A Strange Investigation  
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When an investigation gets Strange


A Strange Investigation

WHACK! OOOUUUHHH! He wobbled, that had been a hard hit and maybe it was just
one too many for him. His legs were all over the place now and seemed as if
they were just about to give up on him. Which wouldn't be took much of a shock
as he'd taken quite a hammer so far and wasn't going to last too much longer,
SMACK! Another blow and another one unseen by him as his head was filled and
gripped with this whirling hazy mist, which just now he couldn't focus
through. And it was that blow that sent him down onto one knee and just when
it now seemed as if it was all over for him, RING! RING!

Samantha almost grunted angrily as she looked over to her phone, she hated
being disturbed, especially when she was on a roll, so to speak. The woman,
the blond with her short fair hair, the one with the fit body, firm and strong
body, as this man was finding out, much to his discomfort. The woman who was
in her early 30's, well 34, but don't tell anyone, the woman who thought she
had the afternoon off! She picked up her phone, saw who was calling and,
"What?" There was a short but informative description for the reason for the
call, as the caller knew all too well not to waste the woman's time with idle
'chit chat' like 'Hi Sam, how are you?' That wouldn't be the thing to do with
this woman.

She listened, took it all in, gave a quick glace over to the man who, still
down on one knee, was taking this time to take a breather and work out what
the hell he was going to do next. "I'll be there in half an hour." The blond,
dressed in just her tight black sports shorts and matching black crop top,
which exposed some of the delights of her trim fair body, those legs, her abs,
arms and shoulders. Plus, that cleavage that was also on display. All this
firm female form now moved back towards the man, who at this point had put his
arm out and looked as if he was trying to push himself back up, and, WHACK!

Samantha sent her body around as she got close, that toned leg of hers, came
round and her bare foot went crashing into the side of the man's face. Just as
he thought he'd been given a reprieve, a way out, and was allowed back up
again. It was a good solid blow and shook him, it shook him badly, but still
it was a very good blow. Samantha was annoyed that her afternoon off had been
disturbed and took it out on him. The blow was hard and sent into just the
right place to shake and then drop him down fully to the floor of her
apartment.

His body jolted a bit as it lay there on the floor, but for the woman she
didn't notice as she now had other things on her mind. So, turned and went off
to shower, change and then get off to 'work!' She was all done in a few
minutes; with her job she was used to getting calls all the time, at any time
of the day or night, then have to 'drop' everything, or finish with anyone!
And then in a moment, she'd have to get ready and leave. So, it wasn't that
much later when Samantha was ready. She picked up a few bits like her phone,
stood there in the living room for a second just to double check she had
everything and was about to leave when the man on the floor gave a groan.
'Dame, almost forgotten about him!"

She looked around as if wondering, trying to think where she'd put ... ... !
Arrh! Remembering, she moved over to the bureau that was against the far wall.
Going there, hunting around in the draws for a moment or two, and then she
found the set of handcuffs she was sure where there! Now with these she went
back to the groggy man on the floor, the one dressed in just his pair of trunk
underwear. Now Samantha leant down, quickly snapping those handcuffs onto one
of his writs. She pulled on him, dragging him along over the exposed wooden
floor and to another far wall. Getting there she pulled his arm and him
upwards so she could attach the other end of that handcuff to a very solid
looking exposed metal pole coming out the wall. 'There he's going nowhere',
now she really was ready to leave!

The apartment that Samantha had was probably the one that was the most sort
after in the building. Which was an old warehouse that had been transformed
into a 'luxury living area', a set of stylish apartments. Our woman had the
top apartment, the whole floor in this particular part of the building. The
one with all the original brick work walls on display, the open beams in the
exposed roof and original wrought iron metal work in the high ceiling and
walls. That metal work that the man there was now handcuffed too. Plus, it had
its own private lift, the kind with the sliding shutter gates, that again had
been part of the original warehouse. It was quite a place and defiantly had
its own unique style. But all this original, bare, basic style, the private
lift, and it position at the top in this part of the building, made this an
expensive, sort after, exclusive apartment. And it was Samantha's apartments!
But today instead of using her own private lift that led down into the
basement area, her own area where her car was, she had enough time to use the
stairs today!

The stairs that went down through the building and allowed the woman to
'interact' or just see, depending on her mood, the others that lived here in
this select set of apartments. As she lived at the top, in the best apartment
it did give her a sense of superiority over the others who lived there as she
walked past them. Plus, as she passed them by, they might give her a 'hello'
as she walked by, and if she felt in the mood, she might even acknowledge them
back.

But now as she made her way down the stairs, there was no one for her to gloat
over, not until that is, she got down to the second floor and there was a
quite nice and a bit younger brunette. A woman who'd obviously been out
shopping looking by the bags she had with her and who was now frantically
trying to fumble through her handbag to find her keys. There was a slight 'Hi'
as Samantha went past from the woman but the brunette was more interested in
finding those 'bloody keys of hers!' Which was all made more frustrating as
her boyfriend should be inside and at home and would, should be able to let
here in. But he wasn't answering her knocks on the door, and she was getting
angry!

