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Dear Reader,

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JC: Ed Biggers
Part 3: Accretion
Chapter 10
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Mike sat at one end of the conference table absently fiddling with 
the stack of papers in front of him. Bewildered, he said, "I was 
transferred to the detective squad the other day. I reported in and 
the captain told me that he didn't want to know anything about the 
case I was working on. Not a single detective will talk to me. Even 
the ones I know won't talk to me. It is weird going into the building 
and being treated as though I wasn't even there."

"I went into the IRS office and all anyone wanted to know was 
what Ed was like. No one even asked about the case. My 
supervisor said that I had unlimited access to the records and that 
she didn't want to know anything about it." Venessa looked around 
the table and shook her head as she recalled the previous day at the 
office. She was one of the newest people to join the office and had 
been sent over to serve as errand girl for the famous Dr. Biggers. 
She not been ready for anything like what had happened. Finally, 
she said, "I suddenly felt like I was a Martian."

"I went to the office and was met in the parking lot by my 
supervisor. He told me that I had four agents to support me in the 
investigation. Until this case was finished, I was not to return to the 
office. The agents will act as go-betweens to get any files that I 
may require. I've been working out of my house while this office 
has been getting established."

Mike looked over at Norman and said, "Damn, I thought my 
treatment was weird."

Smiling at the realization that her treatment hadn't been any 
different than that experienced by the other two in the room, 
Venessa asked, "So did you have your sparring match with Ling?"

Still sore from his match with Ling, Norman grunted and 
answered, "She threw me all over the mat. I never even had a 
chance to touch her. I've never seen anything like it."

Satisfied with the quality of the images produced by the cameras 
and the audio from the microphones, Ling flipped off the speaker. 
She turned to Ed with a smile on her face indicating her pleasure in 
a job well done. After returning from Arizona the previous day, 
she had spent the evening installing the security apparatus in the 
room under their suite. She boasted, "The room is now secure."

Eyebrow raised, Ed asked, "You don't think you went a little 
overboard?"

"Not really. I installed electronic locks that only five people can 
open, a backup power supply, and a couple of cameras. Any more 
than that would be overkill." Ling watched the three agents talk in 
the room below. 

With a tilt of his head towards the door, Ed said, "Let's go join 
them before they decide that we are making them uncomfortable 
on purpose."

The two went downstairs to the room that had been turned into an 
office. Ling opened the door and allowed Ed to enter first. Entering 
the room, Ed looked at the conference table and then examined the 
room trying to locate the cameras that she had installed. He 
couldn't spot them and knew that even if he asked her, she wouldn't 
tell him where every camera was located.

After seating himself at the head of the table, Ed asked, "So what 
did you find?"

Everyone looked around the room, each wanting someone else to 
start. Finally, Venessa answered, "According to the tax records, it 
is a nursing home that is part of a chain that includes twenty-seven 
other homes.  They haven't turned a profit in six years although the 
amount of money flowing through them is tremendous. I predict 
they post a dollar profit this year. I don't understand why we 
haven't audited them before now."

"Who owns the chain?"

She frowned at the question and answered, "I don't know. I've 
traced through three holding companies so far and still don't have a 
clue."

Ed thought about what she had said and glanced at the folder 
containing the tax records of the company. Even across the table, 
he could tell that it contained predominately lies. Reaching out, he 
said, "Hand me the tax filings."

Opening it, he went through with a pencil marking each line that 
was a lie. For the first time in his service, several of the lines 
detailing income confused him. After finishing marking up the 
forms, he went back and circled those entries. Looking up at 
Venessa with a puzzled expression, he said, "There's something 
weird about the income reported here. The figures are correct, but 
they are also a lie. I've never encountered anything like it before. 
Concentrate on that for the time being."

Turning to Norman, Ed asked, "What did you find out?"

Norman glanced over at Mike and then said, "Mike gave me some 
basic information about the people that have been going into the 
building on a regular basis. Maybe he should go first."

Ed said, "Okay, Mike..."

Feeling that he was a player in a game that was far beyond his 
ability, he said, "I went under cover for two days and squatted on 
the street panhandling. I took down the license plate numbers of 
the cars driven by the people that go in and out of the building. 
During two days and nights, only six people went in and out of that 
building."

