Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... down his face. Remembering the cigarette in his hand he brought it to his mouth and took one more long drag before grinding it out in the overflowing ash tray.

“Okay, what have you got kid?” He asked in a tired gravelly voice before looking up at Cam with his steely light blue eyes, a family trait that they both shared.

Cam pulled his little notebook from his breast pocket and opened it up. Frowning at a thought, he looked up at the Sheriff’s steady if bleary gaze and turned to step over to the door and close it before turning again to address the man.

“I don’t have much worth mentioning, Uncle Gerry, but I have a lead that you might want to follow up on.” Cam said while looking a little embarrassed.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? And you know that when we are at work, you’re to call me Sheriff, or Sir. I don’t care if you’re my sister’s boy or not, you get no preferential treatment from me, is that clear?”

Somewhat abashed by the older man’s harsh words, Cam stood a little straighter and looked as though he were going to say something in return. Instead, he frowned and lowered his eyes to his notebook before nodding his understanding.

“Well? Spit it out boy.” The Sheriff prodded.

“Again, The three suspects… I mean persons of interest... I was able to track down and interview about the poker party last night all said they had left earlier and didn’t know anything about an argument or a shooting.” Cam said then took a deep breath afterwards ...

... then closed his note pad. He crossed arms at the wrists in front of his waist at the buckle for his utility/gun belt.

“That’s it? That’s the lead I should follow up on?” The Sheriff asked while giving Cam a perturbed glare.

“No… Sir. When I stopped at the diner this morning, to interview Hank, I found that he had called in sick. But I also learned that he had been to the same card game or party with Duke Simmons.” Cam said, glancing up to catch his uncle’s reaction.

“Oh, you did, huh? Well did you follow up on that lead and go talk to Duke?” The Sheriff asked with one raised eyebrow.

“No Sir. I figured you might want to do that yourself, as there is a bit of history between the two of you.” Cam said quietly so as to ensure that it was not heard outside the office. The older man’s eyes bored into his for a few moments.

The Sheriff looked away and grimaced a bit before reaching for another cigarette, fidgeting really. He puffed himself up and after a moment of thought he turned his attention back to Cam.

“Okay, Cam. I guess because you are family you would know a little bit about that, but don’t you repeat that to anyone else. If nothing else, it might cloud this investigation. Alright, I’ll go see Duke and see what I can find out from him. Go home and get some sleep.” Gerald said and he stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in the ash tray and reached for his hat.

Cam turned to leave and was reaching for the door knob when his uncle spoke again behind ...