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Subject: {ASSM} The Lady in Blue Chapter 11 (MF, MFF, Slow, Romantic, Exhibitionism, Petting, Oral)
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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery serial. Starts slowly, but the passion
builds as the plot unfolds with romance. A Texas vintner meets a lady
in blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
on Literotica and on the last chapter on Storiesonline.

http://storiesonline.net/auth/Wine_Maker

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"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga, (c) 2005 by Wine Maker

Chapter Eleven: On the case

Ted's point of view

Hawk was pretty upset when she saw the guy standing by the car looking
like he had just seen a two headed goat. She rushed out and grabbed him
by the shirt and slammed him against the car.

"This is not what it looks like," Hawk said.

Wide eyed, he nodded. "What do you think it looks like, Hawk? And, um,
you have a hair stuck in your teeth. It's not blonde, Sugar."

Hawk let him go and slapped a hand across her mouth as though that
would make it go away. Then, she slumped and closed her eyes, taking a
deep breath. "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but there is more
to it, Javier. If I find out you blabbed my business to anyone, there
will be consequences. Serious consequences. Am I coming across loud and
clear?"

Javier nodded, wide eyed. "Hey, it's no business of mine if you sleep
with a guy. I've been telling you that's the ticket for years." He
leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially. "So, you kissed the
cutie. Does that mean you had a good time?"

Hawk pushed him back against the car. "That's none of your business!
Drop it, and keep your damned mouth shut about it! I mean it!" She
pulled him off the car, and he staggered into the parking lot as she
released him. Reaching into her pocket, she tossed me the keys.

I slid behind the wheel and started the car. Lisa climbed in front and
Hawk into the back seat. As I drove off, I saw Javier talking excitedly
into a cell phone, jumping up and down like a schoolgirl waving his
other arm wildly in the air.

"He's going to tell *everyone*," Hawk said morosely, not even looking
back at Javier. "He's probably already on the phone. It's going to be
all over Houston before noon."

"Is it *that* bad?" I asked, turning up the street toward the
International House of Pancakes we had passed on the way in.

Hawk looked up at the mirror and into my eyes. "Well, how would it
affect *your* personal life if rumors you were gay started
circulating?"

"With all the shit that gays and lesbians get, I'm surprised they would
care." Lisa said.

Hawk laughed without humor. "People are people. It may not be as bad,
but mark my words, it will *not* be fun. It's ironic, in a way.
Straight people will give me shit for being a lesbian and the hard-core
lesbian community will smack me around for not being lesbian enough.
Screw it, let's eat and get working."

Lisa was half-turned in her seat and nodded. "Right. I think we should
split up for now. Ted and I will search Calvin's house and look for
what those keys go to. You have Kutov to check out." Lisa sounded in
control and Hawk didn't even argue.

"I'll need wheels so I'll have to chance sneaking into my house," Hawk
said. "I'll get you to drop me off after we eat. I can slip in the back
way, change and be gone before anyone knows I'm there."

Reluctantly, Lisa agreed.

We ate quickly, with little conversation. We all had things to think
about. Today had marked a changing point. Hawk had become a part of my
relationship with Lisa, at least for a while. I hoped it wasn't a
mistake that one, or all, of us would regret.

During breakfast, Lisa's cell phone rang and she had a brief
conversation. When she hung up, she smiled wryly at Hawk. "It's you and
me, kid, together in the same boat. My boss just got back into town and
told me to get lost and stay that way until the police had a better
handle on things. It looks like we both have been put out to pasture."

"Actually, in your case, that's a good idea," Hawk said, "and at least
he may let you go back to work when you're done."

When we were finished eating, I drove through some back roads, under
the guidance of Hawk. I had only a vague idea of where we were when she
had me stop.

"I'm going to keep my cell on until I'm on the road. Sit here and wait.
The other side of that fence there is my back yard. Come running if I
yell." She tossed Lisa a set of keys and slipped over the fence with a
lot more grace than I would have managed.

My cell rang. It was her. "No sign of entry in the back. I'm in, and
the alarm was still on. I've locked up and rearmed it. Let me change.
Hang on."

The sound of clothes changing could be heard. "Done, and I have a bag
packed. I'm starting to run out of clothes. Now, I'm going to get my
bike and get going." I could hear the sound of alarm buttons being
pressed and a door opening. Then we heard the rough rumble of a Harley
kicking off. "I'll turn the alarm back on and let it warm up before I
get going. Just a few more minutes."

That was a nerve-wracking few minutes, but nothing went wrong. "Door's
open and I'm out of here. I'll call if I get a good lead. You do the
same. Ted, be careful and don't let Lisa get in over her head."