"Six people?" asked Ed incredulous at the ridiculous number. A 
nursing home with only a staff of two people on duty did not make 
sense. He said, "Are you sure? There should be twenty or thirty 
people a day going in there."

Mike answered, "I'm positive. Even the mailman didn't go into the 
building."

"So how did you establish the identities of the people that went 
into the building?"

Unsure if he had done the right things, Mike answered, "I used the 
license plates to identify the owners of the car and then used the 
drivers license information to verify that they were the people I 
saw. The boyfriend dropped off one of the women, so I stopped 
them for failure to come to a complete halt at a stop sign. Since I 
suspected drugs, it was natural that I examine the drivers license of 
both of them."

"Clever," replied Ed. With that kind of ruse, they wouldn't get 
suspicious that the place where they were working was under 
investigation. Turning back to Norman, he said, "So what did you 
find out about these people?"

"None of them are citizens. All of them are recent immigrants from 
the former Soviet Union. I've been going into the immigration 
records trying to figure out how they obtained their work visas, but 
I haven't made much progress on that front," answered Norman 
unsure if his lack of progress would be met with approval.

Turning away from the table, Ed made a gesture to Ling and 
thought about the information that he had been given. She stood up 
and went over to the mini-refrigerator in the room. She poured two 
glasses of iced tea and came back to the table, setting one of them 
at Ed's place.

Ed frowned as a picture of what was going on inside that building 
started to form in his mind. This was going to be ugly. Turning 
back to the table, Ed asked, "I suspect the Russian Mob has a hand 
in this. How about you?"

"Yes, that is what I thought."

Ed said, "We need to examine the other homes within this chain. 
Work out what would be required to accomplish that without 
raising suspicions, but don't execute the plan yet. I have some 
resources that can be brought to bear on this case that you would 
never be able to access. We can meet in a three days."

Venessa, wanting to make sure that she knew what she was 
supposed to do, said, "I'll continue to follow the money trail. I'll try 
to identify the people who own it and how they get the money."

As Venessa laid out her plans, Ed drank a couple sips of his iced 
tea listening carefully to everything she said. When she finished, 
Ed pushed the button on the speakerphone and called Cathy at the 
house. When she answered, Ed said, "Cathy, please get in contact 
with Stan Bentley and have him call me here in the work room."

Recognizing the tone of voice Ed used when working, Cathy 
answered, "Okay, Ed."

"I'll be waiting," replied Ed as he hung up. Without much of a 
pause, he turned to Venessa and said, "I'm going to get you some 
help. I want things traced up and down the corporate links. That's 
going to be too much work for you to do alone."

"Yes, sir."

Smiling, Ed said, "Call me Ed."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Ling sprang out 
of her chair ready to respond to anything. She moved towards the 
door with cautious steps. Ed felt the emanations of power from 
outside the door and said, "Ling, let him in."

Without looking at Ed, she acknowledged his request with a nod of 
her head. Darting forward, she unlocked the door and stepped back 
to see what would happen. When nothing happened, she moved 
forward again and this time opened the door. Stepping back, she 
took a defense posture waiting for the door to slowly swing open.

When the door had swung open, it revealed a young oriental man 
twenty-five years of age standing in the hallway. He looked over at 
the defensive posture of Ling and smiled at her. With a crooked 
grin and a wink of his eye, he pointed at her and said, "Delicious."

Her posture became even more aggressive, but Ed noticed a slight 
trembling in her hands. Ling said, "Do you know this man?"

"No, but he's safe," answered Ed. 

Her eyes fixed on the young man, Ling asked, "How do you 
know?"

"Show her," commanded Ed as examined the young man. The 
young man was more interested in Ling's body than anything else 
in the room. 

Smiling, the young man slowly reached to his neck and pulled out 
a gold medallion. As soon as Ling saw the medallion, she 
immediately relaxed her stance. With a residual tension in her 
body that seemed out of character, she returned to her chair. As she 
moved, she said, "Come in and shut the door behind you."

The young man did as he was told and looked around the room 
with the natural assurance of a true servant of the God. With an 
exaggerated nod to Ling, he introduced himself, "I am Jimmy Lee. 
May I ask the name of that most delectable morsel that bade me 
enter."

