Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse - Sex Stories

Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse

It was past noon when Grazia looked in on her son. He should have been sleeping, but he was still rolling about. She asked in soft, liquid Spanish: "What is wrong, my angel? Is the work too hard?"

He shook his head, his cheeks tear-stained. "No, Mother, but we did an evil thing last night, and I cannot sleep. I must first confess, and I think they will come to kill me."

She knew her son, and she knew also that their priest could be trusted. Together they listened to the halting, disjointed story, looked at each other.

Detective Nunes knew the immigrant community, knew how it worked, what questions were better not asked, what stories not believed. He also knew when to get action, how to obtain search permits, how to impose on the steelworks the need to keep certain blocks of crushed scrap steel out of the shipping container.

The prosecutor looked at the dossier. "So, what we have here is a story, an allegation, of an undocumented immigrant that he had a blowjob by a girl that was then gang raped, killed, stuffed in her car and crushed. We have corroboration: a scrap steel bale containing parts of a silver Mercedes Coupé, human remains that correspond with the allegations. The mortuary found DNA of six men, including that of your informant in her mouth. There were five men working there. Can you arrest them tonight? If they sing it should be an open and shut case."

Nunes drew up his shoulders. "Tonight is good. I already arranged for the informant to be 'picked ...

... up' by immigration authorities and resettled elsewhere, I even got him a job as a mechanic. It would be better if they incriminate each other, he might not stand up as a good witness. The sort of people I suspect they are, they will sell each other out. But we better also put this into the computers. This feels like just the tip of something. I know these people. They will sing like canaries. You keep them separate, let them worry. Then you tell each of them the others had sung, and you just want confirmation, but if they have new facts they may get time off. Brian will be the ringleader. Even so I doubt we will get much out of them. They are just a flea, the real power behind is the tiger."

Sniping is an exact science. Wind speed and direction, humidity, air pressure all have an influence. Science does not take coincidences into account.

The sniper centered the crosshairs on the lower chest of the meditating woman, carefully selecting the optimum target available through the half-open window. An aperture of about a hundred millimetres by a hundred was ample given his stable firing position and the lack of movement of his target. He would have preferred taking the shot out in the garden, but there had been too much movement. Luck had her settle where he could get this shot. He jacked a round into the chamber, stilled his breathing, squeezed the trigger.

An irrigation sprayer in the garden sent a drop of water that intersected with the speeding bullet, destabilising ...