The girls exchange questioning looks.
“You know they’ll never find out where I got their names. They’ll assume Creed has a bone to pick with them.”
“Fine. One of the worst is Slater,” Cassidy says.
“And Wilcox,” Dana adds with an eye roll. “Should’ve known based on his name.”
“How about that Dalton guy?” Summer asks. “Him and Reeves like to use us to torment the rookies.”
“Torment them how?” I question.
“Make them do things to us while they watch and jerk off. They comment about how small their dicks are and laugh at how fast they come. It’s really fucked up.”
“Poor rookies. Made a few of them cry afterwards. They had girlfriends but caved to the pressure of the older cops so they wouldn’t get fired,” Cassidy agrees with a nod.
“You too?”
“Yep. Not that I mind if the rookies are into it. I like being watched, and Dalton or whatever is hot,” Summer admits with a shrug.
“Their names are Dalton and Reeves? You know their first names?”
“Only the lasts, because it’s on their uniform, but it’s Reeves and Daughtry, not Dalton,” Cassidy corrects Summer.
Why is the name Daughtry familiar?
Oh fuck.
I quickly do a search on my phone for Detective Bryan Daughtry and show the girls a picture of him.
“That’s him,” Cassidy says right away. The others nod as well.
“Oh, he’s a dead man.”
“Why?” Dana asks. “The guy is probably just so insecure he prefers to watch others.”
“What do you mean?”
“It takes the pressure off,” she says as she makes the jerkoff gesture with her fist. “There’s no woman to have to satisfy, only himself, while someone else does the heavy lifting. Kind of sad really if he doesn’t have the confidence in himself to fuck a woman.”
“Oh, but he loves to criticize the rookies,” Cassidy remarks.
“That’s probably just his way of being critical of himself. Trust me, I took a psych class in high school,” Dana proclaims.
Before I head out, I take Kirsten’s luggage upstairs and talk to the woman about Daughtry. But all my plans go out the window when I find her nearly in tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, shutting and locking the door behind me.
“Seriously? You left me tied up in your bed!”
“Sweetheart, it’s barely been ten minutes since I left to take a quick shower,” I tell her as I climb over her. She looks away, and I grab her chin to make her look at me. “You’re upset? I thought you liked being restrained.”
“I do, I just…wasn’t sure how long…and I need to go to work, you controlling asshole.”
“You like this controlling asshole,” I remind her. “And I’m not being controlling by making you stay home today. I’m keeping you safe from Bowen or whoever wants you dead. So, if I untie you, will you call in sick? Just for a few days?”
“One day. Today,” she counters. “I can’t miss work.
“Fine,” I agree.