With no luck finding her keys she got her phone and was calling her boyfriend,
getting angrier and angrier with each ring as he wasn't picking up, "were the
bloody hell, are you?" that would the message he'd hear when he finally picked
his phone up! Samantha smiled as she went down the last set of stairs, she
'knew' that the brunette would be there for a while, a long while as this
woman's boyfriend was the hurt man that was now handcuffed to the exposed
meatal work up in the blonds apartment! So, when he finally got to speak to
his 'girlfriend', well that'll be an interesting conversation, wouldn't it!

As she made her way to her car Samantha wondered where the man had left his
phone. It would be up in the apartment of course, in the pockets of his jeans
probably, with the rest of his clothes, that were in a pile and out of his
reach right now. She also wondered if he was now in anyway conscious enough to
hear his phone going off, and what would be going through his mind as it
constantly rang and rang?

As Samantha got to and in her car, up in the blonds apartment and the man
there could hear through his mushed up head a ringing sound, a constant
ringing sound. And something just told him, he knew exactly what it was and
who it was, and the only thing he could think of was, 'how the hell do I get
out of this one?'

Once in her car, she was off and then it didn't take Samantha long to get to
where she was going. When she got there she pulled up, got out and walked over
to the address, the house that her caller on the phone had told her about. The
road was one of those that was made up of some very well to do properties.
Large, expensive and stylish houses that even Samantha could be envious of.
This was a road full of bankers, solicitors, a couple of minor celebrities, a
judge, a writer, businessmen of various important companies and of course a
doctor or two. It was 'that' kind of a road, it was a road, an address that
had its own kind of class. A rich kind of class that is and it was somewhere
that this woman felt she could be at home here.

The area around this one particular house in this posh, upper class road, the
one she was heading towards, was obviously the centre of a lot of local
interest. There were a few people stood near to their front doors, trying not
to make it too obvious as they looked on, watching what was happening in
'their road!' And this 'interest' as to what had happened here was also shared
by the local police, who were also there in force!

Samantha carried on towards the police line that had been set up to stop any
unauthorised personnel for getting too close to the scene of the crime! But
she was still in the dark as to what had fully gone on here. Her 'colleague'
had been quite brief on the phone and as she wasn't one to jump to
conclusions, she needed to find out the fact for herself. As she approached
the policeman who was stood on this side of the police incident tape. The tape
with the words 'do not cross' in bold, the tape that had cordoned off the
area. As she got close, she pulled her hand out of her pocket and held up her
ID.

She didn't stop, or give him time to examine it, but this policeman just knew,
without seeing the ID closer, who she was. He'd been 'warned' that 'she' was
on her way and had been excepting her. But for this officer, it was his first
time coming across Detective Sergeant Savage. He'd of course heard all about
her, but not seen her, in the flesh so to speak, before. But from what he
could see, as the light was just starting to fade a bit now, she looked every
bit the part he'd been told. His eyes followed her as she dipped down under
the tape and then carried on towards, firstly the abandoned car in the road
and then off towards the house where a number of other officers where all
gathered near to.

DS Savage, Samantha was a woman of average height, maybe a couple of
millimetres taller, but that was all. With her short blond hair, the woman was
in her early to mid-30's and was quite a good-looking woman. She wasn't
gorgeous, but she was indeed good looking and anyone would take at least a
second look at her that was for sure. The police office watching her saw she
was dressed in pair of black ankle boots with high heels, a stylish and
expensive pair. Then there were jeans, the blue and the designer kind with a
rip here and there, that added to their expense. Going up she wore a light
brown leather jacket and this 'look', casual, stylish, well it did suite her
well. But it wasn't the 'regulation' dress code for a female Detective, but
then again that dress code hadn't been written with Samantha Savage in mind!

As she moved closer towards the house the office on duty at the cordon turned
back to concentrate on his duties. He thought to himself that she looked
everything he'd been told, and that made him grin. But he made sure he grinned
only when he'd turned away as he sensed by the look on her face, that she
could very easily and sharply take his grin away from him! That look on her
face was one of concentration and uninterest at the same time, the look of a
woman not to be messed with or to mess around. Especially by a silly male
grin. But even so there were still men out there that thought, that as she was
female, 'just' a woman. That they could take that opportunity and 'mess' with
her! But the men who did think that way, tended to regret that train of
thought!

But right now, as Samantha approached the group of officers stood there and as
they saw 'who' this was. They instantly parted to allow her through and up to
the main door of the large house. There at the door and just finishing a call
was Detective Constable Short, the first officer, detective on the scene and
at this moment he was 'in charge' until someone better, or more senior officer
arrived. Which she just had! Living up to his name he was that bit shorter
than his female 'colleague', as well as a bit on the rotund side. If this was
an America Cop Show, he'd be the one who was always eating doughnuts!

On seeing his Sergeant, Short, fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it,
that was the effect that DS Strange could have, even on her colleagues. She
stopped just in front of him, looked down at Short and waited, there was a
moments pause before the man realised and quickly pulled his notebook out and
rapidly briefed her. As the woman, didn't like pleasantries such as 'hello',
she just wanted to know why she'd been called in, what was going on. But
mostly, what was so important that she was called back on duty on her
afternoon off!

