DISCLAIMER:
This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of writing.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES
CHAPTER 11
The pressure and excitement of the day had meant that Martin had almost forgotten that it would be Tom's birthday at the beginning of the coming week. Just before they had left Scotland Yard to go home, Mark, who had a good memory for such things had reminded his friend, the Superintendent, about it when he had casually asked what surprises Martin was planning for his partner's birthday. Normally Martin made a big fuss of Tom's birthday but this year the celebration would have to be delayed. This was because the endgame of the investigation would almost certainly be played out at the coming weekend. Martin was sure that his lover would understand the situation once he had explained it all to him when he got to the apartment. Sitting on the train going home, Martin had picked up a copy of the evening newspaper that had been carelessly abandoned by an earlier commuter. As he read yet another story and editorial criticising his alleged mishandling of the case, Martin smiled to himself at the thought that he would have the last laugh, and very soon too.
Meanwhile, at home in their apartment, Tom was waiting for his partner and, as soon as he heard the key in the door, he hurried to greet Martin. The broad smile on Tom's face was met with an equally broad grin from his older lover. Tom led Martin into the main room where he had laid up the candle-lit dining table and had placed a large bottle of champagne in an ice bucket beside it.
"I thought we could have a bit of a celebration tonight, Marty. I've cooked one of your favourite dinners for us both and while we eat our food and drink the champagne, you can tell me all about what's happened. I gather from your expression that this famous photograph had enabled you to crack open the case and that you now know the identity of the murderer."
Martin grinned back,
"Thanks for all this, Tom, you really are a lovely man. Yes, I do indeed know who is responsible for the murders but, as yet, without a confession, I can't prove it."
As they ate and drank, Martin explained to Tom what the team had discovered and how they had a reasonable but not compelling case against the murderer. They still hadn't got a proper motive but he, Mark and Bob were going to work on it the following day. Then Martin explained to Tom his plan to arrest the suspect. Martin told Tom that he wanted the suspects to be invited to be guests at Freddy's country mansion if this could be arranged in the next couple of days. Tom found the plan rather interesting and indicated that he'd rather like to be present when the killer was finally unmasked and arrested. The younger man was slightly surprised when his partner readily agreed to this suggestion. Half apologetically, Martin added,
"I must confess I completely forgot that it's your birthday next week and usually we have a rather more romantic weekend break to celebrate. However this investigation had taken over everything and I need to get it finished as soon as possible. Once it is, and I hope that won't be long now, I promise I'll take you away to somewhere for a long weekend somewhere really special, you'll get to choose the location. In the meantime, a visit to Freddy's will hardly be much compensation but I can hardly refuse your request, can I?"
Tom looked back lovingly at his partner,
"I understand completely, Marty. I know how stressful this case has been for you and how tough it has been. I'm not that worried about my birthday. It's on a weekday anyway so a weekend after it would be just as good as one before, as far as I'm concerned. This weekend at Freddy's place will be quite a treat so I'll get two presents this year!! "
Martin leaned across and kissed his partner full on the lips and, as he drew back, said,
"I do love you, Tom! I can't say how much our life together means to me!"
Tom grinned back and touched his partner lovingly, inviting Martin by his actions to finish the meal as quickly as possible and accompany him to the bedroom. Once they got there, Tom seductively began to undress Martin who loved the role-play that they sometimes indulged in during their lovemaking. This form of foreplay normally heralded a reversal of roles for the two lovers. Martin was almost invariably a `top' and Tom willingly submitted himself to the role of receiving his lover's cock in either his arse or his mouth. However, every now and again the couple liked to change places and Martin knew that tonight would be one of those times.
Tom expertly removed Martin's shirt and using one hand to tease his partner's erect nipples, was soon using the other to fondle the older man's half-aroused dick through the material of his trousers and underwear. Slowly Tom unzipped his lover's trousers and inserted one hand so that he had better access to the now erect penis inside. With the other hand, Tom gently tugged the trousers past Martin's knees and on down towards his ankles. Martin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He was now standing in just his socks and underwear. Still gripping the hard shaft of his partner's cock with one hand, Tom next removed each of Martin's socks and finally pulled the underwear off so that his lover was now completely naked, his rack hard prick standing straight and proud in front of him.
