" This is police harassment," Skip Sands said sharply from his hospital bed as he glared at the two police detectives that had just strode into the room. " I'm going to issue a complaint. I have an alibi! "
Detective Nita Browne smiled at him. " Yes. You have an alibi and we proved you lied. We have a witness that states you were at the home of Spencer Norland -Lane on the day of his attack. " She then dropped a piece of paper on his hospital bed. " We also have this here warrant saying we can collect up DNA on you. Good thing we're in a hospital. "
Detective Wally Williams smirked at him as well. " And , shit for brains, we will be coming back with an arrest warrant if the DNA is a match for what was in the victim. " He loomed over him and whispered raspily," Next time use a condom, fucker. We got you. "
Skip chewed on his bottom lip and practically whined ," And what about DuBuis Lane! He shot me! He beat me ! Arrest that bastard. "
Nita and Wally exchanged amused looks.
Nita said," Well that's a homicide case. Take it up with Jacks , who is the laziest cop on the force. A hundred bucks said that case will stay open. "
" Yeah," Wally replied," we're sex crimes. We don't give a rat ass about your ass getting beat down and shot. If you raped his husband and he did come after you I would be the first one to pin a medal on DuBuis Lane. "
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Odds of Love: Past Wounds
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera style serial about disabled math professor Spencer Norland -Lane, his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC metropolitan area.
