Moth(24)

I’m coming before I know it. Hot lava erupts from the tip of my cock. It jerks several times before I succumb. As my body goes limp I close the laptop. I’m ashamed at what I’ve done. Yet I want more.

I imagine the guys going over the videos in the morning and jealousy sweeps over me. I don’t want them doing the same thing I’ve done when given the opportunity. I have to make sure it never happens. Using my knowledge of the computer system we use for surveillance, I erase the data from the time she surfaces from the bathroom. They’ll probably question it. If the guys are anything it’s thorough. I’ll make up something if they ask. As long as they never see what I got rid of, I’m in the clear. They know me too well. They’re both fully aware this chick is everything I’m attracted to. I’d be a fool to assume they wouldn’t expect her to be my downfall. All I know for sure is that this could escalate to a situation that may cost me my badge. I have to tread lightly. After what I’ve just witnessed I know I’ll struggle to resist if given the opportunity, but at the same time I almost want to challenge myself. I need to know I can withstand even the most difficult scenarios. I have to be able to separate my personal needs from my responsibilities.

I fall asleep quickly after exhausting my energy. When I wake the next morning I’m only reminded of my late night actions. I smile as I sit up in bed and stretch. The laptop is still beside me. I can’t help opening it to see if Windy is awake. I notice she’s on a phone call, pacing around the living room in a frantic manner. Her hands are waving around, so I turn up the volume to catch what’s being said.

“I told you I’ll take care of it. It can’t happen overnight.” She sits down on the couch. I can tell she’s flustered. I grab my phone off the side table and check to see if she’s using the phone I’ve cloned.

No such luck.

“Please. I need more time.” Now she’s crying. I’m unable to rationalize how vulnerable this makes me feel. I don’t understand why I can’t see her as a vicious criminal. As I sit watching her talk to who I assume is an accomplice, or whoever she’s taking orders from, I wonder how I can comfort her. This is out of character for me. I’m too emotionally involved with this case, having been assigned because it’s dealing with my family. I know I should ask to be taken off, but I refuse to hand over the reigns. This is my opportunity to make things right.

“Okay. I’ll do it. Just give me more time. I’m close. It’s difficult for me. I’ll prove I have the situation under control. I’ll have the package with me at the party. You can see for yourself. Please. Just a little more time.” She’s pleading with whoever has her on the phone. I need to figure out who it is, and apparently my time is limited.

I don’t leave for the surveillance platform right away. Much to my surprise I’m stopped by one of the roommates, Matt Howard. He’s your typical computer geeky stereotype. His hair is greasy, his glasses fall down the bridge of his nose, and it’s obvious he lives off Ramen noodles and soda pop. He’s lanky and awkwardly uncomfortable as he approaches me. “Monty, do you mind if we talk out front for a second?”

Remaining in character is impertinent for each case I work. I put on a fake, unworried smile and follow behind. “Yeah, sure.” I’m dressed the part of a student, my book bag on my back, my computer and cellular devices packed up in case anyone wants to go through my room.

We reach the porch and I stand while he sits on an old, half-broken chair. His arms are crossed and I can sense he’s threatened by my size. “What’s up? Did I break a house rule or something? Is it my turn to buy toilet paper?”

“No.” He’s very short as he answers. “I know who you are and why you’re here. Jamie and I were close, closer than anyone might have assumed.”

This is not only a shock to me, but also a huge clue in the case if it’s true. I respond in a relaxed tone. If this guy knows who I am it could ruin everything, so I have to be sure to read him properly. “If you know who I am then you understand how important it is this information doesn’t leave this porch.”

He nods. “Your brother didn’t deserve what happened to him. He wasn’t a drug addict, and he didn’t have a reason to kill himself.”

“What about being gay? Did he come out?”

He shrugs and looks away. “He wasn’t ready. He said he’d never be accepted. He said your father would disown him.”

Being gay is a touchy subject around my dad. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he would react to this news, but I’m nothing like him. To each his own. I’m here to solve a crime, not judge my brother for his preference in men.

“I’m doing everything I can to find out what’s going on here. I’d appreciate it if you keep my identity to yourself. Let me do my job.”

“I recognized you from pictures he showed me. He told me you were in the DEA. What the hell is going on? Jamie wasn’t involved in drugs. He never left the house unless he was tutoring people. He didn’t deserve this. He was a good man.” His lips are trembling as he speaks. I don’t know what to say to make the pain go away. Seeing him struggle only shows me how much my brother deserves justice. His life was cut short and there isn’t a logical reason why.

“I’ll find who did this and make them pay.”