Throughout all this, Tom had remained fully dressed but his excitement was obvious from the tenting of his own trousers and now it was Martin's turn to remove his partner's clothing. Momentarily Tom sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks and, as he did so, took the opportunity to lick the length of Martin's prick. When Tom was ready he stood up again and Martin quickly removed his partner's clothing so that it was only a short while before both men were naked. Once this had happened, Tom knelt in front of Martin and resumed his oral ministration to the older man's cock. Tom pushed Martin back onto the bed and ran his rough tongue around the exposed glans of his lover's dick, before licking down the underside of the rock hard shaft towards his balls. Martin opened his legs as wide as possible in order to give his younger lover better access to the object of his attention. Tom worked his lips up and down the shaft several times as Martin moaned his appreciation. Finally, the younger man took each of Martin's balls into his mouth and bathed them with his tongue. Martin's prick was twitching with excitement at the attention it was receiving. The older man's dick throbbed even more as Tom ran his tongue underneath Martin's balls before it slowly made its way towards his lover's tight puckered hole. Martin loved to be rimmed by Tom because the younger man had such a sensuous tongue and he used it with great effect to lick, wet and probe the entrance to the older man's love channel. Tom's long tongue began to tease open the entrance to Martin's hole and, moments later, Martin felt the first of Tom's well-lubricated fingers begin to probe inside. As Tom began to work first one, then more fingers into his partner's hole, the younger man returned his attention to sucking Martin's cock. Martin was writhing with pleasure as Tom's fingers drove in and out of his hole and his suctioning mouth ran up and down the older man's shaft. Martin began to shout encouragement to his partner,
"Oh yes, Tom!! Finger fuck my tight arse!! Suck my balls and dick!! Eat my prick!! Suck it down your throat!! Work your head up and down it and make me cum!! Suck me, baby! Suck my prick hard!! I love you, Tom!! I .. love .. you .. Tom!! Don't stop .. now .. I'm .. almost .. there!!"
As Martin's orgasm built up strongly, Tom's began to work his fingers faster in and out of the older man's hole, teasing his lover's prostate with each stroke. It was not long before Tom felt Martin's balls begin to tighten and the shaft throb uncontrollably. Within seconds, Martin's piss slit had widened and he began to fire hot jizz onto Tom's tongue and down his throat. Tom swallowed the spunk as it emptied from Martin's dick. However, he saved some in his mouth and once it was clear that Martin's balls had stopped erupting, Tom moved to a position from which he could transfer some of the ball juice from his mouth to that of his lover. Martin took the offered cum and swallowed it down. As they were lying close together, Martin reached down and played with Tom's erect penis. As he did so, Martin deftly ensured that his lover's foreskin had completely rolled back off the head of the cock. Then Martin lay back on the bed his legs wide apart so that his lover could fuck him. Tom took hold of Martin's open legs and placed them firmly on his shoulders. As the older man watched closely, the very red, sensitive, exposed head of Tom's cock was lined up in such a way that it would shortly disappear inside his waiting and well-prepared hole.
Martin waited patiently as Tom's fiery red glans slowly entered his waiting hole and the older man felt the head of his lover's cock brush against his prostate as the rest of the shaft impaled him. The full length of Tom's thick cock was soon embedded deeply inside Martin and then the younger man slowly withdrew it until only the head remained inside the tight love tunnel. Tom smiled down at his lover as his cock gradually re-entered Martin, pressing forward until his balls slapped against the cheeks of the older man's arse. Very gradually Tom increased the speed of his fucking motion and, each time Tom's cock pushed forward, Martin pushed back to meet the inward thrusts. Tom was moaning with pleasure as he ploughed in and out of Martin's tight hole. The older man shouted encouragement to his younger lover,
"That's it, Tom!! Fuck my tight arse!! I can feel your thick cock hitting my prostate every time you drive it into me!! Oh, yes!! Give me all your cum!! Fill my hole with your love juice!! Wank my throbbing cock!! Please, Tom, make me cum a second time!! With you, Tom!! I love you, Tom!! Cum inside me!! Show how much you love me!!"
Tom's hand gripped Martin's shaft firmly and he began to wank the older man's cock in time with his own fucking motion. Tom's breath was becoming more ragged as he struggled to control his rising excitement. Tom's balls were churning and he could feel the first signs of impending orgasm as his shaft began to tingle and the head of his cock grew larger. Martin could tell that his lover was about to pass the point of no return and used his powerful arse muscles to grip and squeeze Tom's throbbing cock. Gasping for breath, Tom responded to his lover's encouraging moans,
"Feel my cock lodged deep inside you!! The head is swelling and my .. piss .. slit .. is getting .. bigger!! I'm .. almost .. ready .. to give you .. my spunk!! .. Here .. I .. cum, .. Marty!! I .. love ,, you!! Feel .. my .. cock .. shoot .. my .. jizz .. inside you .. now!! I .. love .. you, Marty!!"