Smiling at the nerve of the young man and the very slight blush 
that came over Ling, Ed answered, "The lady is Ling and she is my 
wife."

Sitting down at the end of the table opposite of Ed, the young man 
laughed without embarrassment as he said, "All the best ones are 
already taken."

Irritated at his open admiration of her, Ling replied, "And the worst 
ones won't give you the time of day."

Ed returned to his serious work tone and said, "Jimmy Lee. The 
lady to my immediate left is Venessa Schally of the IRS. To her 
left is Officer Mike Tougas of the LAPD. To my immediate right 
is Norman Asmaro from the FBI. I am Ed Biggers."

The tone of voice told Jimmy that it was time to get to work. He 
hadn't known who he was going to meet here, but he had no idea 
that it would be the head of the Servants of the Two-Sided One. He 
gave Ed his full attention and introduced himself, "I'm Special 
Investigator Jimmy Lee from the San Francisco Office of the INS. 
This is my first service ..."

Sharply, Ed interrupted, "We can discuss that later."

"Yes, sir," replied Jimmy very respectfully.

The sudden appearance of an INS agent didn't feel right to Mike. 
He frowned and asked, "Ed, how did you know that we needed 
someone from INS?"

Looking over at Mike, Ed answered, "I didn't."

Jimmy answered, "I came here on my own because I'm needed."

Cutting the conversation short, Ed said, "Jimmy, you need to work 
with Norman to find out some information about a number of 
Russian Immigrants. No one is to know that you are working on 
this case or whom you are investigating until we are ready to wrap 
it up. Is that clear?"

"Yes it is." Jimmy sat back in his chair to listen to the discussion.

The telephone rang and Ed pushed the button on the speakerphone. 
He smiled when he heard Stan say, "Hello. This is Stan Bentley."

In a conversational tone of voice, Ed answered, "Hello, Stan. This 
is Ed."

"What can I do for you?"

Ed answered, "We are working on a very tough case and I need an 
IRS agent or two that are far from the action to investigate some 
things for me."

There was a moment of silence before Stan asked, "You're not 
going to give me any details, are you?"

"Nope," answered Ed watching the faces of the people in the room 
when he said that. Half of them had whispered the answer as he 
spoke.

"And you aren't going to let them tell me what they are working 
on, are you?" asked Stan with real frustration in his voice.

"Correct."

"Do you mind if I'm one of the agents?"

Ed laughed and answered, "I was hoping that would be the case. A 
Venessa Schally will be coming to your office to work with you. 
She has all of the information that you need to pursue this case."

"Thanks, Ed. I appreciate the chance to work with you," said Stan.

After a few minutes of conversation in which a few of the details 
were hammered out, Ed hung up the phone. Satisifed, he said, "I 
guess everyone knows what they are supposed to do, so let's get to 
it."

Clearing his throat nervously, Mike interrupted, "I don't know what 
I'm supposed to be doing."

Surprised by the his own ommision, Ed said, "Sorry. I suggest that 
you go to a city in this state where there isn't a nursing home 
affiliated with this one. I want you to find out who inspects these 
places and how they are inspected."

Standing suddenly, Ed pointed to the bedroom and said, "Jimmy, 
you'll be staying there for the duration of this case. Do you have 
any problems with that?"

Eyes flicking from Ling to Venessa, Jimmy winked at Ling and 
said, "No problem at all. I hope I won't be alone here."

Ling stood up and walked to the door. After opening it, she turned 
to face Jimmy with a look of disgust on her face. While making a 
gesture of jerking off, she spat, "Don't worry, you'll be here with 
five finger Mary."

She left the room after slamming the door behind her. Ed had 
watched Ling and knew that she was angry, but not at Jimmy. She 
was angry with herself and he was puzzled as to the reason why. 

Norman, rubbing his sore shoulder, said, "Whoa! She's pissed at 
you, Jimmy. You better be pretty good with the martial arts 
because she's going to wipe the floor with you."

Deciding that he needed to deal with Ling, Ed said, "Jimmy, I'll see 
you for supper and we'll talk about your service."

