumb, I replied, “Who, me?”

She was laughing now as she stared me down. “Yes, you; who did you think? Max?”

“Okay, I give up. What’s your news? Are Jasmine and Daryl getting engaged over the weekend? They were so obvious at dinner.”

“They were and Jasmine does think it will be soon, maybe even this weekend, but I was thinking about something else.” She waited for almost a minute before continuing as if she was a bit uncertain how to proceed. “Um…I went off the pill almost six weeks ago.”

“Okay.” That was all I said, but anyone reading my face could tell that I wasn’t quite done. I was just waiting for the rest of her comments.

“Well, I was due for my period three days ago. I know it’s too early to be sure, but…. You’re not angry, are you?”

I picked her up and kissed her then. “No, I’m not angry. How could I be? We agreed that we didn’t want to wait so the actual decision of when was really up to you. Do you want to get some of those home pregnancy tests or should we wait a bit? What about seeing your doctor? Want me to go with you?”

Now Lucy was laughing like crazy. “I’m glad you’re not too excited.” I stood stock still for a second before joining Lucy in laughing then I hugged her and told her for at least the fourth time today how much I loved her. We showered again, just because we loved the feeling of our skin on skin contact and went to bed, first to make the most incredible love of my life and then to sleep, but not before I told Lucy once again that I loved her more than life itself.

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There was excitement aplenty when Daryl and I walked into headquarters Friday morning. Sgt. Ed Sulkowski and his son-in-law had plenty of time to phone the others on shift so everyone was in line for inspection with expectant expressions on their faces. “I’m sure that Ed has filled most of you in so I’ll be brief. Yesterday, in a joint operation with the State Police and the DEA we stopped a huge drug buy worth somewhere between five and ten million in street value. I won’t go into the details as to how we got onto them, but I will tell you that the ring was led by Carl Haynes with his son Jeremy, Gil Parsons, former chief Joe Wilson, and Lt. Stan Irwin. According to records we confiscated they’ve been at it for the past five years, at least.”

“Shit! No wonder we could never catch anyone selling. They knew we were coming before we did.”

Unfortunately, I had to agree. We continued with inspection which was going much better now that everyone knew what to expect and uniforms were being professionally maintained. Daryl and I left at 9:00 for the drive to Memphis for the obligatory press conference. After all the work we’d done I planned to make sure that we got the credit we were due.

I needn’t have worried. Julia Adams began the sessions by introducing me and then Daryl as the key people in the investigation. She then outlined the steps that led to the arrests, conveniently omitting the two college student informants and their role. Even I was amazed when a captain from the DEA gave an extensive listing of the confiscated drugs, listing their street value at almost ten million dollars. I was asked questions about the role of the small city police force in this affair and the impact of those who had been arrested on the remaining members of the force.

“I’d prefer to talk about the more than hundred and fifty hard-working dedicated officers than the four who betrayed the public trust. Critics always paint with a broad brush so in their eyes all officers will be suspect. In some regards I view this as a positive because I’ve already begun recruiting minorities to the force and this will just make my job easier.” The questions ended and we were able to leave around 12:30. I phoned my friend Paul McCormick and we were able to get together for lunch at a family restaurant near his office. I phoned my office to let them know we’d take the afternoon off. We ran at the high school track for almost an hour then returned to our house to use the pool and hot tub. Lucy joined us with ice cold water and some boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce from the kitchen. I could read Lucy’s mind—she’d much prefer we were here naked and alone. Daryl left around three, promising that we’d get together tomorrow for dinner.

“Well?” I turned to Lucy and smiled when she told me that she had no news. “In this case I guess that no news is good news, eh?” She jumped into my arms, hers around my neck and her legs around my waist as she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with incredible vigor. I spun her around and carried her up to the bedroom. I needed a shower before dinner and Lucy was going to join me—one way or another.

She came willingly—twice—once up the stairs and into our bedroom and once pressed up against the shower wall, her legs up and over my shoulders while I pounded her sweet pussy relentlessly. My dear sweet Lucy could barely stand, let alone walk when I placed her legs on the floor so I walked her out and sat her on the bathroom stool never taking my hand off her while I grabbed a towel to dry her. I dropped the soggy towel onto the floor and carried her again to bed. She snuggled up as close as humanly possible as we fell asleep almost immediately.

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I wanted Lucy to buy a home pregnancy kit, but she balked. “If I do, my parents will know as soon as we’re out the door.”

“Not a problem,” I told her as I hustled her and Max into the SUV. Once on the road I drove south toward Memphis. We didn’t actually go all the way, but stopped at a pharmacy about thirty miles from home. To play it extra safe I went in alone and bought the two that were recommended by the pharmacist who wished me good luck as I left.

I pulled into a rest stop when Lucy told me that she had to pee. “Sounds like a perfect opportunity,” I told Lucy with a big grin on my face. Apparently she agreed because she grabbed the bag from the pharmacy and kissed me before jumping out the door and trotting away to the rest room. I let Max out, taking my garden trowel and plastic bag, just in case.

We were there less than two minutes when I heard a voice behind me. “You need a leash on that dog, Mister.” I turned to see a young black police officer from the township we were in.

“Sorry, officer, but I don’t have one. I do have this to show you though.” I pulled my leather badge/ID case from my rear pocket and held it out for him to examine.

“If that’s a police dog that’s all the more reason why you need a leash,” he said as he returned the case to my hand.

Max had peed against a tree, but that’s all so I called out, “Max, heel.” He was by my side seconds later.