Martin felt the powerful throbbing of Tom's cock inside him as the younger man shot his load. Tom balls delivered a large amount of spunk that splattered the deep recesses of Martin's hole as the older man continued to grip the shaft of the spouting cock. Tom's hand was still wanking Martin's cock and he was rewarded by the sight of his older lover shooting a second, albeit small, load of cum that sprayed out of the flared piss slit before landing on Martin's chest. Tom waited a few moments until they had both recovered their breath and then spooned up his lover's creamy jizz with his fingers and sucked some of it into his own mouth and then offered the rest to Martin who greedily licked his younger lover's fingers clean. Tom's cock began to deflate and, as it did so, gradually slipped out of the tight grip that Martin had tried to maintain on it. Eventually only the head of the younger man's cock was lodged inside his lover but it was beginning to get very sensitive and Tom indicated that he needed to pull out completely. Martin, always sensitive to his partner's needs, released his grip and Tom's super sensitive glans emerged from his love channel with a slight plop. Martin smiled lovingly at Tom and said,
"Thank you, Tom!! I love you very much!!"
"And I love you very much as well, Marty!! Thank you, too!!"
As they lay exhausted side by side on the bed, Tom and Martin slowly allowed unconsciousness to overwhelm. For the first time in several days Martin slept well while Tom, as usual, slept deeply until the morning. Both men knew that the coming days would be very busy especially if Freddy came up trumps and was able to arrange the party at which the murderer would be arrested and his crimes exposed to the other suspects in the case. Martin woke early as usual and made coffee for himself and Tom and brought it back to the bedroom where Tom sat up sleepily and kissed his partner good morning,
"Good morning, my love! Thank you for last night. It was a most enjoyable early birthday present for me."
"No, Tom, it's me who should thank you. Without your love and help, I don't think I could have survived these last few weeks and remained as in control of myself as I have. You have been a rock solid support for me, I will never be able to repay you properly!"
"Don't be silly, Marty, I don't do it for reward. I do it because I love and care about you. Just as you do me. I often need your support and I always get it as well." Tom responded and then leaned forward and kissed his partner full on the lips before adding, "And what's more, we both had the best night's sleep in ages. I tell you what I could really do with right now is a great big full English breakfast. Have you got time for one as well? I'll cook it if you have."
Martin would have loved to say that he would join Tom but he did not have the time. There was a lot of work still to done and he needed to get started. The detailed arrangements for the arrest had to be finalised and agreed by his superiors and work on the motive for the killings still remained to be completed. Martin already knew that it would be possible to determine a motive for several of the deaths but the reason behind several of the other killings was still unclear. Martin had just started to explain all this to Tom this when the telephone rang. Martin picked up the receiver and heard the unmistakable voice of Freddy Eversley.
"Good morning, Martin, It's Freddy here. I wanted to catch you before you left for Scotland Yard. Tommy says you always leave bloody early, so hence my early call. I trust you slept better than I did! I've been tossing and turning all night trying to think how to arrange this party you want me to hold. I've got an idea but I'll need your help too. You see, my dear, until what I need is sorted out, I can't make any progress."
Freddy then told Martin the details of his plan to lure the four suspects to his country mansion and the role he wanted Tom to play in the charade. At the conclusion of his account, Freddy told Martin that his problem was that he needed an authentic sounding American to play the part of a businessman looking to start up a small enterprise in the Britain. Finally Freddy had got to the point,
"You see, my dear Martin, all the actors I know are either very well-known or at least are known to one of your suspects, Graeme Adams because of his connections to show business. I don't suppose you know someone who might fit the bill?"
Martin thought for a moment and then replied,
"Well, Freddy, as it happens, there is someone who might be willing to help. I'll try to track him down and call you back in the next thirty minutes. He wouldn't be known to any of the suspects so he'd be perfect. If he's agreeable, I suggest me meet somewhere quiet and make our final plans. Then you can get the trap baited and hook our suspects."
Freddy thanked Martin told him that as he was staying `at his Club' at the moment then he could be contacted there and the Superintendent put the phone down. Three telephone calls later, all was arranged. First Martin tracked down an old friend from his College days, called Brad Pinkney, an American who had come over to England for a year to do some research and had stayed on ever since. Brad was happy to help his old friend and was, fortuitously, in London and not at his post in one of the new Universities down on the south coast. Next, Martin called Scotland Yard and left a message to say that he would be in later and issued instructions for Bob and Mark to set the investigating team to work at the office. After that Martin would tell them where he was and would tell them when he wished them to join him. Finally, Martin called back Freddy and told him to meet himself and Brad Pinkney at a hotel coffee shop near Piccadilly Circus at nine thirty.