"I'll try to keep up," I said dryly. "Good luck." I hung up and heard
the bike accelerating away. Starting the car, I retraced my course back
out of the area.

"Hit Highway 45 south and let's go to Galveston," Lisa said. "Calvin's
house is next on the hit parade. These keys seem really important.
Daedalus, doesn't that have something to do with flying?"

I shrugged. "You have me there. We'll have to look it up."

"Ted, thank you for this morning." Lisa said after a few minutes.

I looked over at her and smiled. "As long as it doesn't come between
us, I don't mind. I can't say I didn't have a good time."

She smiled. "I did, too, but if it becomes a problem, then it stops. We
are what's important and everything else is just play. Deal?"

"Deal, Sweetie. I look forward to when we can get some time out on the
town, just to ourselves, when this crazy stuff is over."

I pulled onto 45 and started south. The drive was uneventful, and we
talked about ourselves, getting to know each other even more. That felt
really good. The connection I felt for her made me warm inside.

We pulled up in front of the two story house Lisa indicated and started
looking at it from the outside. As I would have expected, there was no
one around on a Monday morning because most people were at work by now.
The house was older and the outside was a weathered blue. I didn't see
anything that even indicated the police had been here. I stepped into
the street. "Stay here and I'll go see if anyone's home."

I opened the gate and walked onto the small porch. It creaked beneath
my weight. Hopefully, I wouldn't fall through. Several hard knocks on
the door brought no response from inside, so I waved Lisa up. A quick
check confirmed that the door was locked.

"Locked," I told her. "What now?"

She grinned and produced her keys. "I have his spare, just like he had
mine." In a second she had the door open and we were in. The house was
neat and clean inside. A thin, dark carpet covered the floor and the
living room had sparse, but tasteful furniture. Lisa locked the door
behind us.

"We start on the bottom floor and work our way up to the second. I
don't know what we are looking for, but it'll take keys. Don't
disturb things too much and use these." She handed me a couple of thin
rubber gloves.

"Where did you get those?" I asked curiously.

"I keep some in my purse for when I get called out to a crime scene,"
she replied.

I put my pair on and took a moment to wipe off the door we had already
touched, both inside and out, before locking it again. I started in the
living room, looking in drawers, under cushions and other places that
seemed like a good place to hide something. I even looked behind
paintings. In thirty minutes, we had cleared the first floor and were
up to the second. There was a bedroom on the right and an office to the
left; Lisa zeroed in on the office so I took the bedroom.

It was a lot less flamboyant that I would have expected from a gay man.
I suppose my preconceptions were tripping me up. Tasteful curtains and
a sensible bed with a dark cover. I went to the dresser and looked
through the clothes in it. Nothing. The closet was more interesting,
but a bit embarrassing. Over the racks of suits and other nice clothes,
there was a shelf of videos with titles like "Men Who Love Men," and
"Manly Deep Throat." I was about to close the door when I saw something
that didn't look right. All were commercial tapes except for one that
didn't have a label.

I pulled it out and looked for the VCR. If it was a porno, I could put
it back. The small TV on the dresser had a built in VCR so I turned it
on and popped the tape in. The picture was a bit grainy, but clear
enough to make out the details. It was obviously taken from a hand held
camcorder. The scene was a parking lot at what looked like a grocery
store.

Two cars were parked so that the driver's doors were side by side.
There was a good view of their faces, though neither one of them looked
at all familiar to me. The cars couldn't have been more different,
though; the men either. A sporty red coupe with a slick man sporting
dark hair in his forties and a beat up, rusty Dodge pickup with a gray
old man with frizzy hair. The angle wasn't good enough to see the
license plates. The man in the coupe passed a paper bag to the older
man, and the older man reached in and pulled out what sure looked like
a bundle of money. It was too far away to read denominations, but I
didn't imagine it was a bundle of ones.

My eyebrows rose. That looked interesting. I rewound the tape and went
into the office to check on Lisa. She was sitting at the desk poring
over an appointment book, to my eye, somewhat unhappily. "Lisa, I found
something."

She looked up. "I did, too. I found Calvin's appointment book.
There's an entry marked 'wire payoff funds' and a check mark beside
it."

I shook my head. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We don't know
what it means. If it's bad news about Calvin, we'll find out soon
enough. If it's not, don't beat yourself up over it now. As for the
police, maybe they are not as serious as Hawk and haven't gotten here
yet. We need to get out of here soon." I took her hand and pulled her
to her feet. "I found a tape that sure looked like an exchange of
money."

