Vixen (2)

Chapter 2: “I have to climb your wall ’cause you’re the one who makes me feel…”

The busy sound of phones ringing and papers shuffling filled the precinct as a lulling background noise that every officer and detective had grown accustomed to. Despite the drug addict that had to be dragged through the office to his awaited cell in handcuffs and eventually shown the effects of a stun gun, today seemed lazily uneventful.

Dane sat at his desk in the center of the sluggish haze, tapping a pen to his lower lip with his feet resting next to his sleek desktop computer as he absentmindedly relived the night before. Once Vixen oh-so-hotly came in his lap from his mere touch, she gasped with wide eyes and ran backstage leaving him to the awed but ever-jealous crowd of lustful men. He left the club immediately but not without once again receiving the most murderous glares from that mob guy, Gedeon? Once he made it outside to the fresh air Cinder City provided –which wasn’t so much fresh just fresher than the smoke of the club- he dazedly walked the streets, hiding his erection until he found his loft and passed out on his couch from exhaustion. And I’m not even drunk, he’d thought to himself. Whoever that woman was –Vixen, her voice purred in his head- she’d really been the most amazing woman he’d ever met or will ever meet. Thoughts of her smooth legs under his strong hands still ran through his mind as his partner, Will, approached his desk and slapped down a massive file onto his desk. “Looks like our guy, Javier, hired a not-so-loyal bodyguard. The guy was found dead in his suite in a pool of his own blood, or at least what was left of it,” said Will, eyeing the half-vacant look in Dane’s eyes. He was like that sometimes, always watching closely trying to pin down answers without asking. Even now he was getting that barely noticeable squint given away by the crow’s feet surrounding his deep gray eyes. Dane mentally shook off the sound of the siren’s cries of pleasure and took the file in his hands, flipping it open to see its contents.

“What makes you think it was a bodyguard?” asked Dane.

“I don’t,” replied Will, still suspicious, “But coroners can’t seem to find any evidence otherwise. There’s no sign of a break-in, not even any shots fired-“

“Then how-“

“They were all cut down with a blade of some kind, most likely a sword,” Will cut him off.