'Kidnap!' that was what was going on here, the man that had been taken was, DC
Short shuffled the pages of his notebook, ... ... it was a Mr Charles
Martinworth. He was the CEO of a quite thriving arms manufacturing company,
and was someone who was wealthy, influential and some might say important. His
job, his role in this kind of a company meant that he was a person with a
great deal of knowledge about government contracts, polices and intentions.
Both in this country and overseas, as well as information about a number of
different people and 'friends' in various other firms and businesses.

All of this meant that what was inside his head could be very useful and be
very valuable to a number of different people, organisation and even nations!
DC Short said the kidnapping took place as the man had arrived back home,
being driven back from the office by a company driver and the man who was
meant to be his personal protection. To prevent things like this from
happening in the first place. But one god thing was that there was video of
the kidnapping taken by the house's security cameras. So Short and Strange
went inside to review this piece of important evidence.

Inside and in Martinworth's study the two police detectives looked over the
CCTV video of the man's car pulling up and then the kidnap. As the car
stopped, the driver got out, looked around then Martinworth himself got out of
the rear of the car. At that moment two cars came screeching down the road,
came to a sudden halt, three, four men jumped out grabbed their target. It was
all over in a few seconds and seemed to confirm what they already knew, or did
it. DS Strange turned and went out into the hallway, she spoke to the office
stood there, finding out that the driver was in the kitchen and was told where
it was. She now headed off that way at the same time making a quick call to
check on something with one of her informants. A moment or two later and
Samantha stood there in the kitchen door, looking over at the driver. He was
sat at the very large and solid looking old wooden table there in the centre
of the room. Sipping his tea as he got over the 'shock' of what had just
happened.

DS Strange looked at the man and, "where did they take him, who are they?" The
driver looked up at the woman with a kind of confused look on his face,
followed by "what, who?" The female Detective Sergeant's expression changed
from one of 'stern questioning' to 'downright annoyance.' As he hadn't
answered her question. She quickly moved across the room towards where he was
sat at the table, the sound of her high heels clipping over the wooden floor.
Then as she got close to him, she reached out, grabbed onto the top of the
drivers head and, THUD!

The female DS, savagely grabbed onto the man's head by his hair and then drove
his head, face first down into the thick and very solid looking kitchen table.
It was a strong, hard, vicious pounding of the man's head down into the table.
One that shocked, stunned and hurt him. Cut his forehead and as she down
pulled his head back upwards there was a trickle of blood running down his
face. She looked down into his shocked and slightly bloody face and, "I asked
you a question, where did they take him?" BANG! She drove his face back down
into the table again, then sharply yanking his head back up so she could 'ask'
the other question again. Looking down into his hurt face "and who are they?"
SMACK!

Three pounding, thundering drives of his face into the table and still he
didn't confess, answer her question, or saying anything, 'this one wasn't
playing her game, was he!' So, it was time for the DS's questioning technique
to get a bit more ... ... forceful! The drivers head was dragged back and
upwards again, but this time he also came all the way up too. Dragged up and
out of his chair, that went sliding backwards, then toppled over, so he went
back up onto his feet, WHACK! Well nearly up onto his feet, as he was nearly
there, the woman twisted her body, brought her arm around and drove her free
clenched fist, fast and hard into his raised gut.

The blow drove the air out of this one, making his gasp and shudder, his
bulging eyes were a clear sign that he'd been caught out with the blows and
that it hurt like hell. As the driver tried to gasp for breath, the female
police office, Samantha twisted her body, raised and leg and drove her knee up
into the man she was 'questioning!' CRUNCH! This one made him judder and fall
down, DS Savage allowed her suspect to drop down onto his knees. "You still
haven't answered my question, who's behind all this. I know your involved, so
where have they taken him?" Of course, she was right, he, the driver was
indeed involved. While viewing the CCTV Samantha had seen the driver look
towards one of the kidnappers as he'd approached the car. Then the driver had
got out his way, allowing the kidnapper to get to his target. But it was the
'look' on the drivers face, as if he knew his 'job' was to stay out the way
and just let the kidnappers do their thing here. The female Detective was good
at her job, very good and she could see all of this.

She was indeed a good Detective and noticed the little things, it had helped
her to get to the bottom of many cases she'd been involved in. Also, the
in-depth questioning of suspects was another particular speciality of hers!
Some, even in the police, did refer to her 'style' as interrogation, and they
just might be right. It was now that the man, the driver started, or tried, to
protests, "you can't do this, I'll have you kicked out, you have to ... ... !
WHACK! Still on his knees his face was shoved forwards and this time into the
edge of the table. So, more pian, more hurt, much more, and more blood and
agony for him. Then she slammed his face in one more time, as if sending him a
firm, good message, 'talk or its only going to get worse!'

The message seemed to have sunk in, or was it, that the message was 'struck
in!' As his head was once more pounded into the side of that kitchen table and
that was the blow that convinced the man he'd better talk now, or else! "Kenny
... ... Kenny Jones ... ... he's the one that made me do it." The name, Kenny
Jones was one that was known to DS Savage, she knew who that low life was. Now
the driver carried on talking, he couldn't stop as he didn't want to get hurt
again. He told how he was first threatened then given a backhand to give up
information about times, routines, security, that sort of thing. How he was
told to send a message when he was driving Martindale back home today. Plus,
of course he was told, 'not to interfere!'

