Blood Obsession: Little girl lost

Hank Martin was very serious. The platoon leader with white hair and moustache with crystal blue eyes passed out the picture of five-year old Mariel Santos. She wen missing three hours before in the Linden Houses. All incoming officers were assigned to aid in the door to door search. 19 buildings and over 4000 residents was a lot of ground to cover. Bobbi listened to her partner. “Keep on your toes, most people will cooperate to look for a little girl but.” “But ten percent will not.” Bobbi grimly repeated her partners frequent reminder.

Four other police officers were assigned to search one of the eight story buildings with Steve and Bobbi. Outside it was freezing and a cold rain fell steadily. Inside the heat in the hallways burned hot.  The sweat pooled under her arms and across her forehead. She was assigned with her partner to search the seven and eighth floor as well as the roof top.

The roof was desolate and cold. The wind whipped and the rain burned their faces. It was also black. Holding her flash light beside her head in her right hand, she maintained a right side to wall search. Steve went to his left. The roof appeared was a hangout. Cigarette butts, beer cans, food wrappers, an occasional condom littered the ground. “Blech ” She wiped the icy rain from her eyes. The refrigerator was lying on its side. It’s white walls reflected the light. Bobbi approached it with dread. A hasp held it closed. With her leather gloved hand, she released it.  There she was still wearing her hot pink bubble coat and her white boots. In her hand was her favorite baby doll. Mariel was dead.

She wasn’t released until dawn. Statements and reports and more statements consumed the rest of her shift and more of the next. Her head pounded, her heart ached and her stomach was tied into knots. “The hasp was locked, someone put her there.” She repeated over and over to the detectives. She sat at the diner eating sickeningly  sweet chocolate chip pancakes with a few colleagues. Hunter Rollings did his best to help her shake off the sight. Her eyes only yielded pain. She tossed her money into the pot to pay the check and stood to rise. “Lemme give you a ride home?” He lived on Long Island and had a car. She regularly took the subway. She nodded.

Six am and the city was waking up. Her parents penthouse was a far cry from the desolation of that cold roof top. “Want me to walk you in? You okay?” Hunter, a four-year veteran eyed Bobbi cautiously. “No.” Tears started to fall.

Her double bed was covered by a rich cream coverlet. Pillows in beige tones sat carefully arranged lay carefully against the fabric covered headboard. A modern bedside table sat on either side. Each held a modern brass lamp covered in a beige simple shade. A modern desk and chair littered with mail sat in a corner overlooking the beauty of Manhattan. Hunter pulled the comforter back, pressing Bobbi into the layer of soft pillows. He kissed her tear-stained face. His kisses were sweet and soft. Her lips met his with a needy demand to try to forget the sight of that little angel. He pulled his tee-shirt off and straddled her. His hands reached under the edges of her cashmere sweater and lifted it and unhooked her bra pulling both in one fluid motion over her head. “You are so beautiful.” His mouth suckled her nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth. He moved and repeated it on her other. Bobbi reached for his face and pulled his head to her mouth. They kissed letting their tongues dance. Hunter smiled at her his tongue licking her lips still tasting like syrup. He pulled on her lower lip. Bobbi pressed her hips against him. His arousal pressing against her and the confines of her jeans.

Bobbi wrapped her legs around him and pulling him close rolled carrying Hunter with her. She kissed her way down his neck, to his chest where she nuzzled the dark brown hair covering his chest. Bobbi looked at him with wanton eyes. She slid off the bed yanking off her jeans and panties. Naked she stood in front of him, her lips parted her breathing deep and heavy. Hunter rolled of the bed and picked her up dropping her unceremoniously into the pillows. She giggled at her lover as he dropped his jeans to the floor. “Commando!” She continued to giggle. “That can be dangerous.” “It’s going to be for you baby.” He crawled back on the bed and took possession of her body.

Read the story about Bobbi Wallace as she discovers true love and fights obsession.

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Blood Obsession: To serve and protect

Steve Canton walked in to the turn out room. A new class graduated four days before and he was getting his new probie. The senior officers in the bunch all took bets on which one of their babies was going to screw up first.

Bobbi exited the locker room fresh and new. Her uniform was pressed and her equipment was shiny and polished. She was part of the 105 assigned to the 7-5. It was a combination of housing projects and apartment complexes in the East New York section of Brooklyn. It was also one of the largest and highest crime areas in the city. Inspector Todd Sylvestri stood before the 4-12 shift. “I want to welcome you to the best trained and best prepared police department in New York. What you do here in this precinct is a direct reflection on me and your fellow officers. I expect you to keep your ears open and your eyes always seeking.” He turned the podium over to the platoon commander. Hank Martin made quick work and handed out assignments. Despite her hook, she did not avoid being put in an IMPACT precinct. Rookies were assigned to the highest crime areas.

