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Subject: {ASSM} The Lady in Blue Chapter 17 (MF, MFF, Slow, Romantic Mystery, Exhibitionism, Petting, Oral)
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An Erotic Vineyard Thriller. 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.

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"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga, (c) 2006 by Wine Maker

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Chapter Seventeen: The takedown.

Hawk's point of view

Jordan had just gone down when I heard a shot behind me and a slug
exploded into the ground beside my head. I rolled madly to my left as
more shots rang out. Arthur didn't seem smart enough to have fooled
us, so the bad guys must have tailed him. Too bad they weren't as
stupid as Arthur.

When the firing paused, I stopped and fired once toward the corner of
the house. It had no noticeable effect. So I waited, keeping an eye on
both sides of the house in case the shooter tried to sneak around.
Inside, I was worried about Ted and Lisa. Did they get away, was
someone holding them at gunpoint now, or worse?

I gathered myself to charge the corner when I heard a shout on the
other side of the house. "Police! Drop your weapon! Drop it! Do it!
Now!" Then I heard a shot. It sounded like a different gun than the
one that had been firing at me. Then there was the sound of someone
running. I aimed and waited.

"I'm coming around the house. Don't shoot," the voice that had
identified itself as police said. After Jordan, I wasn't sure I was
buying.

"Slow and easy," I shouted back. "Keep that weapon pointed
away."

When the man came around the house, I couldn't help myself. "Shit.
Why did it have to be you, Digger?"

Sure enough, there he was, funky mustache, hat and all. His pistol was
pointed straight up. "So, are you gonna shoot me or listen to what
I've got to say?" Digger asked. "And you'd better hurry up and
decide, because *they* have your friends."

I jumped up and ran over to him. "Let's go." When I rounded the
house, I saw another crumpled form, a man, lying near the bushes. This
was going to be tough to explain. In the distance, I could hear a siren
wailing, getting closer.

Digger led the way to his car and jumped in. I slid into the passenger
seat and we took off even while I was belting in. He consulted a
handheld device and drove. "You okay, Hawk? Not shot are you?"

"Where did that hokey accent go? Why shouldn't I just pop you one
right in the mouth?" I asked with some heat.

"Well, I kin a get 'er back iffin that's what you want." He
said with a grin. "Or I can just cut the crap and fill you in. Your
call."

"I bet you think you're clever, Asshole. Give me the details." I
said with resignation.

"There's good news and bad news. The good news is that you've
been cleared in my investigation. Not the shooting, but the real
investigation."

"Real investigation? What *real* investigation? Do you think my
investigation isn't real?" I managed through clenched teeth.
"Let's not even discuss that someone's been trying to kill my
friends and me, too. Or did you miss that part?"

"Now, now..." Digger started.

"Don't placate me, Dick Cheese! Why are you *really* here?" I
demanded.

"Police have been suspected of 'losing' drug money in vice and
homicide," he said, "both in Houston and Galveston. Not just from
the cities, either, but from both counties as well. I suspected someone
in the DA's office was involved in both places, too. When the
shooting took place at the vineyard, I didn't know if you were part
of it or not, so I had to keep you in the dark."

Digger swerved out onto the main street and upped the acceleration. He
slapped a bubble light on the roof and we took off.

"Why the hokey accent and being an asshole?" I asked.

"The accent was to make everyone disregard me as in inbred defective
that wasn't a threat. The asshole is natural," he added with a
grin. "Ask anyone that works with the Rangers. I called in the
shooting back there and told them officers were in pursuit of
kidnapping suspects. I was watching when it all went to shit and came
in as fast as I could."

"You were watching? Shit. Well, maybe that might help me some.
Captain Jordan was one of *them*. He's dead back there," I added.
"The Galveston DA is part of it, and some guy named Bill Tanner.
Older white guy."

He nodded. "I'll run the name and see if any likely bolt holes pop
out. I tagged the van with a tracer before I knew what they were going
to do. Looks like they are fifteen miles or so up road."

"What the fuck is with that, anyway. You broke into my house and
planted one on my bike," I said with a suspicious look.

"Look in the glove box."

I opened it and looked inside. Under the Twinkies there were several
folded pieces of paper. I pulled them out and gave them the once-over.
A warrant for my house and vehicles, and the same for Ted and Lisa. All
signed by a judge out of Dallas. It included wire taps and vehicle
traces.

"What the hell? What probable cause could you possibly have on us!
This is bullshit!" I shouted, waving the warrants around.

He glanced over at me. "You really need to see someone about those
anger management issues. Police corruption, prosecuting attorneys on
the make, county funds disappearing in both Harris and Galveston
Counties. You all made yourselves valid subjects for a warrant. You'd
have done the same, so don't bullshit me. You do what you have to do
to bring down the bad guys."

