“What do we have here?” Bill looked at another crime scene. The only evidence linking the first murder and the truck stop ones were the slit throats and finding them with their pants around their ankles. He was lucky with the ring before. As Bill looked at the body, he felt like something was wrong. The eyes weren’t glazed over, his mouth wasn’t in a smile. Something different went down here he thought.
“Officer Walsh, good to see you. Single homicide. Male. 25 it seems. Just like the others, that’s why we called you.” The woman officer told him. Bill bent to look at the face and down the body. He probably would’ve been good in bed. He notices there isn’t anything around his genitals. They’re perfectly clean. No lube, not a condom in sight. Not like the other crime scenes.
“Was there any kind of lube or maybe a condom in the trash?”
“Nope. He was exactly like this when we found him. Why?”
“I can’t explain it right now, but I don’t think this is connected with the others.”
“It’s the same MO.”
“Maybe. I need a blood screening to double-check everything is the same. Have the labs run the same tests and have them call me when they’re done. I’ll let you know my findings once they know.” Bill stood up to leave. He checked his phone. Derek had sent a picture, of him making dinner naked for the both of them with “Get here before it get’s cold.” text under it. He wanted nothing more that to go home and ravage his body. “I’ll call you.” He said as he slipped out to his police car. “Just leaving a scene. Something new popped up. Can’t wait to eat you.” He sent with a picture of his uniform partially unbuttoned. Bill didn’t know why, but he was crazy for him.
Bill drove home as quickly as he could. He couldn’t wait to get home to Derek. Maybe he should ask if Derek wants to move in with him Bill thought as he pulled into the drive way. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He didn’t bother knocking and just went right in. He took off his gun belt and placed it on the table in the entryway.
“Dinner is ready, so get your sweet ass in here.” Derek called from the kitchen.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Work was crazy.” Bill said as he walked into the kitchen buck naked.
“I see you joined in the no clothes party.”
“I never liked them anyway.” Bill said and kissed Derek, his hand sneaked down and he grabbed Derek’s ass.
Mmm. “No. Eat first, then you can play.” Derek slapped Bill in the chest playfully and went to pull his chair out at the table. “After you.”
“Thanks.” Bill sat in the chair. Derek brought the food and sat across from him. Bill began eating.
“So, what did you find?” Derek asked between bites.
“Another death. This time it’s exactly like what you do, but I feel like there are some slight differences.” Bill looked at him. Derek had fed today, but he made sure it was way out of town. “He was 25, not really your type from the previous kill…feedings, but it had the same MO. Was it you?”
“The description doesn’t ring a bell. You may get a call from out of town though.”
“Great, now I have two killers on the loose.”
“Hey, I’m doing this for you.” Derek finished and got up to take care of the dishes. Once Bill was done, he took his plate over to the sink and hugged Derek’s body from behind.
“I’m sorry.” Bill said and his hands began to roam across Derek’s body.”
“It’s okay, I just don’t want to hurt you, so others die. It would’ve happened anyway. I just don’t know how to feel about this other person. What excuse do they have?” Derek said and moved his soapy hands onto Bill’s.
“Depends, I’ve never dealt with a copy cat before.”