Steve Canton, married father of three smiled at the “pretty young thing.” She was going to attract  the wrong kind of attention on the streets. She wore her hair tied in a tight braid and wrapped into a bun. Her hazel eyes glittered with first day apprehension. “Hi, I’m Bobbi Wallace.” She extended her hand. Steve was shocked at the strength in her grip. “Welcome to the 7-5. Ready to learn?” His question was warm not patronizing like some of the other senior guys.” “Lead the way.”

The afternoon was crisp and cold. The sun shined brilliantly reflecting of the natural red highlights in her hair. “90 percent of the folks here are good hard-working people, ten percent are what we worry about. They give us all the problems. 4-12 is two different worlds. The working folks go home and the gangs come out to play. The Pink houses and the Linden Houses are in a war. Keep your eyes open and your hands ready.”

Canton eased the patrol car between two cars that were driving like idiots on Fulton Avenue. The white caddy and the black van were weaving in an out of traffic cutting each other off. “Looks like road rage. Let’s see if we can calm these two down”

The driver in the Cadillac claimed that he was driving with traffic when the black van cut him off. “And you couldn’t just let it go?” Cantob shook his head. “Stay here.” He instructed the driver after taking his license. Carefully they approached the van. “Pay attention, we cannot see inside like the car.” He cautioned. The driver stepped from the van. He was shorter than Steve but out weighed Bobbi by at least 75 lbs. He smelled paint and thinner.  Spying Bobbi, he smiled perversely and reached to touch her.”Mira mamá sexy. Quiero ver qué hay debajo del uniforme que.” Bobbi laughed and responded in perfect Spanish. “Mantenga las manos a sí mismo o NO ME graba tu pene y lo pegamos en la cabeza como un unicornio.” The man immediately stopped and acted quite docile. Minutes later they were sent on their way in opposite directions.

Steve looked at her with questioning eyes. “You want to share?” Bobbi shrugged still laughing. “He wanted to know what I looked like without the uniform. I just told him if he didn’t keep his hands to himself, I would make him a unicorn.” “Nice job kiddo., Nice job.”

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Blood Obsession: Day at the range

The sun beat down on them. Its orange ball breathed fire. Bobbi stood with her cadet class listening to Sargent Curtis Montgomery from the firearms and tactics section speak about gun safety. This was the first live shoot at the Rodman’s Neck range. Bobbi stared at the basic circular paper target. They would be asked to hit center mass at the target. The statistics were appalling as most police officers could not hit the side of a barn in a crisis situation. “Concentration and focus.” Montgomery prattled on. Her group took position at the firing point. The instructors paced behind them. Goggles and ear protection on. Bobbi noticed Ken Wells two positions to her left. His hands were shaking. She shook her head. “Poor guy.” She thought as she gazed at another female cadet. Brittany Wilton.  Bottle blonde with a brain like a box of rocks. She thought her way through the academy was to shake and shimmy. “No wonder these guys think women cannot cut it.” Suddenly she felt warm breath against her neck, “Ready Wallace?” Ken George stood behind her. Gorgeous to look at. Ken stood like an Adonis. His ego matched his swagger. She was now the boar he was hunting. He towered above her and closed into her personal space. “It’s just your first time. Do not worry if you don’t do well. We can arrange for some extra practice if you need to.” “Thank you sir.” Bobbi bristled and stemmed the eye roll and the desire to kick him in the balls.

She checked her weapon. The Glock 19 9mm with 15 rounds was comfortable in her hand. This was not the first time she shot a pistol. “Eye wear on, Ear protection in, All Clear, Ready, Fire.” Montgomery commanded. Bobbi raised the pistol and fired. She sighted the first bullet as it pierced the target dead center.  Stifling the smile, she fired the remaining bullets in a perfect circle at the 2 inch radius. Upon completion, she placed the weapon down. “You are full of surprises Wallace.” Ken George sneered into her hair. Bobbi raised an eyebrow. “Yes sir.”

The long day complete Bobbi returned to her parent’s penthouse. She dropped her pack and collapsed onto the stunning black couch plopping her feet on the glass coffee table. She starred exhaustedly at the city skyline. “This would kill them.” Her eyes closed as she fell into a deep sleep.

Blood Obsession

The offshore breeze blew softly. The sails of the boat rippled gently in the wind. Bobbi lay dozing on the deck. Her eyes dampened by tears of her last memories of Erik. She loved him and tomorrow would keep her solemn    promise. The police academy beckoned her to begin a new life. Today she remembered his touch. His caress made her quake with desire. They made love that last morning together. His naked body glistened with sweat from their passion. She watched him leave their apartment never to feel his breath against her again.