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Chapter Thirteen
Britt and Devon were on their way to Oklahoma City. Britt had discovered, with help from Brian that Susan Abbott had an aunt living there. The woman's name was Lois Winters. Susan's father and she were brother and sister. Britt had given her a call, and the woman had agreed to see him.
Britt was glad he had a reason to return to the city. He still owned a house there, and he liked to check on it now and then. When he mentioned a trip, Devon had gladly agreed to accompany him.
When they reached downtown, Britt said, "Wow, I like the new Crosstown. Almost makes me think I'm in some other town, rather than Oklahoma City."
"Looks like it's just a little farther south of the original road," Devon remarked.
"It is. The city decided it would be cheaper to just build a new road along here than trying to repair the old one. Besides, I think it had reached the point where repairing was out of the question."
Britt had just exited onto the Hefner Parkway when Devon asked, "What are the plans?"
"We're going by the house first and drop our bags off. I want to check everything out first; make sure everything is okay. I told Mrs. Winters I would give her a call this afternoon after we hit town."
Ten minutes later Britt exited the Parkway and a short time later turned on the street that would lead to the place that had been home to him before moving back to Porterville. He pulled into the driveway and killed the car's engine.
He and Devon carried their bags inside the house, and after making sure everything was in order, Britt telephoned Lois Winters.
When the woman was on the line, Britt thanked her for agreeing to see him and asked if it would be convenient for him to drop by in one hour. Lois Winters assured him that she would be home. Britt wrote her address down and ended the call.
An hour later Britt pulled into Lois Winters' driveway. He and Devon walked up to the door. Britt rang the bell and almost immediately the door was opened, and a woman spoke.
"Mr. Williams?"
Britt nodded and introduced Devon, adding, "Thank you for agreeing to see us."
She invited them inside and pointed to a sofa. "Please have a seat." Taking a seat as well, the woman said, "I believe you told me that you were working with the Porterville authorities. Has something turned up? Have you discovered who murdered Susan?"
Britt assured the woman he was assisting the police adding, "Nothing has turned up yet, Mrs. Winters. However, I can assure you, everyone, including the two of us, are working hard to discover the truth."
Susan Abbott's aunt reached for a Kleenex on the table beside her chair and caught the tear that ran down her cheek. "I appreciate that very much. Do you have any idea when her body will be released? I'm the one responsible for her service."
Britt shook his head and said, "I don't know the answer to your question." He told her to contact Brian Poteet. "He would know more about that than me."
Devon leaned forward and said, "I understand you are Miss Abbott's aunt."
"That's right. Her mother was married to my brother."
"That would be Chris Abbott, correct?" Britt added.
Lois Winters gave a nod. "Chris loved Susan as much as he did Paul. "We all did," she added.
"I know that sometimes a parent might be closer to one child in particular," Britt remarked. "Was that the case with your brother?"
"Of course not. He loved them both the same."
Britt rubbed his chin. "It sounds to me like you sort of expected your brother to treat his children differently."
Susan Abbott's aunt was quiet for a moment. Then, "Joyce was pregnant when she and Chris married."
When the woman remained silent, Devon said, "Your brother wasn't Susan's father?"
Lois Winters shook her head. "No," she said softly.
Britt and Devon looked at each other, surprise showing on both their faces. It was Britt who finally spoke.
"Do you know who Susan's father was, Mrs. Winters?" Britt asked.
The elderly woman shook her head. "Joyce never told any of us. Not even my brother."
"How did the two of them meet?" Devon asked. "Joyce and your brother," he added.
"Joyce was waiting tables at a restaurant. Chris was working for a construction company one summer. He and a friend dropped in for lunch. Joyce happened to be the one to wait on them.
"Chris was drawn to Joyce from the beginning. I think the second time he entered the restaurant he asked her out on a date. She told him she was pregnant and that the baby's father wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. It took my brother a while to convince her he loved not only her, but her unborn child as well. By the time Christmas rolled around, they were married."
The woman seemed lost in her thoughts, and Britt allowed her time alone. Then he said, "I know Joyce is not living. What about your brother?"
Another tear made its way slowly down the woman's cheek. She wiped it away with her Kleenex and said, "Chris loved Joyce so much, and when she died, he stopped living; stopped dreaming; ceased to exist. A year after he lost Joyce I lost my brother. It was as if he willed his body to stop functioning. And it did," she added softly."
Britt leaned forward on the sofa. "I am so sorry, Mrs. Winters."
