Chapter Thirty Five

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"Angel Daddy! Angel Daddy!" I shouted into my headset while I felt the grip of those hands. Next I felt the press of a man's groin against my buttocks. I could feel through the bulging contour of his jeans that he was aroused. Then like a vampire he pressed his lips into my neck and gently dug his teeth into my skin, but it was done lightly enough so as to not draw blood.

Now I found myself calling out to the small shadow of a figure across the hardened lake. Suddenly whoever that was no longer seemed scary.

"Hello out there, help me!"

"Oh come on, calm down," I heard a voice say, and it wasn't Stanley's voice on the headset.

Even in my panic the voice sounded strangely familiar. Then he forcefully turned me to face him and I was shocked to discover this was Blake, my love, who looked just adorable at a moment like this, with his bearded face framed by his hoody.

And yet I was understandably pissed off.

"What the hell are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?"

He was laughing. I guess this was his idea of a practical joke.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked as I punched as hard as I could on his shoulder.

"Looking out for you."

"You don't need to be doing that."

"You are walking around in the middle of the night testing your luck again. What do you expect me to do? I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing is going to happen to me. You should go. I am totally fine. I can explain later."

"Explain what?"

"That there is a reason why I am out here."

I turned away from Blake to look towards the lake, and I saw that the figure that had once been so far away was now much closer and was in fact stepping off the lake and onto the park. He was maybe twenty feet away. He was a cop. And he had his gun pulled, aimed at Blake. "Step away from the girl," the cop ordered.

Blake nodded in disbelief and yelled out, "It's cool man, I know her."

"I said step away from the girl." The cop meant business.

"OK, have a shit fit why don't you?" Blake said, letting me go and moving a few feet away.

"Put your hands where I can see them," the cop insisted.

Blake extended his hand above his head. "I got nothing on me."

The cop was a thickly-built man who had to be in his early thirties. He looked like body-builder all right, but one that liked his buffalo fried chicken wings and beers on the weekends. He was a badass all right.

"It's OK officer, this is my..." I said. But he cut me off.

"I don't want to hear it right now."

"Put your hands behind you...now," The beefcake cop demanded of Blake. Blake did as he was told.

"What the hell? That is my girlfriend," Blake said as the cop cuffed him.

"I saw you accost this girl. If I were you I would remain silent."

"But this is ludicrous."

"Son, you are under arrest."

"Officer, this situation is under control," I heard a voice say in my headset. But the voice was also now coming from right beside me. It was Stanley, and he was flashing a badge at the cop. "Detective Stanley Ecco, East Grand Rapids police detective."

"Officer Miller here, detective. I have a perpetrator. He accosted this girl. This is a possible domestic dispute and a suspect in the killings."

"Officer Miller, with all due respect, these are just two neighborhood kids horsing around. Uncuff him and let him go. I will take care of this. I will personally take them home."

"But Detective Stanley, this girl is clearly underage and breaking curfew."

"So what's new? We are dealing with impetuous young adults who clearly don't know the fire they are playing with. You do remember being a kid, don't you, Officer Miller?"

The burly officer did not crack a smile.

"Uncuff them and go back out on the ice and search for the real killer why don't you? We are wasting taxpayer's money right now."

The thick-necked cop looked like he would pummel Detective Stanley repeatedly with his fist if it would not get him thrown off the force. But his sense of duty seemed to override his more basic macho need to win this battle of testosterone.

"Will do, Detective Stanley...will do."

Once his hands were uncuffed, Blake shook them out. "Shit, that hurt like a mother fucker."

"Watch you tongue, junior," the cop said.

"Officer Miller, kindly take a chill pill. Thank you."

Officer Miller shrugged his shoulders. "I will have to make a report."

"No need, Officer Miller, I will take care of that. "

He nodded and said, "Be my guest." He then walked towards Rose's, a popular restaurant on the lake where we could now see that his squad car was parked.

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