When she was in the bedroom, I hit play. "Oh, my god! That's Zed
Barclay, the Galveston District Attorney! I don't know the other man,
but why the hell is someone like Barclay giving him bag full of money?"
When the scene ended in snow on the screen, she popped the tape out and
stuffed it in her purse.

I held the appointment book while she was doing that and the bookmark
caught my attention. An admission ticket for something, date stamped
last month. I pulled it out and looked at it. Admit one to Seawolf
Park. I was familiar with the place though I had never been there. Two
rusting World War II warships. A small surface ship and an attack
submarine, were open to the public to help pay for the slow
restoration. I put it back in place and watched her.

We heard the sound of the front door opening. "You take the kitchen,"
said an unknown male voice. "I'll take the living room. When we finish
down here, we'll go the upstairs."

Lisa's eyes were huge and she quietly closed the bedroom door. "It's
Murphy! He's a cop down here. He hates Hawk and he's none to fond of me
after yesterday! We need to get out of here before he finds us, but
how?"

I opened the window and it made a horrible noise that I was *sure*
would bring the cops down on us, but they must not have heard it.
Amazing. The screen came out without too much trouble. A quick look at
the roof told me that we were on the front of the house and the angle
of the roof wasn't too bad. I saw what must have been an unmarked
police car behind mine on the street.

"We'll climb out, but be careful. Let me close the screen back up and
we'll look for a way down," I said. With a boost, I helped her out and
onto the roof. I then pulled myself out and closed the window behind
me. Thank god, the screen went back into place easily.

The window exited onto the roof with one of those little arches. Lisa
climbed up the roof to the top of the window arch, out of sight. I
followed her, holding the appointment book we had found between us.
Before we could further our plan of escape, the window opened back up.
We froze, staring at each other.

"What is it?" Murphy asked.

"I thought I heard something," the other man said. "I don't know what
it was, but it sounded like it was upstairs."

"Nothing in the office, here or the attached bathroom. The screen is
still on the window so it must have been squirrels or something,"
Murphy said. "Let's get back to work."

"Yeah..."

The window closed, and we both sagged with relief but kept quiet for a
few minutes, just in case. When we felt safer, we slid down the roof
and I found a metal pole, probably from an old TV antenna that was long
gone. I handed Lisa the book and slid down safely. She dropped the book
and her purse before sliding awkwardly down. I caught her and we ran
for the car. I didn't feel safe until we were blocks away with no signs
of pursuit.

"That was too close," I said. "I somehow don't see them being very
forgiving of our taking the evidence."

"Shit," she said. "We shouldn't have taken it but what the hell were
they doing waiting so long? They should have looked everything over on
Saturday. There should never have been anything for us to find. Now
we're really committed because we can't just turn it in. If my boss is
involved, I can't be sure who to trust now. Do you think Calvin was
running a covert investigation on Zed?"

I shrugged. "It's possible and might explain some things. Where next?"

"I need time to read through this and decide what we do next." She
considered while I drove. "While we are down here, do you mind if I
check on my mother and get some clothes?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't mind. Clothes first?" I smiled at her
nod. "Good, I've been wanting to see how the other half lives."

"My place, then. Turn left." She directed me to a small two bedroom
house not too far from the beach. Following her directions, I drove
past it and parked a half block away.

"Let's both go in, and we can be out in a few minutes," she said as she
climbed out of the car. "I'll toss a few things in a bag while you
watch for trouble."

Her house was neat and orderly. There was a collection of what looked
like family pictures on a small table near the door. While she gathered
some things, I looked them over. Her mother was an older version of
her. In the ones with Lisa, I would judge Lisa was a late teen. There
was also a dark haired boy in the family shots. He had a quiet, somber
air about him, almost withdrawn. That must be Arthur, her black-sheep
older brother. Thin and gaunt, his eyes were like the tar pits in
California, absorbing everything that touched them.

I shook my head. All teens seemed like a different species. I took a
walking tour of the rest of the house. Tasteful furniture and bright
colors. Very nice.

I hadn't been sure what a single woman's house would look like
beforehand but this seemed to suit her busy lifestyle without being
barren. The walls had a series of landscape prints in nice frames.
Mountains, forests and waterfalls dominated the style, but there was
one of a single oak tree in a field, standing tall and alone. In my
mind, that one suited her best. It was a bit crooked on the wall, so I
leveled it out.

When I looked back over the room, I noticed it was a little like the
picture, the clean lines of the layout were off by just a little bit.
The couch was a little forward on one side, and the love seat had one
cushion out further than the other. It looked like someone had searched
the room and had not been very careful in putting things back in order.

"Lisa! I think the living room was searched. We need to get out of
here," I called up the stairs.