The delay in his leaving their apartment meant that Martin could not only enjoy the delicious smells coming from the kitchen where Tom was cooking breakfast but also actually join his partner for a short while. Together the pair ate a hearty portion of bacon, eggs, sausages and tomatoes. This was a rare weekday treat as far as Martin was concerned, so all the more welcome for that. Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end and Martin knew he would have to leave to get to the hotel if he was to catch up with Brad before Freddy arrived. All too soon, therefore, Martin was kissing Tom goodbye and on his way to the Underground Station and heading for Piccadilly.
At the hotel Martin greeted Brad like the old friend he was. Many years ago he and Brad had enjoyed a short but mutually rewarding relationship. Martin had been pursuing a part-time course on Criminology as part of his Police training when Brad had been studying medieval British History. A chance meeting in a library reading room had led to coffee, dinner and sex. The relationship had run its course and ended amicably and the two had remained in touch, seeing each other at infrequent but regular intervals. Brad had become quite distinguished in his field and was now a research professor in a British University, living in Surrey and commuting to the coast as an when necessary. Brad's greatest value to the proposed plan was that he was a genuine American. In addition the academic was overtly gay, and, as he was not active on the gay scene, it was unlikely that he would have met any of the suspects. To cap it all, Brad had, following his father's death, recently become the owner of his family's Californian winery. When Freddy arrived at the hotel and joined Brad and Martin a few minutes later, he was charmed by the American's easy Californian way of speaking and by the advantageous nature of his wine business. Freddy was also deeply attracted to the fair-haired, blue-eyed, slightly overweight American and hoped that this meeting might lead on to something more both in his life and that of Brad. For his part, Brad was equally taken by the rather overweight Freddy, who was clearly aristocratic or from the landed gentry. As they shook hands, Brad gave Freddy one of his most enchanting smiles and Freddy almost melted. Martin was amused to note that there was a slight stirring in Freddy's groin and was even more surprised and delighted by the sight of similar signs of arousal in his friend Brad.
After several minutes discussing the detailed arrangements, Martin left Brad and Freddy chatting amiably together and went to call Scotland Yard and, a short while later, Mark and Bob joined him and the other two and were given the details of the proposal for facilitating the arrest of the killer. It was quickly agreed that Freddy should pass Brad off as a wine producer looking to expand into the British market. He would invite Martin's partner Tom to attend as he was a lawyer and, in any case, as Martin would also be present, but initially unseen, they could both drive down together. Martin readily agreed to this and saw considerable advantages in having Tom, another man he could rely on if things went wrong, present and aware of what was going on. Given all the facts, the group was certain that the four suspects would want to come to the meeting at Freddy's house on the grounds that they could be in at the start of an exciting new business project. Joe Smith would be offered the opportunity to arrange the transportation and delivery of the imported wine; Peter Collins and Ed Wilson would be offered the role of marketing the product and Graeme Adams would be invited to join Freddy and Brad in financing the whole project. Joe, Peter and Ed would be assured that they would receive their payments in cash, which would mean that it would be tax free, while Freddy, Brad and Graeme would share the profits. There was, therefore, something in it for everyone. Brad told the other four people that he was free all weekend and so it was agreed that he and Freddy would settle on the day once Freddy had contacted the suspects and found out about their availability.
Once it was clear that they had made as much progress on the arrangements as they could, Martin, Mark and Bob left the meeting to return to Scotland Yard leaving Freddy and Brad at the hotel. It was now time for Freddy to set about finalising the precise day and time. Brad had volunteered to return to his home in Surrey and organise a couple of cases of wine to bring to Freddy's mansion. The wine was not only for the participants to drink but also proof of Brad's business. After everyone had left the hotel, Freddy returned to his club but not until after he had invited Brad to join him for lunch as soon as he had collected his wine. After that the two of them could spend the rest of the day together. Freddy would then dine Brad and drive down to his country house, where they could spend the evening and night, Freddy hoped, together. As for setting up the meeting with the suspects, Freddy decided that the easiest way would be to contact the suspects in alphabetical order and so, back at his club, he set in motion the process that would lead to the arrest of the killer.
Graeme Adams, who had been rather depressed for the past few days, was at home alone. Since the Superintendent's warning in the gay press about discos and the obvious connection to himself, requests for the DJ's services had all but dried up. Several regular bookings had been cancelled or postponed and even Graeme's agent, usually very upbeat, had been rather less than enthusiastic in the last weeks. It wasn't that Graeme needed the money from his disco business but the DJ loved the atmosphere and the chance to network and meet interesting and influential people, as well as the other men that he met and had sex with sometimes during but more often after his performances. Graeme was still in bed when the phone rang. He leaned across to the bedside table and picked up the receiver and heard a muffled voice say,
"I know what you've been up to, Graeme. Meet me at the old disused warehouse by the Regent's Canal at eight tonight, or I'll go to the Police! I mean it, Graeme. You have been warned!!"