The woman caught another tear with her tissue. "Just find the person responsible for my niece's death," she said.
Devon also leaned forward. "Susan's mother never told anyone the name of her baby's father?"
"Not to my knowledge. Because the man never stepped forward and claimed his child, it was as if he never existed. When Susan was born Chris signed his name to the birth certificate and nothing was ever questioned."
Britt had another thought. "Mrs. Winters, did your sister-in-law leave anything with your brother? Perhaps pictures, mementos, anything that might be of some help to us?"
"I have some things of my brother's stored in the attic. Susan and Paul gave them to me when Chris died." A puzzled look appeared on her face. "Is it really necessary to hunt for Susan's biological father?"
"At this point I can't honestly say," Britt admitted. "We're just looking for answers. I realize I'm asking to see something very personal, and I apologize," he added.
Lois Winters stood to her feet. "Come with me," she said. "The box I told you about is too heavy for me to carry down the attic stairs."
Britt and Devon followed her up a staircase and suddenly found themselves on the second floor of the woman's home. A second staircase consisting of only five steps was directly in front of them. They continued their climb and soon found themselves inside Mrs. Winters' attic.
Lois paused for a moment and looked around the large dusty room. "Ah, it's over here," she said and made her way slowly across the attic floor. She stopped in front of a very large box. "This is the box, Mr. Williams."
The box was heavy, but between the two of them, Britt and Devon managed to cart it down the two staircases and return to the living room. Before they could set it down, Mrs. Winters spoke.
"I would prefer that you take the box with you. I don't think I'm up to strolling down memory lane just now."
"You're okay with us taking the box from your home?" Britt could hardly believe his ears.
She gave them both a smile and said, "I honestly believe you want to find out who is responsible for Susan's death. For that, I am eternally grateful. So please, take it with you. If you have any questions, feel free to give me a call."
Both Britt and Devon thanked the woman for her help, they carried the box out to their car. Once it was loaded in the back seat, Britt drove back to his house.
Once inside the house they set the heavy box on the living room floor. Britt asked Devon if he wanted to eat first before they began their search.
"Are you serious?" Devon couldn't believe his ears. "Is that what you want to do?"
Britt grinned. "You know what my choice would be. I was just being nice."
Devon kissed him lightly on the mouth. "I say let's begin our search," he said dropping to the floor beside the mystery box.
"Kiss me again and the box will be my second choice," Britt warned.
"And your first choice would be?"
"For you to fuck the living daylights out of me," Britt declared.
"Oh that's definitely going to happen later," Devon assured him. He reached for the lid to the box and began tugging at it. "Right now let's see what answers we uncover here."
As they sifted through the contents, they came across pictures of the Abbott family, beginning when Susan was just a baby, followed with ones taken after her brother Paul had been born.
"They appear to have been a very happy family," Devon commented when the box was almost empty.
Along with family pictures there had been various report cards for the two Abbott children over the years, as well as numerous pictures the young ones had drawn and given to their parents.
"Susan's mother reminds me a lot of Mom," Britt said. "She has saved a lot of obituaries over the years. My mom does the same thing."
"Anybody we know?" Devon asked looking in Britt's direction.
"Appears to be family members," Britt answered.
While Devon was removing and looking at the last of the pictures from the box, Britt continued reading through the stack of obits. He came to one that caught his attention. Although he didn't know the woman in the picture, he recognized the name. Joyce Miller Abbott.
"Susan's mother was a beautiful woman," Britt remarked. "Susan looked exactly like her. Take a look," he said handing the paper to Devon.
"She was very attractive," Devon agreed as he studied the picture in his hand. "She was young. Forty-five," he added.
A few moments later, Britt picked up the last obituary from the bottom of the box. There wasn't a picture with the article. Britt began reading the information. At first he thought it was an obituary belonging to a family friend. He knew how his mother seemed caught up with collecting them, and had been for years. Lots of people kept them.
Britt was almost finished when one of the lines near the bottom of the article caught his attention. He read the line twice before looking up at Devon.
"You're not going to fucking believe this, Devon," he said.
Devon looked up from a picture. "Believe what?"
"I'm holding an obituary for a man named Logan Reynolds."
"So. What's your point?" Devon asked when Britt didn't explain.
"Whoever this Logan Reynolds was, he had a son named Justin Reynolds."
"The Justin Reynolds we know?" Devon asked. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"How many other Justin Reynolds do you know, Devon?"
