O' Halloran - Murder with a Capital Punishment - Part 2

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Tuesday, 24 November 2009


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"This is where the victims where last seen", says the robo female cop.
She stands on an X marked clearly in yellow paint on the sidewalk nest to an opened manhole cover.

"That's one nice looking hole", O' Halloran says.

"Stop looking up my skirt, ' Halloran, and pay attention", she snaps back.

She was still the same old robotic female cop. Maybe a little rustier but that was to be expected from a woman made of metal. She still wore the same perfume: Au De Skunk - the same scent Liz Taylor wore in Cleopatra. She had great tits back then….
When she wore her hair down like that it made her seem youthful and fresh. Her ass was still as curvaceous and tight as he remembered.
And no panties. That's what he loved most about her. A female cop without panties. You needed balls to pull that off - or a pussy. Probably a pussy would be more appropriate but nobody uses 'pussy' in a sentence to describe a strong, independent woman. Pity.

"Tell me about the victims. What were their sex life's like?"

"Average sex life. Why'd you ask?"

"No reason. Just a nosy bastard, that's all".

O' Halloran walks around taking note of the location. The street is wide and empty. A few cars [pass through every so often but most of them are heading towards the business district of Psychotown and none ever stop around here.

"Anybody see anything?"

"There's a little old lady in one of the apartments across there who says she saw each victim standing on this spot".

"What times where those at?", asks O' Halloran really relishing being back doing some detective work.

Robo female cop checks her notepad "around 2am on the night of each disappearance. The old lady has a ritual where she looks out the window using night vision goggles every night and makes a note of what she sees. It's a neighbourhood watch thing, apparently".

"So all these people go missing at around the same time on consecutive nights?"

"That's right. That's seven vic's so far".

"Seven vic's. One for every day of the week. One for every deadly sin. Or one for every dwarf in Snow White…", O' Halloran ponders this as he plays pocket pool with his bulging balls.
He hasn't had time to wank today. Maybe it was not constantly hearing any Frankie Goes to Hollywood songs. Maybe it was the cold weather. Maybe he was just a little nervous.
Seven years is a long time to be out of the police business but the skills were all there just waiting to be rediscovered and polished like a big pair of brass balls.

"So? What do you think, O' Halloran?"

"I think I need a wank".

Robo female just watches on as O' Halloran walks away into some bushes by the side of the road and gets busy.

Maybe bringing him back wasn't such a good idea.

Continue to part 3

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