"Who is this?" Graeme demanded down the receiver, but it was too late because by now the line was dead.
Graeme was rather shaken by this message. The young DJ thought that he recognised the voice but he could not make a positive identification, the caller had been too indistinct for that. Graeme knew the location where he was being invited to meet the mystery caller because it was a well-known gay cruising area. Indeed it was one that he himself had sometimes used in the past. Nevertheless, Graeme was worried by the message. The DJ could not think what this anonymous caller could possibly know for certain about him that could be damaging if the police were told. Graeme was certain that any crimes he had committed had been well disguised and that he had been careful not to leave any traces. As the DJ debated whether to or not to go to meet the blackmailer that evening a thought struck him that the caller had not been very sophisticated as the little speech had sounded more like a line from a cheap crime novel rather than a real threat. Graeme was about to develop this thought further when the phone rang again and he snatched the receiver up quickly. Graeme was about to say something obscene when he realised that this was not a second call from the potential blackmailer. Instead, down the line came an instantly recognisable voice,
"Hello, my dear Graeme. This is Freddy, Freddy Eversley. You've attended several of my .. my .. house parties over the last few months or so, as I recall. Hope you had a good time! I think you did from what I remember of it, ha! ha! Anyway, to business, I'm trying to set up a meeting about a new business venture. It's a bit short notice I'm afraid but could you make some time this weekend, probably tomorrow evening, and overnight of course? A friend from the United States wants to start a wine importing and exporting business and has asked me to see if I could get backers and interested people to come in on the ground floor so to speak. He's only here for a few more days so it'd have to be at my country place one day this weekend. Would you be .. um up .. for it?"
Graeme had never previously been called directly by Freddy and was flatted. Up to this point, the only times he had been invited to the country house parties were as a booking to provide the musical entertainment. However, as Freddy had implied he had soon found other ways to enjoy himself in addition to that. Freddy Eversley was a very influential man, who had fingers in lots of pies and was the sort of person that could do Graeme no end of good if the business relationship was a success. Graeme jumped at the chance Freddy was offering him. After a short pause the DJ said that, having looked at his diary, there was nothing he couldn't rearrange so that he would be more than happy to come along any time over the weekend. Freddy thanked the young DJ enthusiastically and told him that he would ring him back with the final arrangements as soon as they were settled. This invitation put Graeme in a much better frame of mind and, after he had showered and dressed, he had almost completely forgotten the rather less pleasant phone call that he had received just before he spoke to Freddy.
Peter Collins was the next to receive a call from Freddy. The sales executive was at home when the call came in. He had hoped that he could get on with some paperwork and later on arrange a meeting with his lover, Ed Wilson, for some time over the weekend. Peter had been upset by the interview at Scotland Yard and had been further concerned that he was still under suspicion and, presumably, being followed wherever he went. The only bit of good news was that his wife had gone away for a week or so. Stephanie Collins had left that morning to attend an important meeting in the United States and had informed her husband that she hoped he would be in a rather better mood by the time she returned. As the chief breadwinner Stephanie was the boss' and Peter had to knuckle down and do what she wanted. On her part, Stephanie had made it clear right from the start of their marriage that she did not want children, as they would interfere too much with her career. As a result of this assertion by Stephanie and as a consequence of her decision, the couple's sex life had been rather limited, a fact that for different reasons pleased both parties. However, Stephanie had indicated that, provided he was discreet, she would turn a blind eye to any wandering' by her husband. What Peter could not determine was whether Stephanie would regard `wandering' into the bed of another man rather than that of another woman would qualify as either discreet or acceptable. He very much hoped that he would never have to put the matter to the test. Thus Peter found himself torn between his desire for Ed and his equally strong desire to remain in the luxury to which being married to Stephanie had brought him. At the present time his dilemma was resolved, with his wife away for at least a week if not longer, he could spend at least one long weekend with Ed without any concerns about his secret life being discovered.
Peter Collins did not immediately recognise either the voice or the name when he answered Freddy's phone call. However, once he realised who was speaking he immediately became interested. He and Ed had visited the entrepreneur's country house once before and had enjoyed a pleasant enough weekend. Ed was employed in one of Freddy's companies and that was why they had been invited and he, as Ed's partner, had also been asked to attend. They had used the time to enjoy each other's company and had, to some extent, wasted the opportunity to network and join in the gay sexual romping that went on during the gathering. But now here was Freddy inviting him to come again! Fredy asked Peter what his plans were for the weekend and explained to him about the business opportunity. Peter replied that he was available any time over the weekend and Freddy told him that he had other people to invite, including he hoped Ed, but that, once matters were finalised, he would be in touch again.
