Out of the Cold Dark Sea: A Seattle Waterfront Mystery by Jeffrey D. Briggs

Author:Jeffrey D. Briggs [Briggs, Jeffrey D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Water's End Press
Published: 2019-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Gray light slipped around the edges of the curtain. Martha lay on her back, remembering the slow circles Trammell had traced on her shoulders and back with his lips, taking forever to undress her, a forever that surged with rising tension and growing excitement. His hands had caressed her through the silk blouse, his lips explored the smooth skin of her neck. When he eased the blouse off her shoulders, she wanted him to reach around and cup her breasts. Still he hesitated. He was in no hurry to rush his pleasure or hers, which was a finer pleasure in itself.

She had sighed then and sighed again now at the memory. A smile crossed her face.

Lovers had been few through the years. Learning the difference between the horror of rape and the joys of making love had been a slow lesson to learn. For a long time, she had feared her own sexuality as much as she had feared Walt Boudreau. The first time she experienced tenderness and pleasure in lovemaking had left her breathless. Now, Trammell had shown her there were so many new worlds still to explore.

Beside her, she heard the soft rhythm of his breathing. He dozed on his side, his back toward her. She ran her finger in light circles over his shoulder. He stirred, and she replaced her finger with her lips. It was time to return the pleasure.

When the knock came at the door, they were still intertwined, their breathing just starting to return to normal. Martha bolted upright. It took a moment for her to call out, “Yes?”

“Metcalf. I’d like to talk to you guys for a minute if you think you could put on some clothes.”

“Just a minute,” she responded.

Before rolling off Trammell, she touched his lips with hers, lingering long enough to feel him getting excited again. Reluctantly, she slid off him. Trammell rose, got dressed, and slipped out the door. Donning jeans and her blouse, she wondered why Metcalf was here so early. She didn’t dare hope that they were about to be released.

In the living room, Trammell stared out the window and Metcalf paced, cell phone to his ear. Dennison stood motionless in the kitchen. Only then did Martha realize they had a visitor: Lieutenant Lolich from the Harbor Patrol. His eyes were half-closed, his hands intertwined over a generous stomach. Against his dark suit, his tie was a burst of autumn color captured in silk.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Lieutenant,” Martha said, joining him on the sofa. “I didn’t know you were here.” Glasses made his eyes appear larger than they were. A puffy face and dark bags under his eyes gave him the appearance of a man who had had too little sleep for too long.

“We suspended the search for Mr. Wilcox a couple days ago,” Lolich started. “Nature will take its course, and if the body is in Puget Sound, it will surface. I’m sorry.”

Martha nodded, barely able to mumble, “No one mentioned it. I understand.”

Metcalf snapped his phone shut and turned to Lolich.

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