6.
Special Agent
I had taken the
liberty of stripping down to my panty with a towel to wrapped around. Officer
Morales had taken the bathrobe after her shower. She stepped out with her hair
bundled up in the spare towel. She found me staring at the TV set playing some
porn. She laughed and went over to the freezer. We bought some beers and snacks
for our personal ladies night.
"You have not
seen them before or was it catching up on the latest?" Morales caught me
with my embarrassed look.
"No, I was
perusing the channels. There was nothing on the news that we did not
know." We had turned off our phones and paid cash for the room. Morales
plunked herself on the bed which wobble.
"Water bed. I
must had missed that out in the report." Morales laughed while I made my
way to the bathroom for my shower. "It must had been when I finished the
Academy. And....."
I missed out on
her words when the hot rivulets of water struck my weary body. I felt so
refreshed in the shower, with the water cascading down my body. I took the bar
of soap and rubbed it into my body. My hands moved from my breasts to my navel
before trailing up the sides back to my shoulder. Then I clasped both hands
together to my chest and let the water run down from my face. I wanted to wash
off the dirt and the feel of that day.
It was then I felt
her hands that scrubbed my back. I jerked back with my eyes open, but I did not
stopped her. I let my arms fall down to my sides with her moves. Her hands with
the small towels moved over my weary muscles there and then she stepped up to
hold me with her arms around me. Her hands with the small towels moved over the
front of my chest; cupping and kneading them, before her left hand trailed
down. She stopped above my groin, but I had my left hand grabbing her's. I
moved her down to my lower lips and rubbed myself with her hand.
She soon took over
while I arched my back forward to hold the faucets. The water cascading down my
spine was nothing compared to her fingers caressing within me. Part of me
wanted to let go but the other part of me held me back on my belief.
"Morales...."
I tried to stopped her but it was not going to stop. I can't stop it. I have to
know. I have to feel it.
I did.
My limbs went
stiff with the released of the body, while I had the faucet to held me up. My
left had reached down to her's again and held her there. She knew that I had
reached it and stopped on her movement. I clasped my thighs together to hold
her in me.
"Morales,
I..." She did not wait for my statement. She left me there in the shower.
Later I joined her in my pant suit; I needed the assurance on myself. I noticed
she had put on her clothes too.
"I
wanted.." I spoke up again, but she hushed me up.
"I was
mistaken. The frustrations and then the shooting, I just had to do
something....I did not think of you..." Morales looked at me. "You
are a beautiful lady. Not all of us are the same. I apologize if I had intruded
into your privacy."
"No, Morales.
It was not that. I had ...My upbringing. It sheltered me. I should not had led
you." I looked to the beers and snack. "Guess we leave it behind. How
about that beer and more movies?"
"Perhaps the
nature channels would be more appropriate." I looked to the TV set. I was
to moved to it for the ones on wild life when Morales stopped me.
"Let us talk
....like ladies."
Detective
I told the truth
but not the whole truth. There were sections of my life best left alone to my
own. I told her of myself, my alter ego, Hantok Tribe, and the murders of
Golan, Hasin and also of the Ancient one. It took her some time to comprehend
the situation with the aid of the beers, it helped.
"Morales,
there are no Werewolves in ..." She was into self denial but I corrected
her.
"There is,
Clarice. The Lycan have been in the history books for over five centuries. So
are the blood suckers. Are we cursed? Or are we enhanced? I don't know. But I
do know we exist." I stood up and looked at her. I reached for the buttons
on my blouse.
"I would show
you." I had unbuttoned my shirt when she stopped me. She had gotten up and
held my hands. She was looking at my breasts. She was breathing heavily and
then looked away. She walked to the freezer and reached for another beer.
"No, Morales.
I believed you." She started weeping. It was all too much for her. Me with
my advancement on her, now me with my second ego; she was overwhelmed. I
reached for her but she pulled away.
"I need some
time to think. Please let me be." She rushed into the bathroom and latched
the door. I buttoned up my shirt and sat down on the bed. I needed to think on
my next action. I needed to focus on my new role. The tribes are in trouble.