He picked up the microphone for his radio and called dispatch.
"Dispatch, 2431. I need a records check on a Tanner
Tom-Adam-Nora-Nora-Edward-Robert, first of Bill or William, license
unknown, DOB unknown. I want connections to any separatist or militia
outfits. Also, run plates on a van, gray, tag number Boy-24-John-3-Tom.
I also need any addresses in this area."

"2431, standby," the woman on the other end said.

"Now," Digger commented as he sped onto the interstate, "that
tracer on the van isn't quite legal, but we'll just keep that to
ourselves, okay?"

"What's the plan, then? They have Ted and Lisa. They have more than
a few members and are anxious to use violence. If you can't admit to
tracing them, you can't call for backup."

"Easy as pie," he said. "We track them and scope the place out.
If it's on the property list, we go from there. If not, I'll
improvise. I'm real good at improvisation, Little Lady."

"Don't call me that or I'll pound you."

He grinned as he swerved around a semi. "After you sent me tracking
the Hells Angels, I think you deserved a little payback. I thought they
were going to chase me all the way back to Houston. That's wasn't
very nice."

"Fuck you," I said genially.

"Not with a stolen dick," he sneered conversationally.

The drive led us north of the metro area and toward a northern rural
zone. While we drove, I filled him in on what we had learned. Dispatch
called Digger back with a listing of properties connected to Tanner,
William, associated with a splinter group of an organization called the
Republic of Texas - a militia group seeking the independence of Texas
from the United States. One of the properties was just ahead of us in
the direction we were traveling.

Digger cut the siren and lights and went quiet. "They might spot us
in the rear view mirror, so we go silent. I'd rather we take them
before they get into their hole. They probably have weapons and all
kinds of crap in there. If they beat us, we can wait for backup and
smoke them out or go right in."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "If we let them hole up, they'll
keep the hostages and likely kill them. If they make it in, we go in
fast with backup on the way."

He nodded. "I'd do the same. You should reload. I have a spare
piece under the seat and some shotguns in the trunk. I have a vest but
only one. You take it."

I laughed at him. "I'd fit inside it like a supermodel in a barrel.
Keep it." I took the spare piece and slid it into my belt. Then, I
swapped out the partially used magazine for a fully loaded one.

We took an exit that led off into the boonies towards Tanner's
property. There was no sign of the van, but that didn't mean squat
with all the twists and turns the road was taking. Five miles or so, I
thought. "Punch it. We need to be right on their ass when they get
there. With any luck, we won't have any more - company. Let's not
let them get a lever on us."

He nodded and kicked it. We flew around curves like an Indianapolis 500
driver. "The turn off to get to the place should be less than half a
mile in front of us."

We popped over the last hill and saw the van make the turn onto a dirt
road. "Do it! Run up their ass and I'll call for backup."

I grabbed his microphone and started calling in the location and
details. I used his call number to keep the questions to a minimum.
They told us to hold for backup and I just shook my head. Right. Like
that was gonna happen.

When we slammed into the dirt road, I thought the axle was going to rip
off. The trees and shrubs were seriously overgrown and a pall of dust
obscured the uneven ground. That didn't seem to bother Digger. He
just powered into it and bounced along the road.

The bright flash of brake lights in front of us gave a bit of warning
just as Digger screeched to a halt and rolled out. Through the haze of
dirt, I could see two men yank open the back doors of the van. One of
them pulled Lisa out and started dragging her back towards a
cinderblock building that reminded me of a fortress. No way he was
going in there with her.

"Take the other one! I'm on Lisa," I shouted to Digger and ran
across the road. The shouts and then gunshots behind me were his
problem now. I had at least one hostile to take out and a friend to
save.

When he was about ten feet from the door with the struggling Lisa, I
shot the door. "Freeze! Let her go!"

The old man whirled around and slapped a large military-style knife to
Lisa's throat. "Well, Lieutenant Hawkins, once more we meet with
your friends between you and me. Put the weapon down or I slit her
throat."

I didn't budge one inch, my pistol sights framing his face just
beside Lisa's terrified eyes. "Give it up, Tanner. We have you, and
your associates, dead bang guilty. There are other police enroute here,
and you won't get away. We know all about the money. Drop the knife
and make it easier on yourself. Zed is already in custody," I lied.

Tanner smiled nastily. "Unlikely. You seem to be under the mistaken
impression that you're in control here. One flip of my wrist and your
little friend bleeds out. Drop the gun," he said, his eyes hard and
just a little crazy.

"If you kill her, you die here and now. If I let you take her in
there, she's as good as dead, too," I said firmly, trying to quell
the sick rolling my stomach was doing. "You have two ways out if
this. Giving up or in a body bag. Your choice."