DS Savage had seen this, how the driver stood out the way, didn't go for the
panic alarm, even when it was withing arms reach, even nodded to one of the
kidnappers. Savage saw all this and guessed the driver was involved, now after
she'd 'questioned him.' She now knew he was involved and she now also had a
new lead to follow up, and so it was time now to find Kenny Jones! Savage
called for Short, they were going on a hunt! As they headed off to the car,
Short was able to bring his superior up to date. They'd been a call to
Martinworth's office to say he'd been kidnapped, but no ransom demand just
yet, that was going to follow. The caller hadn't stayed on the line too long,
didn't want to get traced. Also, Mrs Martinworth, who had her child with her
and hadn't turned up at the charity event she was meant to be attending. Short
had other officers following this up, in case it was related to the kidnapping
of the husband Mr Martinworth in any way! The look from Savage just said, 'of
course it is, idiot!' But she'd have to wait for further information on that,
for now she had her lead, 'Kenny Jones' and it was time to find him and
'question' her next suspect!

Now being the kind of good detective that she was, Samantha knew just about
all the low lives that made up The City's basic criminal fraternity. She'd
also taken a good guess at where she could find Kenny about now. Short drove
the car, taking him and his 'superior' to where she wanted to go in the East
side of The City. One of the busy high streets, full of local shops, butchers,
grocers, hardware stores and dress makers. Plus, in a street like this you'd
find the pubs and betting shops, and that's where you'd find Kenny Jones, in
one of them. Having been dropped off first Samantha made another call to her
informant, while DC Short carried on a bit further down the road, stopped,
parked up outside the betting shop and went inside.

As the Detective Constable walked in, one, two, three men all made their way
quickly out towards and through the back door of the bookies. Making their
'escape' out into the alleyway that ran behind this line of shops. As the door
flung open the first man out turned off to the right, the second man,
following close by, went off to the left. As this would give at least one of
them a better opportunity to evade the policeman. One and two were out the
door, now came the third man and, THUD!

As Kenny came out the door, he'd ran, literally, into the driving raised knee
of the female police officer who'd been waiting out there in the alleyway.
Ready for the 'criminals' in the betting shop to make their escape, by the
back door, as soon as Short had entered the premises by the front door. So,
Samantha had been right Kenny was here, well he'd be here or in the pub. But
as there was racing on today, he'd more than likely be in here, enjoying a
flutter, which he was known for.

That knee had stopped this one in his tracks, sent the air out of him, made
him gasp loudly and took him down to his knees, he certainly wasn't expecting
anything like this as he'd ran from the policeman who'd come into the shop.
But he hadn't got away, he'd got a knee instead, and it had hurt, sent him
down onto he's knees as he was unprepared. Now, even though he didn't know
who'd done this as his eyes where tight shut, he was being grabbed by two
forceful hands and was now being dragged upwards.

As he was hit, he obviously let out a yelp of agony, which the two men before
him had heard, and that sound had stopped them in their tracks as they were
setting off in opposite directions. The sound he'd let out made each man turn
back and look, so they saw the back of a woman there, 'a woman!' A woman who'd
hit their mate, and now he was down on his knees, plus with a copper who'd
just walked into the bookies these men both thought the same thing, 'get Kenny
and get out of here!' So, they both quickly tuned back, time to get rid of the
blond female and get their friend out of here. As Samantha had reached down
and grabbed onto Kenny the first of these other men was returning and he was
now just about to take hold and grab onto, ... ... WHACK! UUFFFHHH!

The blond Detective knew she was about to be jumped, her 'sixth sense' when it
came to scumbag villains had kicked in, and so had she! Well, she'd kicked
out, shotting, backwards, behind her, her leg and driving that expensive ankle
boot of hers into the body of the man who was almost on top of her. It was a
good hit, straight into his groin, and stopped this one instantly. Even if she
not 'seen' him, her move had found its make, had caused this one to also gasp,
shudder and drop down first onto his knees then toppling over to the floor of
the alleyway in agony.

As that one fell over, the second of these other men was now there, again
almost on top of her and this one had got even closer that the first man.
Close enough for his hand to reach out, make contact and ... ... , and WHACK!
Samantha took the same, disinterest in this second man as she had the first,
with a harsh action she'd sent her arm, her elbow back into this other man as
he was so close to her. There was another cry of painful anguish that filled
the alleyway and dropped man number three, holding his bloody and hurt face.

Now the DS, could finally have that 'chat' with Kenny, and without being
interrupted! She pulled him upwards and, THUD! At the same time, she throws
him backwards, sending him hard against the metal rear door of the bookies,
the door that was pushed all the way back against the wall of the building.
The door, the man, all shook and Kenny was soon falling back and towards the
woman. But that only lasted a second as now, CRUNCH! UUUUHHHHH! The DS moved,
twisted her body, brought her leg up and around and sent her ankle book, with
its high heel, accurately and straight into this man's throat! The blow sends
Kenny back against the metal door and now with the blond stood on one leg, and
with her other leg up still held out at that high angle and against his
throat, the man was in real trouble. In this position high open scissor
position, she held him there, tightly against the door. All she had to do was
slightly move her weight, to add extra pressure against his throat, against
his windpipe!