Joe Smith was driving his loaded lorry from London to Southend when his mobile phone rang. The lorry driver answered the call and was delighted to hear Freddy Eversley's booming voice on the other end of the line. Freddy explained the purpose of his call and received a positive response to his invitation. Joe told Freddy that he was free at any time over the weekend. This was because the lorry driver's mother was still staying at her sister's house and seemed to be determined to remain there for a good while longer. The two widowed ladies got on well together and enjoyed the time they spent in each other's company together. Joe Knew that he would eventually have to go and pick his mother up and bring her home but not just yet. In his mother's absence, Joe had the house to himself and had planned to try to get hold of Will, the student from Warwick he had met a few weeks previously. Despite the fact that he was being followed by the police, Joe hoped that he would be able to find a suitable time when he could either go up to Warwick and stay in Will's bedsit or, better still, invite the randy young student to stay in his own empty house in South London. Joe had been intending to make the call when he got to Southend but the chance of a day or so in Freddy's country mansion with all that usually went on there was an even better offer. At the country house Joe would be able to indulge his sexual desires in the full knowledge that, although the police would have tailed him there, they would not be able to snoop on everything he did once he was inside. A second consideration for Joe was that from what he had been told by Freddy he was not just going as a `bit of rough' but there was also some chance of profitable work in the future as well. The final consideration for the lorry driver was that a weekend with Will, good though he was in bed, could be held over for another day by which time hopefully the police would have lost interest in following the lorry driver's every move. Having confirmed his availability, Freddy told Joe that he would call or leave a message confirming the final arrangements.
Freddy's final call was to Ed Wilson. Like his friend Peter, Ed had also been troubled by the interview at Scotland Yard. As an ambitious young businessman, he was anxious that his involvement in a murder enquiry might leak out and ruin or impede his career. He had decided that he would see Peter the coming weekend and try to compare notes on what had been said in their interviews. Ed also wanted to try to persuade Peter that they should, in future, try to ensure that their accounts corroborated each other as far as possible. Ed was preparing to talk to Peter when Freddy Eversley's call came through. Freddy was the largest shareholder in the company Ed worked for and the young executive was concerned that he had somehow found out about the murder investigation and was about to give him a hard time about it. Ed was, therefore, relieved when Freddy explained the purpose of his call. Ed thought that the chance to join in another of Freddy's business initiatives was too good an opportunity to miss and he was even more delighted to learn that Peter Collins was being invited to participate as well. This would give the two of them a chance to confer about future murder enquiry interviews. In addition, the couple would be able enjoy themselves at Freddy's lavish home and also join in what could well become a profitable business venture. Freddy seemed equally delighted at Ed's acceptance and informed him that he would expect to see him anytime after six o'clock the following evening, in time for dinner at seven thirty.
Having completed his round of calls, Freddy then rang back his other guests and confirmed the arrangements that he had given to Ed. He spoke directly to Peter but had had to leave messages in the cases of Peter and Graeme. When he had done this, Freddy called first Martin and told him that everything was ready and that the meeting would take place the following day. Martin thanked Freddy profusely and apologised for not being able to talking longer at that moment. The Superintendent explained that if they were to bring the matter to a successful conclusion he and his investigating team had a lot of work to do. However, he would talk to Freddy again later in the day and would arrive at Freddy's house early the following day after the final police deployments had been agreed. Then Freddy spoke to Brad and arranged the place and time for their dinner that evening and followed up by suggesting that the American academic might prefer to travel back with him to his country house that night. Brad expressed himself flattered and delighted by this kind offer which he was more than pleased to accept. Finally, Freddy spoke to Tom and told them what had been organised for the following day. Tom said that he would ensure that he and martin were down at Freddy's in good time the next day.
Graeme Adams did not receive the message from Freddy until he returned home that evening after a day out wandering aimlessly around the London shops. He wanted to get a small present for Freddy but could not think what to buy, finally deciding that an expensive bottle of champagne from Harrods would probably fit the bill. There were three messages on his machine when he got in and Graeme played them back. One of the messages was from Freddy confirming the arrangements for the weekend. However the other two were from the anonymous caller of earlier in the day reminding the DJ that he had better turn up later that night or he would be in trouble. Against his better judgement Graeme decided he would go and meet this potential blackmailer. Assuming that the person was genuine and that it wasn't some sort of sick joke, the DJ thought that he'd listen to what the guy wanted and then decide what to do. Graeme knew that he was quite handy with his fists and that he could easily see this guy off if he turned out to be just some bit of lowlife. As a safeguard, the DJ decided that when he went to the meeting he'd use the old car that the police knew about, the one he'd used before to fool them.