"I don't recognize your authority," he sneered. "This is my
state and I'm the duly elected President of the Republic of Texas.
You are committing treason and the penalty for that is death. Put down
that pistol and I'll commute that sentence to life in prison."

Yeah. A whack job.

"Is that your final answer?" I asked, sounding a bit like Regis.

"Do you think you can take me out without me killing this pretty
young woman? Those are your options. Kill me and her, or let me go with
her. Decide." He said.

"Okay. You win. I'm putting down my..." My weapon bucked in my
hand as I fired. His throat exploded in red. He dropped like a puppet
with his strings cut as Lisa screamed and ran to me, her face and body
splattered with his blood. I held her and watched him blink, listening
to the choking noises he made. His spine was blown out and he was dying
without being able to move.

I turned when I heard a noise behind us and saw Digger looking on.
"The other one's down. I've called for an ambulance for
Stansbury, just as a precaution."

"It's over, Lisa," I said quietly, holding her close. Together we
approached Tanner and I kicked the knife away from his nerveless
fingers more out of habit than concern. His eyes glazed over and death
took Calvin's murderer. I looked at the house and could see the door
was locked with a padlock on the outside. No one inside.

"Let's go back to Ted and wait for the medics," I said. "This
one's done." We walked back to van, leaving Tanner in a pool of his
own blood. Lisa sat there, stroking Ted's face until the EMT's
arrived just after our backup. Digger recovered his tracker and I
looked the other way. He had come through, and I wasn't going to
quibble.

The next few days were long and a bit confusing. The records inside the
camp house served up quite a number of people in various governmental
posts and police agencies. There was also a large cache of weapons that
the government frowned on people, outside of the military, having in
their possession.

Some of the birds flew the coop, but most of them were taken down
without incident. Lisa's boss, Zed, was one of the latter. I hear he
looked mighty shocked when Murphy took him into custody. Good.

Ted was admitted to the hospital for observation and released the next
day. Lisa and I stayed with him overnight. The doctors assured us that
he would be fine and just needed some rest. He had a nice bump on his
head. Lisa and I talked into the night about everything under the sun.
Ted was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

The next morning, I went in to see Vice Chief Kruger at his request. I
wondered why I was meeting him in homicide rather than in his office. I
knew I'd be able to tell what was going to happen by the way the
detective's bull pen reacted to me as the uniform escorted me through
and into Jordan's old office. When they looked away from me and
pretended I wasn't even there, it chilled me to the bone. It
couldn't be good.

Kruger was in the chair behind the desk and motioned me in when the
officer knocked on the door. "Come in, Hawk. You can go, officer.
Thank you. Close the door behind you."

I stepped in nervously. From the blank look in his eyes, I was in a lot
of trouble. He motioned to the chair and I sat down stiffly.

"I've been going over the complaints filed by everyone from some
guy in a bar outside of town to the Texas City Police Department. The
guy in the bar complained about your ladylike manners and Texas City is
mighty pissed at you for leaving dead bodies all over the place. We
won't even talk about the folks at Seawolf Park." He closed a
folder and laid his hand on top of it.

He let me stew for a few moments.  "I can't believe you let things
get so out of hand, Hawk," he finally said with a shake of his head.

My mouth was a dry as cotton. "I... I accept full responsibility for
it, Chief. It was a goat fuck and I blew it."

"I called in a boat load of favors to smooth the waters over this,"
he said after another long stare. "A lot of favors. I'm going to
expect better from you in the future or I'll fire you myself."

My heart leapt into my throat. Did he just say....

Kruger opened the desk drawer and pulled out my shield and weapon and
slid them across the desk, smiling. "Your department rep went to the
mat for you with the review board. They overturned your firing based on
so many reasons that I couldn't begin to go into. I want a full
report of all this crap on my desk by eighteen hundred hours,
Lieutenant Hawkins, and then you are to take two weeks of all that
vacation you have been hoarding."

"Yes, sir! Your desk?" I asked with a bit of confusion.
"Shouldn't that be to Jordan's replacement?"

"The mayor has decided that I will do him more good back in charge of
homicide." Then he fixed me with a glare. "If you ever let things
get so out of whack and don't tell me, I'll kick your lesbian ass
all the way uptown. Do you hear me, Hawk?"

"Hell, yes!"

"Get out of my sight!" He growled with a smile.

I didn't ask twice. The detectives in the bull pen hooted and
hollered when I came back out and I was mobbed by detectives all they
way back to my desk. I think I was in shock, really.

Between everyone stopping in to wish me well, I managed to get it all
written up and shot a copy off to Kruger. Then beat feet and got out of
there. Part of me wanted to stay, but I knew Kruger wasn't kidding
about the vacation. I'd go out to the vineyard and see what they were
going to do in the interim.