Kenny knew he was in trouble, he was in real trouble, well having his throat
crushed by the woman's boot was telling him that. His head was spinning and
getting muggy from the lack of air that her boot was cutting off. She moved,
leant forwards, just a bit more, stretching out that leg, up even higher and
against his throat. Moving herself enough to put even more pressure on the
man, then "I need a name, who's behind all this?" Of course, Kenny knew who
she was, he'd got a glimpse of the woman's face who was 'attacking' him and
recognised her instantly. And of course, there was only one woman in the
police who'd treat a suspect in this way! So far, in his criminal career,
Kenny had not come across Samantha, in any 'official' capacity, or been on the
wrong side of one of her investigation. But he'd seen her, knew her reputation
and was glad he'd managed to stay out of her way. Up to now!

But that had all changed, a clear indication of that was her boot that was
across his windpipe and 'gently' pressing up against it! "I asked a question,
who's behind the kidnapping?" She eased her boot off so he could breathe and
talk, but "I don't ... ... I don't know what ... ... " UUUHHHHHH! She pushed
her leg quickly back up into his neck, cutting him off as he hadn't instantly
told her what she wanted to know. Her leg pushed further up into his windpipe,
pushing him further up and against that metal door and at the same time making
this low life criminal go red. Then he went purple and even though her arms
came up to grip onto her boot, ankle, lower leg. There was no way he was
strong enough to escape from DS Savage.

His face looked as if it had gone through a number of different shades,
colours and it also looked as if it was going to burst. So, with a little
relaxation of that strong, firm Savage leg, "last chance!" Kenny gasped and
"Fore ... ... Foreman ... ... Foreman!" That was all that the DS needed to
hear; Foreman was a much higher up the chain criminal, here in The City, and
someone capable of carrying out a job like this. DS Savage bent her high, held
up, leg, releasing the hold her boot had against his throat. This was so much
of a relief to Kenny, he could breathe again and, ... ... WHACK!

She'd only bent that leg slightly, moved her boot away a short distance and
now as her suspect gasped for some much need air. She's flicked her leg, sent
her boot back to the man, but this time the boot went into the side of his
face. Glancing that boot quickly and harshly into his face. Making Kenny
shudder and jolt, giving the Detective Sergeant the few seconds, to bring that
leg fully down, so she was now stood on both legs. Then reaching out she
grabbed hold of the low life man with two strong, gripping female hands, then,
WOOSSHH! THUD!

She spun herself around, and at arm's length she also spun her suspect. Off
the metal door and around went a stunned Kenny, all the way around she went,
and so did he. The only difference was that the man was being controlled and
then just at the right moment Samantha loosened her grip, let go and sent her
suspect into only one place. With a loud thud he was thrown, sent tumbling
into the brick wall of the building just past that metal rear door. The sudden
pounding move made Kenny shake violently and took him completely out. As the
unconscious man slid down the wall the DS took a step closer, just to check he
was out cold, and smiled. Then as it was all over DC Short stepped out through
the rear door of the bookies into the alleyway, the less he saw of his
superiors 'questioning' techniques the less he knew!

At the same time a couple of police officers came down the alleyway to the
rear of the bookies. Just in time to take all three men away in custody, or
was that off to hospital! But of course, not in time to see what had actually
happened here! Now with this extra information provided by Kenny, DS Savage
had a new lead to follow up. Now it was off to the car, so that DC could drive
the Sergeant off to the next man she needed to questions. At the same time the
DS had a call, her informant with some extra information, that was making
everything now fall into place!

It was a short journey across town but there was enough time for the DC to
bring the DS up to speed on what other information he'd got so far. It looked
as if the blond policewoman was correct Mrs Martinworth and her child had also
been kidnaped, but that wasn't a surprise to Samantha. There'd been another
call to the husband's office to confirm this, but still no ransom demand.
Also, Short had a photo of the kidnapped couple, it wasn't a particular recent
photo and it was a bit blurred too. But it gave a fair idea about what they
looked like, kind of. By the time the DC had brough his superior up to speed
with all this, they were coming up to the basement club that Foreman owned and
where he could normally be found.

Short pulled the car over near to the single door in an otherwise plain brick
wall of the building they were now parked next too. It was the door that
marked the entrance to the club. There were two of Foreman's 'heavies' stood
outside, making sure only the 'right' people where allowed in. Savage got out
the car, walked up to the door and instantly the two men recognised her. Even
though she looked OK, not bad, was quite good-looking, she was still police
and so they weren't going to let her in!

As she got to the men, and the nearest one took a step closer to her, put his
hand up to stop her and, WHACK! SMACK! THUD! He didn't see much, there was a
flash of her fist as it came up and went straight into the bottom of his jaw.
That caused him to stumble backwards and allowed, as there was a bit more room
now, Samantha to twist her body bring her leg around and pound her boot into
the side of his head as he was falling down. The second man stood there was
quickly onto the woman, 'no one, especially a woman was going to get the
better of these men!'