Devon had to admit he only knew one man by that name.
"Something tells me Justin didn't land in Porterville just because it has an excellent library he could use with his research," Britt said thoughtfully.
Devon gave a nod and agreed. "You are probably right."
Britt looked closely at the small piece of paper he was holding. "I don't doubt Justin fits into this mess. Proving it, however, will be a different story."
"What about Glenn? Could he possibly help us?"
Devon was referring to Britt's lawyer, Glenn Redding. The man had been a big help to them when Britt was trying to uncover the mystery that concerned Devon's family.
"Damn, you may have something there, Dev." Britt pulled his phone from his pocket and punched a number in.
Glenn was suddenly on the line, and Britt greeted the man warmly. Then getting right to the point, he filled the lawyer in for the reason of his call. Glenn had heard about Susan Abbott's murder, mainly because he knew that Britt spent most of his time in Porterville nowadays.
"I'll see what I can come up with, Britt," the lawyer promised. "How long are you going to be in town?"
When the lawyer heard the two men were spending the night in Oklahoma City, he said, "Give me a couple hours to work on this. Do you guys have plans for dinner? We could meet later, and hopefully I'll have some information for you."
Britt soon ended his telephone conversation and spoke to Devon. "We're going to meet Glenn at eight o'clock. Louie's Sports Grill just off Hefner Parkway," he added.
"I take it he thinks he can find something out for us?"
Britt shrugged his shoulder. "No guarantee, but he's willing to try."
"Are you going to confront Justin when we return to Porterville?" Devon wanted to know.
Britt took a moment to respond. "Definitely when the time's right, he answered. "I think, however, that we'll fill Brian in first. I think he needs to be the one to approach Justin."
"I agree. I'm curious to see how all of this plays out," Devon said.
Britt raised up in bed and looked at the clock on the table beside his bed. It was six-thirty. He reached over and gave Devon a gentle shake.
Waking up, Devon moaned and asked, "Are you still horny? You've already put your cum up me once," he added with a grin.
"Hell, I'm always horny," Britt assured him. "And, while I would like nothing better than to add another load up there, I'm afraid that's going to have to wait until later."
Britt leaned over and kissed Devon on the mouth. He worked his tongue inside the man, causing his lover to become filled with desire. Devon's cock went from flaccid to fully hard in a matter of seconds.
Devon pulled away and said, "You don't play fair, Britt Williams."
Britt pretended to be shocked. "You have never complained before, Devon McKenzie. About how I play, I mean," Britt added. A wicked grin suddenly appeared on his face, and he fell back against the bed. Spreading his legs, he said, "Never let it be said I don't play fair. Slide that hairy rod up my ass!"
Devon quickly crawled between Britt's legs and pushed the head of his dick next to his lover's hole. Britt's ass still held cum from an earlier fuck, allowing Devon easy entrance.
On his back, Britt looked into Devon's eyes. "Fuck me, Babe," he breathed. "Give me another load of your cum," he added.
Devon began working his cock in and out of Britt's ass, enjoying the feeling of fucking through his own spunk. As he began slamming harder, Devon felt some of the cum crawl out and land in the hair around the base of his dick. He felt his body hair become sticky as his body slammed into Britt's. Suddenly his breathing changed. It felt so good fucking his lover's ass.
"I'm going to cum!" he warned.
"Yeah, Babe, I want your cream. Give it to me," Britt said with a moan.
Britt felt the cock inside him swell up. His ass sucked Devon's cock deeper as he felt his lover's cum shoot up him.
"God, yeah!" Britt couldn't keep from groaning.
Having shot a full load of cum, Devon let his body rest on top of Britt. With his cock still buried deep inside Britt, Devon leaned down and kissed his lover.
"I love you so much, Britt Williams," he whispered.
"Love you, Dev."
Britt kissed him a second time and then said, "As much as I would love to remain here with your dick buried inside me, we have places to be, and a gentleman to meet. And before we can do any of that, we both need a shower in the worst way."
Devon pulled out and looked at Britt's crotch. "Don't I need to take care of this first?" He wrapped his fingers around the thick base of Britt's cock.
"I can wait," Britt hastened to assure him.
Devon looked doubtful. "Are you sure about that?"
"It'll give me something to think about during dinner."
"Glenn might not care for you playing footsy with him under the table at the restaurant," Devon said rolling off the bed.
"You never know about Glenn," Britt said following Devon into the shower.