Graeme was at the appointed rendezvous five minutes early and waited in his old car. Moments later, a figure emerged from the shadows, scurried quickly towards the car, opened the door and jumped in. To Graeme's amazement it was John, the young man who had assisted him in the car swap scam, a few days earlier. Graeme knew that John was a joy rider and car thief and could always supply him with cars that had had their index number plates changed if the need arose. John was also an expert at getting rid of the evidence, knowing the best areas to torch the vehicle when it was no longer needed. He was a useful guy to know as well as a willing sex partner.
"You?" said Graeme in a surprised and angry tone.
"Yeah me, aren't you glad to see me? I'm glad you decided to turn up. I was only joking on the phone I didn't mean anything by it but I really needed to see you and I thought this was the only way. The price of my silence over the car swap business is that you take me home and let me fuck you silly all night. I haven't had a decent fuck since I was last with you and, anyway, I thought you'd enjoy the joke!"
Graeme had to stop himself from showing the sex mad teenager just how little he appreciated the joke but in the end he relented, especially when he remembered the wonderful two nights he and John had spent together.
"You bastard, John. I came here to give my blackmailer a good kicking, but .. OK then .. let's go back to my place. You'll have to lie down in the back until we're safely inside the apartment garage as the police don't know about this vehicle and I want it to stay that way. And another thing, I don't want them to see you either, you're to valuable to me."
John grinned happily and did as he was told. Once back at Graeme's flat the pair were soon naked. For the rest of the night John and Graeme took it in turns to invade the other's tight love hole and deposit their ball juice inside. By the early hours of the morning their balls were drained almost completely and so John and Graeme retired to sleep, although Graeme had to warn John that the youngster would have to leave in a few hours because the DJ had to go somewhere important later on. John agreed to leave as requested although not until he had received a promise from Graeme that they would meet regularly from that point onwards.
At about the same time that Graeme was beginning his night of passion with John, Martin and his team were working late into the night putting in place the final arrangements to ensure that the murderer would not escape. Martin had sought and obtained the agreement of his superior officers to the plan and the arrangements. The police near where Freddy's country house was situated had been briefed and placed on stand-by and would take up position once the last of the suspects was safely inside the grounds. Bob had been detailed to organise these detailed arrangements and had done an excellent job. The following day, the Inspector would act as liaison officer with the local force and have as his assistant PC Mike Rickwood.
Martin and Mark had spent much of the day trying to assemble a convincing case for establishing a motive for the killings. As they worked matters through sitting together in his office the Superintendent decided that they should summarise what they knew.
"We know our man killed Darren Evans about eight or so years ago. The motive is clear. Darren had sex with and then upset our man's cousin, Gareth, by leaving him and the swimming club. At the time of his death Darren was probably lured him away by promises of sex or even a reunion with Gareth, assuming that Darren knew who his killer was and how he was related to Gareth. So murdering Darren for breaking his cousin's heart is a possible motive for that killing, I suppose. The last killing also fits in with this thesis. We know that Timothy Owen was accused of sexual assault but that nothing was proved against him. What if the sexual assault was against Gareth? Then our man has a motive to track him down and kill him as well. This time it would be for seducing his cousin and, as an indirect consequence, causing his illness and death."
"Yes, sir. Good thinking! And because Timothy disappeared and slightly changed his name, it took the killer all this time to track him down. Or maybe he knew roughly where he lived but had not had a chance until now to do anything about it. I maybe he was never in the area. Maybe he was spurred on to find this Timothy character by the death of his cousin earlier this year, don't you think so?"
"I think you're probably right on that point, Mark. Gareth's death certainly seems to have triggered the latest spate of killings. What about the rest, how do they fit in do you think?"
"Well, sir, the other deaths are more puzzling. There's no evidence that other boys were involved in either the sexual assault on Gareth assuming that he was the target of the alleged abuse. Nor is there any evidence that Gareth had sex with any other boys who then abandoned him, is there?"
"No, Mark, there isn't and the ages are not right for that sort of thing either, except in a very adolescent sort of way. No, I think the explanation is simpler that that after all. I also think the circumcision link is the key. Gareth was involved sexually with by two people, both of who were circumcised and both of who either left him or affected him in some adverse way. What if the death of Gareth just triggered something in our killer, a blind hatred of all people who were circumcised? In that case, the very sight of a circumcised prick, especially an erect one, would be sufficient to spark our murderer off. If he harboured these feelings before his cousin became ill how much more so would he after his cousin died? In a way he probably blamed them for the way his cousin was or for the condition that led to his death. When we have the killer in custody, perhaps he'll answer this mystery as well."
