Recall in our last story of the Black-Leather Gloved Hands Mystery series that George had purchased a pair of .38 Magnum revolvers—one for himself and one for his wife, Krystal. The intention was for Krystal to protect herself with the gun, and was instructed to always carry it with her in the event of the mysterious stranger returning for another assault.
But although Krystal obeyed her husband and carried her handgun with her during a midmorning walk through the subdivision, she was abducted by the mysterious stranger and brutally raped in the back of his brown van. And just like last time; the stranger videotaped the disturbing assault, and sent it to George's coworkers via text message.
George was outraged, to say the least.
Have a great weekend. Enjoy another installation of our ongoing mystery series with plenty of drama, violence, sex, and profanity!
The Black-Leather Gloved Hands Mystery Series—story seven
George didn't even remember leaving the office that afternoon. He suddenly found himself in the parking garage while yelling at his wife, Krystal, on the phone.
"So when did this happen?" he asked
Krystal cried while speaking, "It was this morning while I did my walk through the subdivision."
"Why didn't you shoot him?" he asked.
"He grabbed me before I knew what happened. Then he threw me in the back of the van and tied me up."
"Yes, I saw it all on video! Don't remind me!" shouted George. With that, he abruptly ended the call with his wife. George next called his friend, Nick, who—as you know—is the police commissioner.
"Nick!" yelled George into the phone. By now, George was in his car and driving off. "I don't know if you heard the news, but my wife was raped, again!"
Nick was so alarmed. "She was?"
"Yeah! Don't you people even care?"
It was comments like these from his friend that Nick didn't take well. "George, look; I'm a busy man and have all sorts of business and meetings to take care of throughout the day. I am not your wife's 24 hour bodyguard. I'm the police commissioner. Did your wife report it to the police?"
"I assume so." answered George. Then he continued to explain the assault. "I guess the guy made another video and sent it to my coworkers. My boss passed it on to the police. Did you get it? Did you see it?"
Nick sighed over the receiver. "George, again; I am not a detective who has been assigned to a case. I am the police commissioner. Would you like me to give you the number of the people working on this so you can ask them all your questions?"
"Yes, please do!"
In the meantime, Detective Marianne sat before a computer monitor and carefully studied the most recent assault video that was allegedly made by Krystal's assailant. The video had been passed on by George's boss just over a half hour ago. Marianne was one of the detectives who had been assigned to Krystal's case.
She was most interested in a particular moment of the video in which Krystal had been shoved to the floor of the unfinished van which caused the firearm to suddenly appear.
"What's this...?" asked the unidentified suspect in the video. "Is this a gun...? Bitch, were you going to use this on me...? What the fuck is this...? Huh...?"
Marianne found the slap across Krystal's face to be peculiar—not very convincing.
Just then her partner, Detective Bruce, entered the office. "So we have another video, huh?"
"Yes we do." affirmed Detective Marianne. "And just like before, I'm not buying it. She knows her assailant. It's like they rehearsed this."
"Let me see." requested Detective Bruce.
Detective Marianne slid the video timeline back to when Krystal was dragged into the van. "Watch this." she urged.
In the video Krystal was shoved to the floor of the van, and the gun suddenly appeared.
"See what she did with the gun?" asked Detective Marianne.
"Yeah, that was weird." agreed Detective Bruce. "It's like she pulled it from her pocket and then tossed it on the floor beside her."
"She had every opportunity to use that gun. But she didn't." explained Detective Marianne. "And watch when the assailant smacks her."
The unidentified suspect squatted on Krystal’s chest.
"See how careful he was when sitting on her chest?" pointed out Detective Marianne.
"Yeah!" agreed Detective Bruce.
On the video, the mysterious stranger shouted at crying Krystal. "What the fuck is this? Huh?" He slapped her across the face with his black-leather gloved hand.
"And he's not too rough with that slap. See how he's going easy on her?" further pointed Detective Marianne. "It's like they're just playing a game of who's your daddy."
As the video played on, Detective Bruce and Detective Marianne continued to discuss the recent evidence and how it might contribute to their theory.
"So what do we know at this point?" asked Detective Bruce.
"Well, we're getting suspicious videos that look like rehearsed assaults. Today we even caught a mistake and watched the victim toss the gun to the side." summarized Detective Marianne.
"And what about this suspect having all of the husband's coworkers' cell phone numbers?" asked Detective Bruce.
"That could be the wife." answered Detective Marianne. "It could be as simple as going though her husband's contacts list and writing down all the numbers."
"We still don't know where all of these videos are being sent from, do we?" asked Detective Bruce.
"Nope!" answered Detective Marianne. "They come from public access computers, many of them a hundred or more miles away."
"Well that almost sounds like the assailant has people working for him." suggested Detective Bruce.
