The Wrong Room Ch. 05

Part five ofThe Wrong Roomseries. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...

Mike moved in and out of Allison as she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her body to his in a loving embrace. Their movements were gentle and caressing; the undulation of their bodies, entwined together, was passionate.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as her body tensed before her release, a warm wet sensation expanded between them. She felt him swell insider her then fill her with his seed. Beyond the immediate sense of fulfillment that lovemaking gave her, it was the sense of being needed, wanted, and loved that touched her heart as never before.

Eventually, he slipped out of her. They untangled their bodies and he moved to lie by her side, his arm still wrapped across her breasts.

"We should probably get a shower," he suggested, kissing her shoulder.

She stretched and yawned then wrapped her arms around him. "What time do we need to be there?"

"In an hour." He sat up and tickled her ribs. "Come on lazy bones, you go first, you always take longer than me anyway. I'll pack while your getting ready."

"My stuff too?"

"Of course, we got that new carryon bag yesterday so you shouldn't have to check any luggage."

Allison stood up and wrapped her arms around Mike, pressing her naked body against his. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"Luckiest next to me, sweetheart." He turned her around and swatted her butt playfully. "Now go get in the shower or we'll be late. We'll stop by your apartment after we finish up this afternoon to box up anything you might want to take with you to Cincinnati. I'll arrange for a shier to pick them up next week."

She paused a moment and looked at him. A new life with this wonderful man, a fresh start, finally. She'd dreamt of this all her life and now it was finally happening.

She sashayed across the room looking over her shoulder seductively as she walked towards the bathroom door.

"Yes, I know you have an extremely cute little ass, but right now we need to hurry. We have less than an hour now. Scoot!" She giggled and squealed as he lunged at her. She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when two plain-clothes detectives from the third precinct arrived at the reception desk just inside of the glass and mahogany paneled foyer for the law offices of Brock, Babson, and Tonnelly, L.L.C. The office occupied the entire twelfth floor of the Brock Building on Ninth Avenue.

The detectives spoke briefly to the receptionist before Jacob Brock, the senior partner for the firm, was called to the front desk. A few moments later, the detectives were escorted back into the commons room at the center of the office complex. They walked up to Mike and Allison who were busy peering over the shoulders of two junior members of the law firm and trying to grasp the nuances of the software that was installed on Monday.

The first detective cleared his throat. "Miss Allison Baker?"

Allison turned and looked at the two detectives a bit wide-eyed. "Yes?"

"I'm detective Wilson," said the first officer as he gestured to his partner. "This is detective McNamara. We'd like you to accompany us back to the precinct office. We have a few questions we'd like you to answer."

Mike turned and stood between Allison and the two detectives. "What's this about officer?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Sir," said the second detective. "Miss. Baker is a person of interest in the recent murder of Anthony Gleason. We need to speak to her about it."

Jacob Brock cleared his throat and stepped forward. "If you want to question my client, officers, you can do so here, in our conference room." He gestured to a glass enclosed room to his left.

The officers glanced at one another then nodded.

They entered the conference room and the police detectives sat across the table from Allison, Mike, and Mr. Brock.

"Miss. Baker," said detective Wilson, "can you tell us where you were Wednesday night at 2 am?"

"With Mike at the hotel," she responded quickly, not even glancing at her newly acquired attorney, Jacob Brock.

Detective Wilson glanced at Mike. "Can you corroborate that Mr. Williams?"

"Absolutely. You can search the key records at the Hyatt for verification if you want. Why?"

"Around 2:45 am on the night in question," said detective McNamara, "someone put a bullet through the back of Anthony Gleason's head and we're checking with all his known clients. We understand the Ms. Baker owed him money."

"That loan was taken care of," she said looking worried. "You can check with Western Union. A check was sent to him Monday night, paid in full. There should be a record of when he received it."

Mike nodded.

Jacob Brock made several notes. "Apparently, my client resolved her differences with Mr. Gleason well before the incident. From what I understand, the hit was professional. And from what I know of Ms. Baker she isn't in that trade."

The officers nodded, made a few notes, and looked up at Allison. "Would you have any idea who might want Mr. Gleason killed?"

"Take a number, officer," Mike grumbled. "I'm not from around here but everybody says that Gleason was not a well liked man. My colleague made a poor choice in agreeing to a short-term loan from him at ridiculous interest. But that is now in the past. It was paid in full and her dealings with him were over the moment she wired him a check."

"When did you begin employment with Mr. Williams?"

Allison glanced at Mike and stammered a bit. "Eh, Monday..."

"Two weeks ago Monday, officer," Mike said, interrupting. "I was in town for a preliminary meeting with Mr. Brock's firm and I realized that I needed an assistant. Miss. Baker has been a very valuable asset during this transition."

Jacob Brock nodded in agreement to Mike's assessment. "I understand that this is all routine, officer, but my client has clearly stated that she did not have any further contact with Mr. Gleason after Monday night, and Mr. Williams can corroborate that. Now if that is all, Mr. Williams and Ms. Baker have work to finish up."

The officer smiled at Jacob Brock and made a few more notes. "Where can I get in touch with you if I have any further questions?"

Mike pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his card. "We're leaving this afternoon for Cincinnati after we finish up here. My office number is on the card. You can reach either of us there."

"After you speak to me first," Jacob Brock interrupted.

"Of course," the officer said as they both rose and moved towards the conference room door. They nodded to Allison and Mike. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll be in touch." They turned and left.

"Thank you Mr. Brock, you didn't have to do that but it was greatly appreciated nevertheless," Mike offered extending his hand.

Jacob Brock nodded and shook Mike's hand then he smiled at Allison. "I agree with Mike's assessment, Miss. Baker, it was a very poor choice to get mixed up with the likes of Tony Gleason in the first place. But that's no reason to get dragged around town because the police don't have any clue who really did it. I decided it would serve both our interests to push back a little and give the police the information they needed without wasting a day in the process."

Mike turned to Jacob. "Do you know something about all of this?"

"I have my sources. I've had several run-ins with Tony Gleason in the past. Anybody in the legal profession knows about his bad habits."

"Thank you Mr. Brock," Allison said shaking his hand.

"You're welcome, Miss. Baker. Now if you don't mind," he said, gesturing towards the commons room, "there are several of my beleaguered associates who look rather lost sitting in front of those computers."

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