Chapter 22

When Roy stepped back outside, he thought he felt something strange in the wind.

He padlocked the makeshift door behind him and slipped the key into the back pocket of his jeans for safe keeping.

Darkness had really set in while he was in the house. Roy kept his flashlight beam steady on the ground as he dropped down off the wooden porch and made his way along the crooked garden path. He paused suddenly in his tracks.

The garden gate, his trusty alarm system, hung wide open. It swayed in the wind, but he hadn't heard it creak when it had been opened. He cursed himself for not having been more aware. He couldn't say for sure if the gate had simply blown open or if someone had pushed it open upon entering the property. And he was sure he didn’t want to find out.

Roy turned to look at the house behind him. He didn't see anyone. And he didn’t want to stay longer than he had to. He had what he needed for the investigation. He needed to get the hell out of there.

He cut through the garden and walked swiftly to his truck. He still had the badge wrapped up in one hand, so he slipped the flashlight between his teeth while he hunted for his truck keys. He almost had his set of keys out of his pocket when he saw something shining on the ground beside his truck.

He gave up his search for a moment to duck down to his knees. He took the flashlight out of his mouth and reached the shiny object.

It didn't take him long to find the shards of glass. He stood back up quickly, looking his truck over for damage. Sure enough, the back window on the right-hand side had been popped out. Someone had used the time he had spent inside the house to go through his vehicle.

“Damn it,” he hissed.

There was nothing worth stealing inside the truck, apart from a few tools and some spare coins for coffee. He doubted that whoever had broken in had taken anything of real worth.

An old army buddy had instilled in him the need to always check his vehicle if it looked to have been tampered with, so Roy dropped back to his knees and checked the undercarriage with his flashlight. Next, he lifted the hood and checked the engine to see if that had been messed tampered with. Nothing seemed out of place, as far as he could tell. It would be safe to drive back to the cabin at the very least.

Roy looked back up at the house one more time. In the stillness of the night, it was oddly haunting. He climbed into his truck and slamming the door closed behind him, he stretched over to put the package containing the badge inside his glove compartment where it would be safe until he could show it to Jenny.

Roy was already cooking up a plan. And Jenny was going to be an important part of that plan.

As he turned over the ignition, he saw a retreating figure who, caught in the headlights, quickened their pace to escape from view.

Roy reached into the back of the truck and found his black windbreaker. He pulled it on, zipping it right to the top. Next, he unlocked the glove compartment and reached for the police badge. He unzipped one of the front pockets on his jacket and secured the package inside where it wouldn't fall out or be lost in the chase.

The figure had a decent head start on him. Roy raced across the dirt and into the cover of the dense woods circling the Dale property. He was quite familiar with the land around the house and made assumption on the intruder’s route based on that knowledge. He pushed on, branches whipping at his face and body.

Somewhere up ahead, a night creature screeched. Roy took it as a sign that the animal had been startled and turned toward the noise. It didn't take him long to hear the crash of footsteps through the underbrush on the hillside a few yards ahead of him.

Roy knew he must be gaining on the other man. The thudding of footsteps and snapping branches was getting louder as he hurried to his left. He could make out the faint sounds of the water running through the creek on his right. He was further along the Dale property than he thought.

A twisted root took him suddenly by surprise and he lost his footing. The slope, still slippery from last night's rain caused his feet to move out from under him. He reached out frantically for something to hold onto, but each branch he found was too fragile to hold his weight. He had no other choice but to hit the ground hard. He cried out in pain, his back aching as he lay on the cold, wet ground. His right ankle throbbed where he’d caught the root.

He fumbled with the pocket of his coat and found the badge still tucked safely away.

He could still hear movement ahead of him, but it was becoming more distant. The stranger was getting away.

Roy struggled to sit up. He cursed under his breath as his back roared with pain. He rubbed at his ankle with both hands. It had already started to swell, but he didn’t think it was broken. He pulled himself to his feet in the darkness and prepared himself for the long, painful walk back to his truck.

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Jenny anxiously checked the clock one more time.