"Okay," answered Jimmy wondering what had happened. He had 
been as surprised by Ling as everyone else in the room. 

Closing the door behind him, Ed entered the suite listening to Ling 
rant in Chinese. He grimaced as she only did that when she was 
really angry. After pouring himself an iced tea from the ever 
present pitcher, he sat on the sofa listening to Ling. She was in her 
room and from the way her voice occassionaly faded, he infered 
that she was pacing around the room. Slowly drinking his iced tea, 
he waited for her to calm down and come out from her room. 

It was thirty minutes before Ling came out of her bedroom. She 
froze when she saw Ed and cried, "Why didn't you stop him?"

With silent thanks that Mrs. Hayes was at the hospital with her 
husband, Ed answered her question with a question, "Stop him 
from what?"

"Flirting with me!" cried Ling.

Softly, Ed said, "You aren't angry at him for flirting with you, but 
at yourself for being interested in him."

Moving to one of the chairs, Ling collapsed in it and cried. As he 
moved to comfort her, she sobbed, "Stay away from me. I'm so 
bad."

Returning to the couch to give her the space she wanted, Ed asked, 
"In what way are you bad?"

"My wife just died and I'm supposed to be in mourning! Instead, 
I'm looking to sleep with some stranger. That's horrible!" sobbed 
Ling with her shoulders heaving. 

Ed leaned back in the chair wishing that Beth were here to talk to 
Ling and help her through this crisis, but Beth was dead and that 
was the problem. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Ling, listen to 
me."

"Don't try to make me feel better. I'm a horrible person."

"I'm not going to try to convince you that you aren't a horrible 
person."

For the first time since coming out of the room, she looked directly 
at him. Eyes narrowed, she asked, "You aren't?"

"No."

In a whisper, she asked, "So you think I'm horrible?"

Smiling at her, Ed answered, "I didn't say that. I just said that I 
wasn't going to try to convince you that you weren't a horrible 
person. I can tell you all day that you are a wonderful caring 
person that has just suffered a traumatic loss, but you won't believe 
me. So why should I bother?"

Sniffling, eyes read and puffy, Ling repeated, "So how come I 
want to fuck him so much?"

"Our marriage is a little different than most. We lost a wife, but we 
are still left with husbands and wives. Our loss doesn't leave us as 
alone as most people find themselves when their spouse dies," 
answered Ed. Since Beth's death, they had all slept with each other, 
providing and finding comfort in each other's arms. 

What Ed had said didn't sit well with Ling. It almost sounded like 
people were interchangable within the marriage.  She asked, "Are 
you saying that her death isn't such a big deal because we have 
other husbands and wives?"

There were times when he wished that he could put into words the 
things that he wanted to say in much better form, but he wasn't 
John. Instead, he was Ed and needed to think about things for a 
long time before saying them. Frustrated at his inability to put into 
words his true feelings on the matter, Ed asked, "Do you feel 
abandoned?"

"No."

"That's right, you don't. Most times when someone loses a spouse, 
there is the sense of abandonment. We don't have that. We haven't 
been abandoned, but we have suffered a tremendous loss." Ed sat 
back a little more pleased with how that come out. He went over to 
the bathroom and returned with some tissues for Ling.

She accepted the tissues, wiped the tears from her eyes and blew 
her nose. In a less confrontational tone of voice, she asked, "Are 
you saying that her death isn't such a big deal because we have 
other husbands and wives?"

"No. What I am saying is that because we have other husbands and 
wives, we don't feel abandoned. Our capacity to love another adult 
in an intimate and sexual manner has not been crippled. We don't 
feel that sense of distrust that comes with abandonment. Since you 
still trust us to love you and to be loved by you, you are still open 
to others."  Sitting back on the couch, Ed smiled at having gotten 
out his thoughts in a somewhat coherant manner. 

His words had helped Ling, but she was still upset at herself. She 
said, "I feel like I've betrayed Beth."

Leaning forward, with tears in his eyes, Ed whispered, "I feel that 
I'm betraying her every time I laugh at a joke or forget for a 
moment that she is gone."

