The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: DETECTIVE RAYMOND

Abigail

The hand over my mouth reeked of cigarettes. I bit down hard, drove my elbow back into the man behind me and when his grip loosened, I spun around and sent my knee straight up between his legs.

"Fuck!" He doubled over, one hand shooting to the wall to stop himself from dropping to the ground.

I yanked off my heels quickly, holding the pointed ends aimed directly at his face. "Who the hell are you?"

"Wait," He wheezed, still clutching his balls. "I’m on your side, dammit,"

He straightened slowly, one hand still pressed to his lower abdomen, his face creased with pain. "Put the shoe down."

Like hell I would. I kept it up, tightening my grip around them.

He was older, in his late fifties, maybe with grey hair at the temples. There were deep lines around his eyes, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

His yellow flannel shirt rumpled with each movement he made. His blue eyes moved to the window, back to me, then to the window again.

"How did you find this address?"

"You go first," I snapped. He obviously knew who I was because the first question he asked wasn’t who I was.

He exhaled then dragged a hand over his face. "Put the shoe down, Miss Kellerman ."

My arm dropped an inch, just an inch. "Are you Mr Raymond Cole?"

His jaw tightened. "Detective Raymond Cole and you need to keep your voice down."

He moved to the window, two fingers pulling the curtain back half an inch, scanning the street below. Whatever he saw or didn’t see made his shoulders drop slightly. He let the curtain fall. "Were you followed?"

"I don’t think so?"

"That’s not good enough." He crossed to the other window and checked that one too. "Did you drive straight here?"

"Er...I didn’t drive around in circles like this was a fucking cartoon so I guess that’s a yes?"

He groaned looking like I just told him his cat died, panic flaring in those blue eyes. "You shouldn’t be here. You should never have come here. How did you find this address?"

"Does it matter?"

"It matters!" He turned from the window, "If you found it, other people can find it."

I lowered the heel fully. Something was clicking into place. "You’re the one who sent me the box and the picture. That was you, wasn’t it?"

He didn’t confirm it. He also didn’t deny it, still obsessed with peeking out the window.

"You know what happened to my parents."

"I know what I was investigating before I was transferred." He grunted. "Sit down, Miss. No, not near the window, dammit!."

He pointed to a torn sofa far from the window and I dropped my ass on the edge of it, sliding on my heels. "How do I get the case reopened?"

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