There was a knock
on my door. I walked towards it and peeked out through the peep hole. It was
the owner.
"Ms. Morales,
I just got call from a Mr.Lichfield. He wants you to call him. He said you know
how to reach him." The owner stood there. "He asked me to collect
fifty bucks from you for the message."
I slammed the door
and turned to see Clarice there.
"Who was
it?" She asked.
"The owner.
He wanted fifty bucks extra." I walked to the side table and picked up my
pouch with the gun. It was Clarice who held my arm.
"Tell me,
Morales." I did and we both left back for the City. On the way back, she
called her friend, Henris Letas. She replaced the phone and looked at me
"Lobo? He was
having dinner with Lobo. What a frigging coincidence." Both of us laughed.
We were not laughing when the second call came.
"They found
Tom Burke dead. He was mauled in the alley."
Killer
I could not leave
him in the hut. My host would kill me. I had asked for his hospitality but to
leave a dead body where his wife was buried may be too troublesome. I did
cleared the tools I used, and restored the generator set. I left a note to him
with thanks. I am sure Jimmy Landon would appreciate that from me. I did buried
part of Burke there; his left index claw into the ground that covered Marlene.
I guessed she would appreciate it too. I was not sure if he was the murderer
but anything to appease her was worth the trouble.
I had studied the
Wolf murders from my office in Warsaw. I had more time there, as we not so busy
like the other departments that summer. I matched the death and did some
research. I found the connection in the murders were all linked to Golan or
Gelim as our records stated. Golan may had migrated but he left the Polish
Police a long list of unsolved murders. They had him linked to Hasin too but
since both of them are in overseas, the Police shelved the cases. However, in
the files, there was one unassuming entry on his family. His wife gave birth to
a twin but the child raised was a girl. The other one was a boy and given up to
the care of a local family. They took care of the boy until he was ten and then
he was sent to the father. According to the reports, he never surfaced at all.
However, they did find out that he traveled under the name of Tomas Burke, or Tom
Burke when he landed there.
I checked further
and found out the Burke was the first partner of Golan. He broke up with Burke
after two years of partnership when he found out that Burke was a distant
relative of the Lichfield family. He had used the family influence to build his
business. They went separate ways and six months later, Burke died on a hunting
trip. His body was mauled by presumably by bears or wolves.
I then checked on
the name Lichfield. I was surprised that there was no reference of the name in
our system. I checked with Interpol on a casual inquiry and the reports that
came back was most interesting. They don't exist at all. I looked further and
finally I found a faint link to a family in the old Lithuanian lineage. A
family tree that was erased from the records. I did some research on the family
and found its link to King Wulfhere of Mercia ( circa 658 to 675 AD ). The King
had a Celt warrior in his land; one that was named Drenyt. The warrior was said
to be very formidable and fought many of the King's battles. Upon the death of
his King, Drenyt moved his family to the main continent, and ended up in the
land named Dacia, now known as Transylvania. Drenyt joined the migrating Celts
there and established himself a small kingdom. He was joined by the other Celts
and soon Drenyt name became unknown from the descendants until the 15th
Century, it was seen recorded as the name of a Druid who carried that name. The
new Drenyt was an all powerful one with his incantations to lure the demons from
the dark dimension. It was said he died in a battle with the Lycan. The
scattered family of Drenyt migrated to all parts of the continent but there was
one which too prominence then; the Leatas, who later changed their name to
Lichstein and finally to Lichfield.
It was the name
Leatas that attracted my attention more. It rang along the lines of Letas.
Could be it be a coincidence or I had removed the Lichfield cousins in Poland.
Such a coincidence.
More was it to
come to me when I reached the Hotel. I was given a note. 'Lady Lichfield
request your presence for a dinner. You may bring the food while I bring the
entertainment. The car would picked you up.'
I loved dinner
invitation. I have the meat for the table. I must called the kitchen for the
loan of their equipment.
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