"Thank you. I'm glad that you didn't try to convince me that I'm not 
a horrible person," said Ling weakly hoping to get the conversation 
to a less intense level. She knew that she needed time to consider 
everything that Ed had said. She looked over at Ed with 
tenderness, remembering that it was her feelings for John that 
brought her into the family. Ed was always there for her and she 
had come to love him just as much. 

Getting control of his emotions, Ed said, "I can't imagine what 
John is feeling as a result of the Linda Redman situation."

Ling sat back in the chair at that reminder. Linda Redman, 
granddaughter of William Redman, had offered herself to John as a 
gift from the tribe for all of the things he had done for them. John 
was going to visit the tribe to clarify the situation with the elders. 
She said, "He's going to end up bringing her to the house to live 
with us before he sleeps with her."

Ed nodded his agreement and said, "That was what Beth had 
suggested."

Never having understood why Beth had insisted on that course of 
action, Ling asked, "Why do you think she suggested that?"

The explicit question made Ed think about Beth's behavior the past 
few months. It was Beth who had insisted on the portraits of all the 
family members. She had insisted on giving Sarah Redman a 
chance to enter the family. The sudden desire to have a child even 
seemed suspicious suddently to him. He said, "I wonder if she 
suspected that she didn't have long to live."

Ling paled at the thought wondering if it was possible. Had Beth 
tried to find a woman to take her place as wife? The thought was 
sobering. She looked up at Ed with wide eyes and said, "She must 
have known."

"I think so."

Feeling a need for reassurance, Ling suggested, "Why don't I go 
downstairs and take care of the security for Jimmy? When I'm 
done, I'll come back up here so that we can spend a little private 
time together before Mrs. Hayes comes home."

A very naked Ling stood bent over, legs spread wide, with her 
arms resting on the surface of the dresser. Ed stood behind her 
slowly guiding his cock into her hot wet cunt. She thrust back 
against his cock trying to impale herself on it and shouted, "Fuck 
me hard and fast!"

Ed guiding his cock into her passage a little faster, watched her 
face in the mirror. Eyes closed, she bit her lower lip. When his 
hand brushed against her clit, her eyes sprang open, catching his in 
the mirror. With a wild look in her eyes, she shouted, "Come on 
and fuck me hard! Now!"

Ed, less gentle in his approach, shoved his cock into her, filling her 
with the entire length and breadth of his manhood in one smooth 
thrust. He started thrusting slowly, but increased his pace when 
Ling started making her little shouts of pleasure. Amongst the 
screams, she shouted, "Harder! Faster!"

Picking up the pace, Ed was soon hammering into her. Grasping 
her hips, he lifted her feet off the floor so that she was supported 
by her arms on the dresser top and his hold on her hips. She 
wrapped her legs around his, trying to draw him even deeper into 
her. The pace was frantic and answered some deep need within 
her. She screamed her first orgasm as her cunt rippled and 
tightened against his cock.

Ed was getting close to coming, but slowed down to allow himself 
to last a little longer. The change in pace triggered another orgasm 
in Ling even before she had come down from her previous orgasm. 
Her bucking in orgasm almost made Ed loose his grip on her. He 
stopped for a moment and adjusted his grip. Once he had a good 
hold of her, he started thrusting with his original fast pace. She 
screamed long and hard, the sound echoeing off the walls. 

Watching her face in the mirror, it looked like she was in agony 
rather than ecstacy. Her whole body was flushed with excitement. 
Adjusting her arms, she reached over to one of her nipples and 
squeezed it. Ed reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She 
screamed again as an orgasm washed over her. 

This was too much for Ed. As her cunt rippled around his cock, his 
come burst forth as he emitted a low long growl. The contractions 
of her cunt around his cock drained his cock. Feeling weak, he 
slowly set her down on the floor as she continued to spasm and 
shout. Legs shaking, he stood behind her with eyes closed as he 
slowly came from that otherworld that orgasm took him. 

Ling shifted and his cock fell out of her. This was followed by a 
huge wad of come that dripped out of her cunt and ran down a leg. 
With her hand over her pussy, she ran into the bathroom to wash as 
Ed slowly staggered along behind her. She started the shower and 
stepped in as soon as the temperature had reached a reasonable 
value.