Ted and Lisa were sitting outside on the porch, sipping on some tea
when I arrived.

"Hawk!" Lisa cried as she ran out to hug me. "We just heard you
got your job back! I'm so happy for you!"

I held her and smiled. "Yeah. I'm still all jelly inside thinking
about it. How's Studly doing and what about your job?"

She grinned at me. "Grouchy and I'm still employed. I figure that
I'm going to give him a few days to recover and then drag him off to
get some relaxation away from all the media." She frowned a little.
"And get away from the process servers that damned bastard Price is
trying to sic on us. He's suing *us*!"

I gave Ted a kiss and sat down at the table. "Screw him. You'll
hand him his ass. I'll have to come up with something to do, too.
Kruger told me to take two weeks off before I could come back in. Maybe
I'll go down to Mexico."

She looked at Ted and quirked an eyebrow. "We're making a trip to
Las Vegas in three days. Can we invite her, Ted?"

He smiled. "Sure. I think it'd be fun."

"Are you sure? You two should have some time alone." I said, torn.

"We don't have to hang out all the time. Let's take a week and go
see Vegas." Ted said.

I didn't like having no idea how I had gotten someplace, but that's
how I woke up in a Vegas shower.

I remembered coming to Vegas last week. The place was all it was
cracked up to be and less. A real contrast between high class and low.
Anything you wanted, you could get, and it showed. Bright, fast and
decadent. I loved it all, and did it all, without doing anything
illegal.

We - Ted, Lisa and me - hit all the big casinos and the strip.
Party goers having a good time thronged the streets. We kept a fairly
low profile for a couple of days so that Ted could get back up to
speed. He had been pretty banged up in the mess down in Houston last
week. Then we decided to have a big night out on the town and see what
we could find to do while getting totally trashed and without getting
arrested.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea I'd ever had. At least, that was my
thought as I woke up in the shower. I felt like I had been run over by
a truck and the bathroom reeked of worship to the porcelain god.
Actually, I smelled that way, too. I groaned and pulled myself to my
feet slowly. I was mostly dressed but my shoes and underwear were
missing. My dress was messy, but intact. Why I was there was anyone's
guess, but since I was I might as well wash the remnants of last
night's wild partying off myself.

I stripped slowly and carefully, holding onto the wall to keep the room
from spinning. Turning on the water, I soaked my pounding head and
scrubbed the worst of the stench off of me. I thought I had learned
this lesson in college. Hangovers should be avoided at all costs. I had
only the very vaguest of memories of last night. Lots of drinking,
walking (staggering really) up and down streets. Various clubs, cabs
and throbbing music. And... I rubbed my head. And Lisa in a white
dress.

I stood bolt upright in the shower. A wedding dress! Still soapy, I
turned off the water and slid into a robe before going out into the
main room. One of the two beds was still made and the other was torn
all to hell. Arms and legs still protruded from the sheets. A woman's
hand was on top and there was a gold ring on her wedding finger. Shit.

"Lisa, Ted. Wake up." I called out in a voice that made my own head
throb. Groans came from under the covers. I grabbed the duvet and
flipped it back. Ted and Lisa were both partially naked and tangled
together. She lay on top of him, her long blonde hair spread over his
muscular torso. Ted had a ring on his finger, too. Double shit.

"Wake up." I shook them and they groaned. "I'm not kidding.
Wake up." Nada. I
pulled a mostly empty bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and set
it down. Then I dumped the ice water on them. That did the trick. With
screams, yells, and creative curses, both scrambled out of bed.

"What the hell was that about, Hawk?" Lisa moaned, grabbing her
head. Ted didn't even try to speak, he just held his head as though
it would fall off.

"Look at your hands. Both of you."

Lisa looked at her hands and focused in on the ring with a look of
confusion. "Where the hell did that come from?" Ted didn't seem
to grasp the meaning of the ring either.

"I don't know, but I have a vague memory of you in a wedding
dress," I said. "Did we visit one of those speedy chapels?"

Lisa blinked at me owlishly as I reached into the bed and picked up a
used condom, with the end split, and tossed it into the trash. "I
don't think so," she said. "I don't really remember much after
we started clubbing. God, my head's pounding. I've never had so
much to drink."

"Ted? How about you tell us what happened last night?" I asked.

He pulled himself together, though he was still staring at the ring.
"I don't remember either." He looked at Lisa. "Did we get
married?"

Lisa picked up a towel and scrubbed her face. "I dunno, but I think
the real question is *who* got married?" Ted and I looked at her in
confusion until she grabbed my hand and put it in front of my face.

I stared at the same style gold ring as they wore, snuggled onto my own
ring finger. Triple shit!




Please check out book two of this series, Finding Elvis, as well!
Thanks for reading!

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