But the blond Detective Sergeant's fist changed his mind, a good solid and
quite forceful straight arm and a punch to his face as he came steaming in to
'save his mate!' A blow that sent him back too, and before he fell down to the
ground he to, got a spinning, twirling strike from the other boot of the blond
policewoman. So, much for not getting the better of these men! With two men
down, the entrance to the sleazy club was now free for her to go through,
which she did. Short got out the car as it was time for him to clear up after
his superior. Luckily, he always carried extra handcuffs when he was working
with Savage, she had a tendency of collecting a large number of 'suspects' to
be arrested!

Down a set of old metals stairs and Samantha was now into the basement area of
the building where the club and Foreman's 'business office' was located. A
dark, dingy place with a selection of 'ladies' to entertain the clientele who
were allowed in. As well as the 'business associates' of Foreman who would
come here to carry out their ... ... 'business!' Samantha stood at the bottom
of the steps and looked around; she recognised a number of faces here, but of
course she would. But as it was a bit on the dark side and those here thought
they were in a safe place. She, Samantha was just another pretty face here in
the background, so no one paid her much attention. But even if it was a bit on
the dark side, maybe someone should have been on the lookout, just in case!

The DS moved freely through the 'club', slowly as she was making a mental note
of who was here, for later! As she moved through there was a woman up ahead of
her, a nice looking brunette, who obviously was working here as she'd just
been talking to one of the 'clienteles', to make sure everything was OK for
them. Then the brunette, the senior girl working here, the one who would be
duty manager, if such a position existed here. The brunette turned and there
was her neighbour the blond woman who lived up on the top floor. The snotty
woman who thought she was better than everyone else, the policewoman! The
brunette was shocked to see the blond, who she'd seen earlier that day when
she was trying to get into her apartment. That made her think of her useless
boyfriend, who she still hadn't seen or talked too yet! But what was a
policewoman, this policewoman doing here?

Samantha saw, recognised, of course the brunette and acted. She reached out
grabbed onto the brunette pulled her close and ... ... kissed her! A good and
somewhat passionate, seductive kind of a kiss, a kiss to take the brunettes
breath away and mind off of who this blond was. And to just enjoy the moment,
of course. Which the brunette did, even if it did all take her by surprise,
but in a good way, in a very good way!

Then with the kiss over, but not forgotten about, as it was a very good kiss
and one that gave the policewoman a few ideas, but would have to wait for
later. But right now, it was time for Samantha to carry on with her
investigation and as she left the bewildered brunette, the blond policewoman
carried on further into the club. As she moved further in there at the far
end, she saw Foreman, doing his 'club owner' bit, going around talking to his
customers, his clientele. Flaunting the fact that this was his club, dishing
out the cheap Champaign to his 'favourites', here and there. Slapping the
backside of the girls that were moving around delivering all the drinks. 'Yes,
it was good to be the owner of a club like this!'

Samantha watched as he now moved off towards a single door in that far wall of
the club, the one that lead to his private area, where his office and a few
other rooms were. So, that's where she headed for!

On the other side of the door was a long dark, as it was light with purple and
red lights, corridor. An empty long corridor with a number of different
coloured doors and behind each door the Detective Sergeant was sure that on
any other day she'd find 'something' of interest in a place like this! But
right now, it was Foreman that she was interested in so which door to try
first?

The first door, a green door and Samantha decided to check this room out
first, best to clear all the rooms as she went down the corridor trying to
find Foreman. As she turned the handle and opened the door carefully, then
pushed it open just enough to get a look into it and, 'Oh!' It takes a lot to
surprise this woman, but she was. It was a smallish room, and there was a bed,
which you might expect to find in a 'club' like this this. But it was what, or
who was on the bed that 'surprised' her!

There was a lovely looking lad who was tied to the bed by both wrists, a quite
nice, sweet looking lad! The Detective slipped inside the room, closed the
door behind her and obviously caught the attention of the lad tied to the bed,
he looked scared, very frightened. Vulnerable in fact, which only went to make
him look even cuter in some strange way to Samantha! The DS unzipped her
leather jacket and pulled out the family photo of the Martinworths she had and
'oh yes!' But it was an old family photo and the 'child', Freddie, was now a
bit more grown up, a bit more of a sweet boy. The lad was a nice piece of
youthful 'eye candy' for this 'older woman!' In fact, he looked very edible
'candy!' Very 'edible' and somehow Detective Sergeant Samantha Savage got a
very good feeling about finding the kidnapped boy, a feeling of ... ... ! And
he was tied to a bed, now for some reason that made the policewoman smile.

Samantha quickly calmed the scared lad and then as she saw the relief on his
face at being found, she also saw the glint in his eye. Well, the boy,
Freddie, couldn't help but see that his saviour was a bit of a hot blond. Not
the sort of 'help' he was expecting, but he wasn't going to complain. As the
woman took off her leather jacket so she could untie him, the boy got a good
view of her firm, shapely upper body, in that tight green t-shirt that was
stretched across her ample chest. Samantha was about to untie the lad and as
she went to sit down on the side of the bed she slipped and bit. Her hand went
out to steady herself and 'OH!' Her hand had come down on the front of the
boy's trousers and after seeing this woman, how she looked, the lad was just
starting to get a bit 'excited!' Maybe it was the thought of freedom from this
nightmare or maybe it was just because the blond women who'd snuck into the
room where he was being held was so, 'Oh My God!'

