Big Bad Easy Read Online Free Page A

with his, hot from exertion even with the mild October weather. The touch sent a shock to his cock, which he wouldn’t have thought possible as he exercised. Activity was his way of steering clear from complicated relationships. Perhaps it was like a drug that had stopped working. He either needed more exercise or sex with Zara, and the last one wasn’t an option. She probably wouldn’t even consider it with her low opinion of cops. He glanced at the woman. Tall, blonde, medium sized breasts jiggling in time with her legs.
    “Ah, um.” He struggled to think of anything but her sweaty, naked breasts bouncing as she rode his dick. He coughed to cover his moan of desire. Hell, he’d never wanted any woman this badly, not even that curvy, burlesque dancer he’d dated for a while.
    “Sergeant?”
    That title brought him out of his fantasy. “Call me James.”
    “I thought it was Jameson.”
    “It is.”
    “I’ll call you that,” she said, as if she didn’t need permission from him. “I like it better.”
    “Fine with me.” Back to his analytical mind, which he could keep only if he didn’t chance a glance at the paragon of fitness beside him. He asked about the young men she said shouldn’t be suspects. “Where do they work? Which one is your local bar?”
    She told him, and he wondered why she chose that one. There were classier bars along the same street that was full of boutiques, restaurants, and pubs. But, people gravitated to different places based on criteria that varied so widely. He’d have to walk into the place to see what vibe it carried. She’d said she was from up north, so maybe she liked the industrial feel or something he’d not noticed about the joint. He’d definitely go check out the place and maybe ask the manager about Marcus and Tim. She might not suspect them, but he did. In fact, out of everyone he’d seen today, those two were at the top.
    “You can also count out that guy.” She nudged him with her elbow, sending another shiver of need through him.
    A man in his late-thirties, average height and black hair walked toward them with his arms out in a stretching movement. “You sure? He doesn’t even look dressed for exercise.”
    “Yeah, that was my first thought, but then I talked to him. He’s simple. You know.” She gestured with her hands, but he shook his head unable to catch her meaning. “Mentally challenged, low IQ. He’s mimicking all of us, and it’s not an act. He’s like this with everyone. I even met his caretaker.”
    “I always say special needs, seems to cover a lot.” A worry niggled at him. “You may want to stop approaching people that you suspect. What if you’re right one day, and the man recognizes you? He might decide you need shutting up, and that doesn’t always mean killing you.”
    “Aren’t you an optimist?”
    “Realist. Years have taught me that. You’re an Amazon, but a crazed man thinking he’s caught won’t care a thing about that.”
    She grunted and pursed her lips. Her feet shuffled a bit. “All right, but I won’t promise anything. I’m obsessed with this.”
    “Now I’m on the case. Stop obsessing. I’ll find who did it. I always do.”
    “Have you ever not solved a case?”
    She just had to ask that. She had to bring to mind the one murder case he’d been lead on that had stumped all of them. He’d asked to be reassigned after a year of no real leads and huge scandal producing dead ends. After one bar fight with the brother of a suspect, the captain granted his request. For the past five years, Jameson had only taken the cases not involving murders. He counted that case as the one that broke him. “Just one.”
    “A pretty good track record then. I’ll see what I can do about turning my obsession onto something else.”
    He couldn’t keep himself from fishing. Who kept this woman entertained at night? “I’m sure the boyfriend would appreciate your attention.”
    “Don’t have one, and I’m not looking.