Mark looked less than fully convinced by this suggestion but had no alternative explanation to offer so did not pursue the matter. Martin also knew that his theory did not contain the greatest insight in the world but for the time being it fitted the facts and murders had sometimes been committed for less good reasons. Martin looked up at the time and, noting the time, smiled at Mark,
"It's been a long day, Mark, and it's getting late and we'll all have another marathon day tomorrow so you get home to Ruth and David right now!! Please also apologise to Ruth for my having to take you away from her and the baby at a weekend. Once it's all over, I think you should take a break I know I shall and I think we'll deserve it."
"Thanks, sir. If you don't mind, I will get off now. Don't worry about Ruth she understands and there'll be plenty of time to be with David. I may well take you up on the offer of a break. I'm sure that a family holiday is what we could all do with, although I don't expect Ruth will want to go too far with David being so young.!"
Martin watched as his most trusted Inspector walked out of the office and the Superintendent knew that, unless he could persuade his superiors that a Chief Inspector was needed in his team, he would soon lose him for good when Mark's long deserved promotion came through. However, in the meanwhile there was work still to be done on the present case and a killer to be arrested and charged the following day.
Before he left Scotland Yard that night there was one additional piece of news that came through to the Superintendent. An alert policeman had noticed a rather old saloon car driving into the apartment block where Graeme Adams lived and had thought the age and condition of the car to be suspicious enough to warrant further investigation. The observant Constable had just reported in that he had seen Graeme Adams himself get out of the car, shortly followed by a young teenager who had obviously been lying down and hidden on the back seat. The young man and the DJ had gone inside together and had remained in Adams apartment. Martin passed on his congratulations to the surveillance team and asked that the particular Constable should be commended. The Superintendent already knew how Graeme had worked the car swap scam but now, as a result of this alert Constable's action, he also knew the number of the car that had been used by Graeme to throw his pursuers off the scent. If the DJ tried the same trick in an effort to prevent the police following him on his trip to Freddy's the next day, then this time he would not succeed. Knowing both the numbers of Graeme's cars meant that those tailing him would be quickly able to latch onto him. If necessary, as a further precaution against losing him, Martin decided, the surveillance team should follow both cars. Finally, the Superintendent ordered that a completely new and unmarked police car should be used for tailing Graeme the following day and that others should be deployed on the route and close to Freddy's house. Martin did not want anything to go wrong that would in any way upset the carefully prepared arrangements for the arrest and detention of the killer.
As they lay cosily in bed together later that night, Martin and Tom briefly discussed their respective role in the following day's proceedings and reaffirmed the strategy. Freddy would introduce Brad to the suspects and explain that he was the man who was keen to set up the wine importing business. Brad would say a few words and invite the other guests to sample his wines. Before the wine tasting began Freddy would also introduce Tom to the others as his lawyer and Tom's important legal role would be explained to the group. Freddy would suggest that the detailed discussion of the project should take place over dinner. At this point the group would move into the dining room where one of Freddy's lavish dinners would be served. While all this was taking place Martin would be waiting and listening to the conversation from a convenient location upstairs. Then, as Freddy and his guests finished eating dinner, the Superintendent would appear in the dining room and arrest the killer. By the time their discussion of the following day's events was concluded there was not much time for more than a cuddle before Tom and Martin went to sleep. In any event they were both still enjoying the afterglow of the lovemaking of the night before. They were also still quite tired from their exertions and needed a good night's rest because they had an early start the long day that would face them in the morning.
An early start would be absolutely essential to ensure that everything was ready in time. The arrangement was that Tom would drive Martin down to Freddy's house, Eversley Hall. As soon as he and Tom had settled in, the Superintendent would meet Mark and Bob, who would also have travelled together to Freddy's house in Mark's car. Other members of the investigating team would also be expected to arrive before lunchtime and a full briefing, including Freddy, Brad and representatives from the local police force, would take place a two o'clock. Once the briefing was over the waiting officers would, of course, need time to brief the other officers under their command. Martin would be kept in contact with the progress of each of the suspects by the surveillance teams and convey this information to his team commanders. This would ensure that everything and everyone would be in place a good hour before the first guest was due to arrive. It was intended that as soon as the last guest had arrived, all the escape routes from Freddy's estate would be sealed off and members of Martin's team would secure all the exits from the main house. When the moment arrived for the confrontation with the murderer, the killer would have no means of evading arrest.
TO BE CONCLUDED...
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