The woman's hand stayed there as she looked up into the blushing face of the
boy, then she caught his nervous eye and held his stare. The boy swallowed
hard, then there was this slight grin on his face, just as the woman's hand
started to move. Just a bit on the front of his trousers and somehow, for
whatever reason he started to respond to this. Now the policewoman should know
better, but she was a woman who liked ... ... , Well she liked to enjoy
herself, in her own way and she had her own likes and dislikes and this sweet
thing was defiantly something she liked!

Somehow and Samantha didn't know how her hand, her fingers found the boys zip
and ... ... ! With the lad tied to the bed by both wrists and unable to
'escape' her clutches, so to speak, it was all a bit too much for her to
resist. The investigation was put on hold, for a while, as the blond pulled
out the boy's tool and ... ... !

Freddie was amazed and so, so over the moon as his hot blond rescuer's mouth
now slid down his tool, and Samantha was very impressed. In fact, she was 'gob
smacked' at the size of Freddie and what he had, so much so, that she decided
this boy cock needed some real 'investigating.' So, up and down her head went
as she took control of this tool, quizzing it with her mouth. Questioning it
with her tongue and gave it a good lashing and interrogation! The kind of
grilling only a woman's mouth can give to a boy's cock!

It was sometime later and only after a lengthy investigation by her mouth that
the lad had given her what she wanted. He'd finally answered her 'questioning'
with a whole load of hot goo to swallow. Then when he'd give her what she
wanted, she'd lapped up every last drop, to make sure nothing was overlooked.
Finally, she untied the boy, much to his disappointment, but as she got him up
onto his feet, she gave him a reassuring kiss to comfort him after his
'ordeal., Well, who said even a policewoman, couldn't have a bit of fun whilst
on duty, and of course, the boy wasn't complaining! But now it was time to get
the boy out of here, Samantha checked the corridor was empty, she went back to
the door that led to the club, opened it saw the brunette, grabbed her and
pulled her into the corridor.

There was a brief conversation, the brunette obviously knew her apartment
neighbour was a policewoman and the blond had a way about her that the
brunette couldn't say no to! The boy was handed over, so the brunette could
get him out of the club and to the policeman still waiting outside for safety.
There was a kiss for the brunette, well she did taste good, a kiss for the boy
who was also surprisingly good too. Then Samantha moved on and went to the
next door, the blue door, down the corridor. She slowly opened it and slipped
inside.

The brunette, still all a bit confused by all this, looked at the boy who's
hand she was holding, saw inside the room they were stood in front of. Looked
back at the cute boy, looked back at the room and the bed in it, back to the
boy and then smiled! The boy grinned as he was quickly led back into the room
by this new woman. Freddie couldn't believe his luck, first his Father's
lovely secretary yesterday when she'd come round to pick up some paperwork,
then he'd been kidnapped earlier today. Then this hot blond had come to his
recue and worked him over with her mouth and now this brunette. Wait till he
goes round to see his Aunt, cuddles up in bed with her and tells her all this,
she'll never believe it all!

In that second room and the Detective Sergeant was now looking at a similar
size room as the first and again there was a bed in there and this time, 'OH!'
Tied to this bed was Mrs Martinworth, who was a particularly attractive, fair
haired and older woman, and one that Samantha looked at and thought, 'Hmmmm!'
Trying to focus on her job the policewoman went over, and quickly explained
who she was. At the same time Mrs Martinworth, Juliet, tried to blurt out. "Do
you know who's behind all this, it's ... ... " "Shhhhh" Samantha put her
finger to the lovely looking Milf's mouth. "I know!" Then she leaned across
the older Milf and untied her wrists.

At the same time and accidently, the policewoman untying the woman bonds had
her large chest straight in the face of the kidnapped older woman. This wasn't
missed by Juliet who'd already been through a traumatic experience and was now
having large, gorgeous breasts thrusted in her face. It did all make her head
spin, just a bit, played with her head, so to speak! So now with her hands
free and so much going on inside her head. The Milf's first reaction on being
set free was to bring her arms and hands down, sliding her hands down her
blond rescuers fit body to her breasts. The Milf's hands took hold, grasped,
cupped those large play bags and now Juliet kissed those large round love
mounds. 'Hmmmm feels good, very good!'

Samantha smiles, moved herself down and now kissed her second kidnap victim,
as the two women mouths and tongue entwined it was now time for a bit of
'victim support' after such a traumatic day! There was a session of 'mutual
support', of some girly kissing, hugging, licking, cuddling, and caressing. Of
breast licking, biting, and even more kissing, of some girly getting to know
you. The women could have carried on for a lot longer together, there was
still a lot of support they could give each other! But Juliet had to get out
of here, and there was still some badmen for Samantha to find and sort out!