Entering the shower, Ed knelt down behind her and then turned her 
to face him. As the water from the shower washed down her back, 
she looked down at him. His head was level of her pussy and he 
had extended his tongue to lick it. As a grin spread across her face, 
she said, "Oh, yeah. Eat it out of me."

Slipping his tongue into her passage, Ed ate the come out of Ling's 
cunt. His thumb softly stroked her clit returning her quickly to a 
high level of excitement. She grabbed his head and screamed as an 
orgasm took her by surprise. As she thrashed in the throes of 
passion, he stood so that he could hold her more easily. His strong 
arms supported her as she gave herself over to her orgasm. 

When Ling came down from her orgasm, she clasp her arms 
around Ed in a spine crushing hug. Holding her head against his 
chest, she cried, "Thank you so much, Ed."

They finished their shower and dressed. Returning to the living 
room, they were faced with a very embarrassed Mrs. Hayes pacing 
with nervous energy. Blushing, she said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't 
know."

Confused by her statement, Ed asked, "Know what?"

"I heard the screaming and I thought Ling was in trouble," replied 
the elderly woman. She couldn't look at either one of them without 
turning away and blushing.  Hearing the screams from the 
bedroom, she had charged in to help Ling only to find that they 
were making love. 

Ling blushed a bright red. The volume of her screams when she 
came was often the subject of jokes around the house, but it still 
embarrassed her. Everyone assured her that they loved how she 
expressed her pleasure with such enthusiasm. She could never 
understand it though. Looking down at the floor, she explained, "I 
have a tendency to be a little loud."

Uncomfortable with the situation, Ed decided that the best action 
that he could take was to go over to the hospital and check on Dr. 
Hayes. He interrupted the discussion, "I'm going over to the 
hospital."

At the hospital a worried Dr. Hayes, frowning at Ed, asked, "Are 
you happy with the report that you got on me today?"

"Very happy. The staff said that you were polite and helped a 
number of families with very ill relatives," answered Ed. He had 
heard very good things about the doctor from the staff. He asked, 
"Are you happier?"

"I guess. I can't stand being stuck here in bed, though," grumped 
the elderly doctor. He looked over at Ed and said, "You know that 
I still don't like you."

"I know that," answered Ed surprised by the change in subject. He 
asked, "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"

Dr. Hayes said, "You and John have sex together. I wanted a better 
man than that as a husband to my Beth."

"Oh, I see. It is okay for you to do that, but not for the husbands of 
your daughter."

Angry, the doctor retorted, "I only did it once."

"And you enjoyed it. In the dark, you couldn't tell that it was a man 
sucking your cock and when you returned the favor, you found that 
it wasn't that horrible."

As the doctor started to argue, Ed interrupted, "Don't try lying to 
me."

The doctor slumped in the bed as his anger drained from him. He 
admitted, "Okay, you see through me."

Ed said, "What you really hate about John and I is that we do what 
you've wanted for a long time."

The doctor looked away and said, "You aren't exactly the type that 
I would associate with having sex with another man. When did you 
discover that you had that desire?"

"It was a condition of the marriage. I never had that desire before I 
met Kelly and Beth."

The admission shocked Dr. Hayes. He turned to stare at Ed, 
incredulous that he would dare make that a condition for marrying 
Beth. Outraged, he asked, "How dare you impose that condition on 
the marriage? If I wasn't stuck in this bed, I'd go over there and 
thrash you."

Smiling at the doctor, Ed said, "I didn't put the condition on the 
marriage. Kelly and Beth did."

Seeing the look on the doctor's face, Ed said, "That was the 
condition underwhich I could have Kelly and Beth as wives."

"I didn't know that," replied the doctor as he looked at Ed with new 
eyes. Uncertain, he said, "You must have loved her very much."

"I loved her very much," replied Ed with a gentleness in his voice 
that conveyed the depth of his feelings.

The discussion was interrupted by a telephone call. The doctor 
answered the phone and then with a worried look, handed the 
phone to Ed. Ed answered, "Hello."

Ling's excited voice answered, "Ed, I've tried calling the house. No 
one has answered the phone."

That was extremely odd as someone should have been around to 
answer the phone. He suggested, "Maybe you can try their cell 
phones."

Exasperated, Ling replied, "I've done that. I'm worried."
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