As the sun set, Dylan pulled into hisfavorite spot, in front of an empty cabin a few house's down fromMadelyn's. He turned on his phone, deciding to scroll through someof his favorite moments while the Bluetooth connected. Madelynslowly undressing, Madelyn coming out of the shower. His personalfavorite was of her pleasuring herself, breasts bare and legsspread wide.
After enjoying a few moments of his andMadelyn's personal time, as he considered it, Dylan knew it wastime to focus. He had to do some creative editing to cut Chase outof some of the images from over the weekend. Disgusting bastard.How could she do those things with him? Whore. He’d have to teachher a lesson. Soon.
He pulled up the app on his phone to see whatshe was up to now, connecting to the Bluetooth camera. Nothing…signal lost. She'd found it.
In a rage, Dylan threw his phone against thewindshield and punched the wheel repeatedly. He didn't notice hisknuckles bleeding. She'd installed that alarm system. He knew a fewguys that may be able to get passed it, maybe. Top notch guys. He’dmake a few calls.
But, they wouldn’t move fast enough. Heneeded to move faster. If she’d found the camera, after she’dalready arrested three of his guys…
Controlled breaths in and out, he steadiedhimself. He was flexible. He was smarter. Appreciating that hisphone hadn't broken in his rage, he called the station.
"Seaview Police, how can I direct yourcall?"
"Hi there, this is Detective StantonPhillips, I work for the Georgetown PD. I have a telephone meetingwith Madelyn McAllister tomorrow at 4 o'clock regarding a recentarrest she made. I have some information she will want to hearregarding Mr. Lang. I have to reschedule; I’d like to speak withher or one of her associates now if they have a moment?"
The receptionist replied, "I'm sorryDetective Phillips, but Officer McAllister is unavailable rightnow, I'll pass along your message. What's your telephonenumber?"
He gave her the number to his drop phone,hoping he could get someone on the phone. Maybe if he shared someinformation as another detective, he could find out what all Langhad told them.
Dylan hung up. Dammit. Lang was a fuckingmoron. Couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough to finish the job.Without a doubt, he’d rolled over and showed his belly. Who knewhow much he’d said? Dylan had to assume the worst. Which is whyLang was only given need to know information… ever.
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Both were quiet after the quickie in the kitchen.Satisfied, but quiet. Maddy ran her hand through her hair, adjustedher clothes, and dashed off to the bathroom to freshen up.
Chase let out a sigh. Not sure what that was.Incredible. Every time was somehow more intense, more amazing.Despite how much he wanted her in his life, indefinitely, he was abit terrified. Never had he felt so connected. So… overwhelmed bysomeone else.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear histhoughts. He poured some olive oil in the sauté pan and gotcooking. Distraction. Cooking cleared his head nearly as well asdiving.
Maddy walked back into the kitchen, casual ascan be. Like the moment in the kitchen hadn’t thrown her quite likeit had him. In front of him at the island, he tossed together asalad. “Sit and relax. We’ll worry more tomorrow; are youworking?”
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Maddy sat at the bar and sipped her a glassof crisp white wine. Delicious smells started to fill the kitchen."You are a bossy man, Chase Anderson. Nope, I usually can count onTuesdays off, then I work Wednesday and Thursday."
She tried to relax and enjoy being waited on.Had she been alone tonight, she would have heated a frozen pizzaand called it a night. Chase, on the other hand, changed the tuneof the evening.
"Maddy McAllister, my intention is to spoilyou rotten with good food and drink, enjoy this beautiful eveningwith you on the porch swing, and then…" he paused and leaned in,their faces only a few inches apart, "and then, make you scream myname in pleasure… again and again."
"Ok," she responded, eyes dreamy. He laughed,clearly pleased he'd emptied her brain so completely.
The moment was quickly ruined as Maddy'sphone rang. It was the station. "This is Maddy," she answered,immediately suspicious. Chase stirred dinner, but kept his eye onher, awaiting her response.
"Hey, Maddy. It's Quinn," the receptionisthesitated before going on. "Maddy, I just got a very strange callfor you. Do you know a Detective Stanton Phillips from Georgetown?Said he had a meeting with you tomorrow that he needed toreschedule. Something about information he has about Lang."
"Quinn, I don't have any meetings scheduled;you know my schedule better than I do."
"I know, that's why I'm calling. I think hewas fishing for information. I told him you were unavailable butwouldn't tell him anything more. He gave me a number, to what looksto be a pay-by-the-minute phone, and asked that you or one of yourassociates call him back."
"Thanks Quinn, you did great. Do you thinkyou could recognize his voice if you heard it again?" Maddysuddenly felt like a police officer, and it helped. If she couldkeep this business, she'd feel more empowered.
"Absolutely Maddy. There's one other thing.He asked for Madelyn McAllister. No one calls you Madelyn." Maddyknew one person that called her Madelyn.
"Quinn, is Andrea still at the office?"
"No, she's gone for the day."
"I need you to write down the entireconversation exactly as you remember it. I'm going to call Andreaand let her know. Thanks for calling, I think your suspicions areon target."