So, making sure the corridor was again empty and pointing out the far door
that led to the main club area, Juliet made her escape, while DS Strange
carried on. On she went and up to the yellow door, where stood there she could
hear voices on the other side of it. The woman smiled, tuned the handle and
boldly entered the room.

This was the office of Foreman and as she stepped inside there, he was sat on
the far side of his desk. On the nearside and closest to the blond policewoman
as she came so brashly in, was sat Mr Martinworth, WHACK! The DS's arm went
flying out and as he was so close to her. She struck Martinworth harshly
across his face sending him slumping back across his chair. Seeing and
recognising the woman who'd just come into his office unannounced, Foreman
shot up onto his feet. His hand went to top draw of his desk, to retrieve his
... ... ., SMACK!

He felt a sharp blow across his face, as he'd being looking down at the draw
to get the gun from inside it, but this woman had moved quickly, and now she
moved again. Before he'd even fallen back down in his chair from that first
blow, CRACK! A second hard strike came in on the other side of his face, now
he did fall heavily back down into his chair. With his head spinning Savage
now lent forwards, at the same time kicking backwards. Sending her boot into
Martinworth who was already sat there hurt in his chair directly behind her.
His second blow now sent him out his chair and down to the floor of the
office. With both men now shocked, hurt and disoriented for a moment, Savage
pulled out her phone, and called Short. She told him to look out for the two
kidnapped victims and also to send for a couple of ambulances. He asked who
was hurt, how bad, "You can see for yourself when I'm finished, in about 10
minutes!"

Phone away and DS Savage looked over at Martinworth who was trying to push
himself up off the floor, the blond took half a step closer to him, raised her
leg and, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHH! She put the heel of her boot straight into his
outstretched hand there on the floor as he was about to push himself up.
Savage from what she'd seen, heard and been told by her informant, had worked
out that it was Martinworth himself behind all this. He was in trouble after
he'd been stealing and selling secrets from the company and needed a way out
now. So, a kidnap and him being 'killed' was good plan and a good way of
getting away and starting a new life, or so he thought.

He found and got Forman to help him with all this, so it looked as if a real
group of criminals was after him. He made sure only him and Foreman knew the
truth about it all, so that when the police investigated, they might catch a
couple of lowly men involved, but nothing that would lead them to Foreman or
to him. Well, that's what he thought but he never reckoned on DS Savage
getting involved in the case!

Now Samantha turned back to Foreman, she leant over the desk pulled the draw
open and saw the gun, CRACK! Her hand now drove back and smacked the stunned
man again in his face. She looked back at the gun, at the two men and thought
to herself? Juliet had told her that it was her husband who was behind the
kidnapping. She'd seen him talking to Foreman when she was brought here. Which
meant that, she was now a liability and had to be dealt with, and the wife had
been so scared, knowing she wasn't getting out of this alive!

Savage looked at Foreman and Martinworth, 5 minutes left, what could she do in
5 minutes to make sure that these two both got what they deserved. Then DS
Savage smiled and, THUD! ARRRRHHHHHH! CRACK! UUUUHHHHHH! BANG! BANG!

It was a bit later and there was a whole load of extra police now at the club,
tidying up all those lose ends. DS Savage came up those metal stairs and out
into the cool evening air. There was there was a couple of ambulances for
Foreman and Mr Martinworth, but there was no hurry to get them up out of the
basement club just yet. Over by a third ambulance and Juliet and her Son
Freddie where being given a quick check over. Savage went over, the Mother and
Son's eyes both lit up as they saw the blond policewoman come towards them.
There was a kiss on the cheek for both these two, too many people about for
anything else! "I'll come round tomorrow and see you both. I'll have to take a
statement from each of you. I'll probably have to do you, one at a time, if
that's OK?" There was a glint in both the Son and his Mother's eyes as they
heard this!

"A one-on-one statement, we'll have to get down together, down to the bare
nitty-gritty of it all. In fact, I may have to do one of you one day, it may
take that long, a whole day, and do the other the next day!" "That will be
just wonderful, I mean fine" Juliet said as she blushed just a bit. "You can
do me any day." Freddie added with a smile! His Mother looked at him and
wondered? She'd send him of to his Aunts for the day and night, he seemed to
get on with her Sister and it would mean she would be free to ... ... ! Enjoy
some victim support with this lovely policewoman on her own!

So, for now DS Savage said goodbye, the next couple of days would be
'interesting', to say the least she thought. As she walked off, ready to go
home and relax after today's events, leaving DC Short here to finish
everything else off, he was good like that. There was someone waiting for
Samantha, the brunette. Well as they lived in same building, she could give
the blond a lift home!

There was a hug, a kiss and they went off, when they got back to their
apartment building, the brunette said "let's go to your place, would love to
see what the best apartment in the building looks like." Savage liked the
sound of that, it would be a good way of ending the day. Up the stairs they
went, past the brunette's apartment, up to the top floor. As Samantha put the
key in, opened the door and they both stepped inside, "haven't got a key to my
place my so-called boyfriend should be at home but can't get hold of him,
almost as if he'd gone missing. But who cares, I hope I never see him again!"
At that moment the blond policewoman suddenly remembered something ... ... !