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“Come on Blake,” she said, trying to distract me. “Let’s head outside. The Gordons have an amazing pool house,” she said.

I’d glimpsed the cabana in passing and it did look fancy, like a second residence situated some distance away from the main house. And you know what? I was feeling horny again, maybe there’d be some privacy for a second fuck of the night.

“Sure,” I drawled. “After you,” I said just as my brother came out of the bathroom. He silently shook his head no, indicating that there was no drug residue, and I dragged him along for the ride.

“Let’s get outta here, see what everyone else is up to,” I drawled nonchalantly. “Bryan?”#p#分页标题#e#

“Yeah,” he growled, his face impassive. “Let’s go.”





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Bryan




The investigation wasn’t exactly going well. There hadn’t been any telltale residue on the sink or toilet at Chrissy’s house. Instead, I’d found a recently used condom still filled with warm, bubbling cum in the trash.

So those teenage boys, those comic-book turds, were probably gay. They’d probably fucked each other in the bathroom, groaning aloud, spanking each other’s asses, and then come out again acting like typical adolescents, pushing, shoving, pretending to be alpha males.

It was juicy, but not exactly criminal. I mean, my brother and I should know – we fuck each other, and that probably is criminal in the State of California, crossing a couple lines like incest, not to mention illicit and nasty twincest.

But Canterdale High? Not squeaky clean, but not exactly a hotbed of criminal activity either. So the investigation continued.

We were in the biology classroom on a Sunday afternoon, getting ready to dissect a cat. Goddamn this cat. I was so sick of it already, I hated biology, Blake and I hadn’t become cops to re-do high school. But here we were in this antiseptic environment, all the tools laid out, Callie looking nauseated again as I prepared to sink a knife into the belly fur of the glazed-eyed corpse.

Trying to hide my relish, I plunged the blade into the cat’s abdomen, expecting the knife to slice cleanly through, as if cutting chicken or a juicy piece of steak. Instead, I encountered some resistance, the blade bouncing back a bit. Oh fuck, it was probably just the formaldehyde they pumped into these things to keep them preserved. I’d probably hit some organ that was now stiff with frozen chemicals. Disgusting.

I chopped and sawed away with determination, and the skin fell away to reveal the body cavity of the cat. And damn, but my eyebrows flew off my forehead because we’d just gotten our best lead yet. Not only was the cat filled with frozen organs, but there were also a couple of pouches … bulging with white powder.

Immediately, I swept the cat off the table, not wanting our little girl to see. Fortunately, she had her back turned at the moment, half-bent over trying not to retch.

But Blake raised his eyebrows at me in question. I hadn’t fully opened the cat so he probably hadn’t caught a glimpse of the balloons but I merely shook my head in silence.

“Callie baby, this isn’t the right cat,” I said.

“What?” she asked faintly, turning back to the lab table. “What do you mean it isn’t the right cat? Mr. Grimes said he ordered a new batch so that we could make up the assignment without having to reuse corpses.”

“There must have been a mistake,” I said smoothly, “because this cat is pregnant.”

I was making shit up but that did the trick.

“Oh!” said Callie, her forehead rippling with revulsion. “Oh my god, did you see the dead kitten embryos in there? Oh my god, I’m going to be sick again,” she said, this time breaking out in a sweat, really looking green.

And my brother frowned at me but took the cue, hustling our little girl out of the classroom for some fresh air. In the meantime, I bundled the corpse into a plastic tarp, securing it with some string before slipping it into my backpack. The Sarge was going to be interested in this exhibit, for sure.

In the meantime, where the fuck had this cat come from? Was Mr. Grimes the perpetrator? Was our kindly science teacher actually a drug dealer, peddling illegal substances to his students? Or was it someone else? I was sure the freezer was probably chock-full of animals filled with heroin. The issue was busting this ring without giving everything away in the first few minutes. Our strike had to be coordinated, a methodical sting with no loose ends.#p#分页标题#e#

But in the meantime, there was still our little girl.

“Bryan, get out here,” I heard my brother shout in warning.