It was very late. She thought Roy would have returned a long time ago. She didn’t expect him to find anything useful, but didn’t tell him so. He was a lot more positive than she was about their chances of solving this mystery.

Jenny had tucked Isabelle into bed an hour ago. The dog had been adamant about sleeping at the foot of the bed, his weight pinning Isabelle's feet to the mattress. Jenny didn’t have the heart to discourage it.

“Come on, Roy,” she muttered under her breath as she pulled aside the kitchen curtain and stared out at the still lake. “Where the heck have you got to?”

The cabin at night was eery without his presence. She wished they’d had the good sense to leave Isabelle with Norma for the night. If anything went wrong she could help without having to worry about her niece.

And if Isabelle was with Norma and Roy returned empty-handed and without incident, she could think of a few things they could do alone in the cabin.

She imagined him taking her again as he had done last time, only more playful this time. She’d let him toy with her, play with her. She’d get on her hands and knees in front of him and crawl across the bed away from him, teasing him.

“Come get me,” she’d say, wiggling her ass from left to right and tempting him to slide his massive shaft into her.

She loved the sensation of him cumming inside her. She hadn’t been able to get that memory out of her mind since it had happened. It was a crazy thing to do, she knew that, but she didn’t care.

If something happened, if he made her pregnant, it would only mean that it was meant to be. It was God’s will. That’s what she told herself as she imagined him cumming inside her again.

She loved the wetness of it. The messiness. The raw animalness of it. His cum pouring into her pussy, filling her womb, getting deep into her body to places where it’s traces could never fully be erased again.

She imagined gripping his cock tight in her hand and licking it like a lollipop. She’d like to lay him on his back and lick his cock, but not suck it. Just lick it, taking her time, toying with it, forcing it to get slowly to the point of no return, and then, when the time came, let him cum on her face. The naughtiness of it aroused her.

She also imagined sitting on his face. She wasn’t sure if she’d be confident enough to do it in real life, but in her mind, the thought of sitting on his face and squirming her soaking wet pussy all over his mouth drove her wild. She’d gush on his face, dripping all over him, and he’d drink her juices and beg her for more.

Then she’d lean forward, over his cock, and sixty-nine him until she had a mouthful of his delicious cum. She’d swallow every drop.

She also imagined lying him on his back, his cock sticking up out of him like a pole, and then she’d squat over him, and sit right down on it. Only, instead of allowing him to slide into her wet, trembling pussy, she’d position herself so that it was her asshole that landed on the tip of his cock. She’d be all lubed up and he’d slide right into her, impaling her with such a feeling of pleasure that she’d reach orgasm just from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her asshole. Using her thigh muscles, she’d rise up and down on his pole of a cock, causing him to fuck her ass at exactly the pace and speed of her choosing. And as she bobbed up and down, he’d look at her and watch her reach the point of climax, her pussy squirting and orgasming right in front of him and spilling on his belly.

She got hot and bothered just fantasizing about all the naughty, dirty things she wanted to do with him. For too long, she’d thought of herself as a good girl. The truth was, she was bad, and she had very naughty fantasies that she craved making a reality.

A sudden movement outside the window caught her eye. She pressed her palms down flat on the wooden countertop as she leaned forward to see better. She searched the area for any sign of what it had been. Just then she saw a ghostly figure moving along the tree line. She watched as the figure moved within the cover of the trees. Whoever it was did not want to be seen.

Suddenly, the trespasser paused and looked toward the house. They knew she could see them. She sank back, hiding from view. What was she going to do. What if this person was a threat to her and Isabelle.

When she dared to lean forward again, she found the figure was still watching the house. The figure stared straight at the cabin. She couldn't be sure it was a man, but she had a sense that it was. And it felt as if he knew her. Her body begin to shiver despite the warmth of the fire in the living room. She wished Roy would come home.

Even after the figure disappeared from sight, she could sense that she was being watched.

Jenny closed all the curtains in the cabin and locked the doors and windows. She stopped in to check on Isabelle and the dog, finding them both soundly asleep. Not much of a watch dog, she thought to herself.

She sat at attention in the front room wishing like hell that Roy would come through the door before someone else did.