"Same here," she shouted back. "I'm ready." The stairs clattered as she
ran back down with a small overnight bag over one shoulder. "Let's go
and keep an eye out for people watching us."

I felt like I had a target on my back when we bolted from the house.
Was that a curtain falling into place across the street? That woman
walking the little dog; was she watching us a bit too closely? The dry
cleaning van up the street was it... I shook my head. I was being
paranoid. Taking a deep breath, I slowed my pace. Lisa slowed down with
me and we walked calmly to my car.

Once we were moving and I could look into my rearview mirror I started
feeling better. I breathed a sigh of relief. "It looks like no one is
following us. I'll make some more odd turns just to be sure, though."

When we were both moderately certain we were safe, she gave me
directions to the nursing home where her mother was staying.

In the parking lot, I put my arm around her. "Your mom seemed pretty
young in the pictures at your house. What happened?"

She shook her head. "A stupid car accident about a year and a half ago.
The doctors say she has recovered from the injuries but she's in coma
and won't wake up. I tell people that she doesn't know her own name but
that's not really true. She's just asleep. All they can tell me is that
she may wake up any day just as normal as she was before, or she may
never wake up at all. They really don't know. The brain is a huge
mystery to the doctors. I come and talk to her every day, if I can.
This weekend is the longest time without me stopping in, and I feel bad
about it." She looked at me. "I really think she can hear me."

I nodded. "I've heard something like that before. It surely can't hurt.
I hope she wakes up soon." I held the door open for her.

The lobby was filled with older people, sitting in chairs or
wheelchairs and watching TV or talking to friends or family, and some
staff people manning the desk or moving among the residents. Two bird
cages, a fish tank and a single cat were scattered around the room with
them.

"You mentioned that your mother changed her will and that your brother
stopped hanging around. Do you mind if I ask what that's all about?"

Lisa shook her head. "I don't mind. Arthur has always been a bit of an
odd duck. Loner in school and at home, too. He got involved in one of
those right wing groups that thinks the government is illegal and
should be overthrown. One of the militias, I forget the name. He got
arrested several times for damaging city or county property with his
nut case friends. Mom always bailed him out of jail. Then I got my
first job as an ADA in Dallas, where we lived, and he freaked out. We
had this huge knock down, drag out fight and he was pretty wild. He
scared both of us but my mother stuck to her guns and threw him out.
Then she re-wrote her will so that I was the primary beneficiary of her
estate. Daddy left her pretty well off so it can pay for the expensive
care she gets. It would be hard on my own. When Arthur found out he had
a screaming cow. For the life of me, I can't imagine why he followed us
down here. He keeps claiming it's because he's family, but I think he
hopes that if he waits around, Mom will wake up and change her mind."

I scratched my chin. "If we weren't already pretty sure Calvin was the
first target, he'd make a pretty good suspect."

Lisa laughed. "Puh-leeze! Arthur plan and execute a plot this
complicated? The sun will go out first!" She waved to the nurses,
leading me down a hall and into one of the rooms on the right side.
There were two women in the room, both in bed. I knew the younger one
was Lisa's mother from the pictures but she looked so different now.
Lying as though asleep, her face was slack. The older woman was
watching a soap opera on the television with the sound coming out of
her remote control. The older woman smiled and they exchanged
greetings.

Lisa pulled up a rolling chair and sat down beside the bed, taking her
mother's hand into her own. "I'm sorry I didn't come by this weekend,
Mother. It's been a real bear of a week." She looked up at me. "I want
you to meet someone. This is Ted Stansbury. He and I have started
dating." She smiled at me and then looked back at her mother's face. "I
only just met him, but he's special. I can tell. I think you'll like
him."

I stepped over to the other side of the bed and put my hand on her
mothers other hand. "Mrs. Davis, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your
daughter is really special to me, too, and I'm glad she likes me. I
hope you get better soon."

Lisa smiled brightly at me. "Can you give us a few minutes alone, Ted?
I'd like to have some girl talk."

Smiling, I nodded and went back into the hall. Closing the door behind
me, I walked back up the hall toward the lobby. There was a fish tank
with some tropical fish in the corner so I spent some time watching
them swim around.

"They are like us humans," a male voice said behind me. I turned and
looked at the elderly man in the wheelchair beside me. He looked to be
in his eighties or nineties but his eyes were sharp and clear. "They
swim around in circles but never seem to notice. We do the same,
walking in the same rut and never seeing that we are in a glass tank."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that a such a bad thing? The fish seem
pretty satisfied with their lives."

