Flash Fiction Friday Cleanup Detail



“Thought you’d be in here.”

Startled, Suki turned, pressing her back to the wall of the shower. Martin stood in the doorway. She opened her mouth to speak when he shook his head slightly.

“Don’t say a word. Just stay there.” He looked at her finely muscled body, exuding sexuality.

She closed her mouth, breathing shallowly.

“It took me a while to figure out what was happening. Each crime so perfectly executed. No trace of evidence; like someone knew our exact mode of operation.” He shifted, putting his hands in his pockets.

Her nipples hardening with the evaporation of water off of her skin.

“It was Peterson’s death that brought all the pieces together and dropped them firmly in your lap.”


“Yes. Each victim had died after sex. Drained of almost every drop of semen. Their cocks were swollen and red like they were bitten. Yet there was no sign of any partner. We knew the men were dating someone, so we started looking for a pattern.”

“And what did you find?”

“Each man was involved in nefarious stock deals, money laundering or a Ponzi scheme. Each had connections to corruption within the city. There were only a few departments free of suspicion.”

“Like mine.”

“Yes. Burk seemed a one off. Villalobos, Kreuger and Madoff all used the same escort service. Peterson left a note in his desk: ‘date with S.K. Beaus’. The name kept ringing bells in my head.”

Pheromones flaring, Suki felt her fangs begin to descend, wondering if she could push off the wall fast enough to cover the distance between them.

“Stop right there. Let me finish.”

“Alright.” Her body tingled… hungry.

“It wasn’t until I passed the front of the Paranormal Division that my eye caught the name plate on the door. ‘S.K. Ubeaus.’ Succubus. I never knew your talent, just knew that you were a damn fine investigator.”

“Are you going to turn me in?” Her muscles were tensed to spring.



“Well, I thought about it. Did these men deserve to die? Yes. Did it harm the city? No. Does it clean up corruption? Yes. So, I figured I’d let things slide on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“Our date for Saturday is off.” Martin turned and walked out of the room.



I’m late! Busy week! Parental issues… new Granddaughter visit… Youngest son and his SO issues… Daughters wedding… oh, and work. Aieee-ya! I think I need a vacation from my vacation. (yeah… )

This one was a bit of a challenge. Turned on my music and Skyfall started playing. 🙂 This week for Flash Fiction Friday, we have a word length of 356 words and the required word is suspicion. Forbidden words are: soap, hard, officer and effigy. 25 bonus words can be had for telling us who’s the sexiest cop on TV, and 25 extra credit points for confessing to a crime you committed or want to commit.

I don’t watch TV, and have no idea of what cop might be sexy. I did grab the extra 25 in credit though. My crime… Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a country far, far away…there were protesters outside a military establishment. They camped. They protested. They dealt with rain, snow, abuse from the military police. It was against the law to aide these protesters. Keep in mind that many of them were women and children. They were protesting Nuclear Proliferation.

So, I went into the base commissary and bought groceries. I bought extra. After clearing the gates, I had a small emergency and had to pull off by the side of the road, just past the protest camp. Flashers on, I got out, opened the door to see to my child, and some of the women came over to see if they could help. Mothers being mothers of course. I set the extra bags on the ground in order to get to my child’s car seat. I saw to him and then got back in the car, ‘accidentally’ leaving behind all of the extra groceries. 🙂  

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  1. Your crime. Thank you. Many of my friends were at a protest similar to the one you described. They would have been most grateful. They were there for months and months. Not always the best of conditions. Making links both side of the fence, connections as human beings no matter what side of the chain we land. Thank you.

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