"Could be..." answered Detective Marianne.
"Has the wife even reported the assault, yet?" asked Detective Bruce.
"Nope!" answered Detective Marianne.
"No police report!" exclaimed Detective Bruce. "So she was beaten up, forced to give the barrel of a loaded gun oral sex, and then brutally sodomized before being thrown out to the streets, naked. And she never contacted the police? It looks like it's time to pay the Mrs. a little visit.
About an hour later, George stood in the kitchen while screaming his head off at crying Krystal. "I mean I can't believe you didn't make a fucking report to the police! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know!" sobbed Krystal return. "I guess I was so shook up and still in shock. Go ahead and call the police. I'll make a report."
"Well it looks like they are already here." said George while gazing out the front window.
Outside, two squad cars with a third unmarked car pulled into the driveway. Two uniformed officers emerged from their squad cars; a pair of plain clothes detectives from the unmarked car.
It wasn't necessary to wait for the doorbell. George limped over to the front door in his ankle brace and opened it. "Come in." invited George.
The two officers entered the home and immediately spoke to Krystal who appeared emotionally distraught. "There's a report of a rape taking place in the area earlier today?" asked one of the officers to Krystal.
"Yes, I'm the victim." Krystal identified herself.
Detective Bruce introduced himself to George at the front door while entering. "Hi, I'm Detective Bruce and this is my partner, Detective Marianne. We've been assigned to this case."
"Well what the hell have you people been doing?" asked George. "My wife was raped a second time by the same guy."
"Well try to relax." urged Detective Bruce. "I understand your frustration and anguish. We need to get to the bottom of some things."
As the police officers prepared to take their report, the two detectives approached Krystal. "Krystal?" greeted Detective Bruce.
"Yes..." she affirmed.
"I'm Detective Bruce and this my partner, Detective Marianne. We just want to ask you a few questions."
"Sure..." agreed Krystal.
"We, unfortunately, saw the video taken by the assailant." began Detective Bruce."What time did this assault take place?"
"This morning..." answered Krystal.
"When?" asked Detective Marianne.
"Do you have more a precise time?" asked Detective Marianne. "We need details."
George swooped in, "Come-on! You make it sound like she's a suspect."
"10:30..." answered Krystal.
"And you know that for sure?" asked Detective Marianne.
"Positive... 'er... the actual assault would have taken place around quarter to eleven."
"How do you know that?" asked Detective Bruce.
"Because I left the house at 10:30." answered Krystal.
"And where did this assault take place?" asked Detective Bruce.
"Down the street from here." answered Krystal.
"Did anyone see—any of your neighbors." asked Detective Bruce.
"No, this actually took place in the phase two section. There was no one around." answered Krystal.
"Well, surely, someone might have been able to see from down the street. Don't you think that might have been possible?" asked Detective Marianne.
Krystal paused for a second before answering. "There is a big mountain of dirt in the middle of phase two. His van was hiding behind the mound of dirt, away from anyone's view."
"I see..." commented Detective Marianne. "And from what I understand, you were thrown out of the van without any clothes on after the assault. Is this correct?"
"Yes..." answered Krystal.
"No keys, no possession or anything." asked Detective Marianne.
"No..." answered Krystal.
"Were you locked out of the house?" asked Detective Marianne.
"No, I left the door unlocked. I was able to walk in."
George was outraged upon hearing this. "Come-on! You did that?"
"Well I'm sorry!" argued Krystal.
Detective Bruce continued with more questioning. "Krystal, there was a gun in the video that apparently belonged to you. I assume that the suspect has it?"
"I guess so..." answered Krystal.
One of the police officers interrupted and spoke to both George and Krystal. "We're going to need the serial number and any licensing or permits with that gun to report it as stolen."
George shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't have that information."
"Well didn't your wife have a permit to conceal and carry?" asked the officer.
"No, I just bought the guns and gave one to my wife." answered George.
"Guns?" asked the police officer. "There's another?"
"Yes, I have one in the inner pocket of my blazer." answered George.
The other officer quickly approached George, and opened his blazer.
"Hey!" shouted George. "Watch it!"
The officer pulled the .38 Magnum revolver from George's inner pocket. Then with an Android smart phone, he proceeded to type the serial number of the revolver into some data base app.
"Sir, this firearm that you are carrying has been reported as stolen."
"George!" exclaimed Krystal. "I warned you!"
The officer reached for his handcuffs while the other one approached. "Sir, you’re under arrest for possession of a stolen firearm. We're going to have to take you down to the station and book you on charges.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" shouted George. "MY WIFE IS RAPED, AND I'M GOING TO JAIL WHILE THE SUSPECT IS AT LARGE. WHAT THE FUCK?????"
To be continued