The man nodded. "And well they should be, but what if someone fails to
feed them? Their world changes and they are out of control over what
happens. Same thing for us humans. If our world does something we don't
expect, many of us just roll over and float to the surface. It's the
rare man or woman who can look at the world and see beyond the face
presented to us. Even more rare to see someone do something about it."

"That's an interesting theory, sir. What do you see that is going on
unnoticed around us?" I asked with a little curiosity.

"I saw you come in with that young woman a few minutes ago. She comes
in four or five times a week to visit her mother. Poor woman. I pray
for her every day. This is the first time I've seen you around, and
that strikes me as odd, considering that you are the second new visitor
that poor woman has had today. Is it her birthday?"

That got my attention. "No, I don't think it's her birthday. I've just
started dating her daughter and she wanted to introduce us. Who else
was here earlier?"

The man shrugged. "I don't know his name, but he was about your age,
slim and dark haired. Really dark eyes. They were kind of cold. He had
a snotty voice and was trying to boss the nurse around. He wanted
something and he should have known better than to harass Nurse
Cratchet. The woman is *formidable*. She set him back on his heels, I
tell you!"

I frowned. That sounded like Arthur. Lisa said he didn't give a crap so
why would he hang around now? "Did you hear what he wanted, sir?"

"Call me Doc. Everyone does. I was a general practitioner before the
time of HMOs. I tell you, boy, those things are the ruination of our
society. Costs go up and service goes down, all the while touting how
they save money. For who, I ask you? Themselves. The government should
do something about them."

Smiling at his feisty monologue, I asked again. "Did you hear what he
wanted, Doc? And call me Ted."

He held out an aged hand and gave me a handshake that was more vigorous
than I expected. "I sure enough did, Ted. It didn't make much sense to
me but I guess I just don't know the whole story. He was looking to get
into that poor woman's personal belongings to get her keys. Said he had
left some things in her house, and his sister was being a bitch about
letting him have what belonged to him. Cratchet wasn't hearing any of
that and sent him packing. He made a real stink about it. I'd hoped
they'd call the cops. Nothing livens up the day like having the cops
show up and arrest someone."

"Does that happen a lot?" I asked with a chuckle.

"No," he replied grumpily. "Not nearly often enough."

I felt my eyebrows rising. "I'll make sure and tell her, Doc. She'll
see that he gets put in his place. I don't think she will be too
friendly toward him either."

The old man laughed. "Good! That boy reminded me of someone I hated
when I was your age. I got over on him though. He stole my girlfriend
and left me high and dry. He got what was coming when she got pregnant
and he had to marry her. Both of them are still alive and on each
other's nerves every day. Thank god I didn't marry that shrew! I'd have
been in a mental hospital, or prison, by forty." He winked slyly at me.
"I pray for them to have a nice long life together, too. Every day."

I shook my head. "You're something, Doc. Remind me never to get on
your bad side. I'll leave you to keep an eye on the place and go see if
my girl is ready to go."

He shook my hand and let me leave. As I walked back up the hall, I
wondered what Arthur had really been doing here and what he wanted from
Lisa's mother's house. The guy seemed a bit slimy. When I knocked at
the door, Lisa opened it. "Honey, we need to go."

"Okay," she said. "Let me say goodbye." Lisa bent over her mother and
kissed her cheek. "Mom, I'll be back soon. I love you. Goodbye, Ellen."
The older woman hugged Lisa and patted her back. When Lisa came back,
her eyes had tears in them but she wasn't crying.

I put an arm around her waist and walked out slowly with her. When we
got to the lobby, I waved at Doc. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up.
In the parking lot, I was looking at the various cars and people more
closely. "Someone else came to visit your mom today." I quickly passed
on the details as she became more alarmed.

When I was done, she shook her head. "What in the world does he have to
gain? All the valuables from her house are in storage, and I have the
keys. Hell, I have her keys, too. The nursing home doesn't have any of
that. What the hell is Arthur playing at?"

I kept looking around as she talked so I had a lead on the trouble when
it popped up. "You can ask him yourself. That is him over there, isn't
it?"

She turned to look with me at the ratty looking brown Ford Pinto with a
man that fit the description. He was glaring at us from behind the
steering wheel, his lank dark hair looking unwashed and dirty. "Shit!
It is him! What in the..."

The car started, not with a roar but more with a wheeze. With a clunk,
it started out of the parking spot it was backed into and limped toward
us. Not the fastest in the world but faster than we could run and he
gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles as his eyes glittered
with what seemed like an almost mad appearance.

I started running with her to the side of the lot and thought we would
make it until the car suddenly roared and shot ahead right at us,
accelerating hard. He was going to hit us before we could get to
safety!

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