Investigations

We got the kidnapped girl back to the station and the staff started processing her, calling her relieved family. The fuss erupted, but Radicek, Medina & I had other things to deal with. The message said we should release Ravelli first. Medina got straight on it, grabbing a uniformed desk sergeant and dragging him down to the holding cells to get the criminal.

"So what are we going to do now boss?" said Radicek, looking a little tender. She had walked in to the station rather gingerly, where Medina had bounded up the steps to get the hostage back and get to work on freeing the captain.

"Don't know Pigsy", I said using my term of endearment for her, then reached up and honked one of her boobs with a smile. She attempted to smile back but winced a little. "Your ass still sore? - I'm sorry about that".

"Its ok. Had to be done. He would have killed the hostage if you hadn't".

"Still... We need to get an angle on this guy before we go charging off again".

"Yeah. Maybe Green will get somewhere. He's inteviewing the hostage before her family get her - he'll maybe find out whether she got a look at him or got any other details".

"Ok. thats something I guess". I take it tech wont get anywhere with the camera?" I asked meaning the fixed camera that was setup to watch the victim and to record Radicek getting royally buttfucked when she entered the scene.

"Maybe, but I doubt it. Would take them days. They're dusting the scene for prints as well and looking for any cctv footage, but not too hopeful".

"Ok". I continued playing with "Pigsy"'s boobs as we discussed it. So what do we know about the new guy he's trying to get out.

"Ravelli? He's in the Italian gang - **** dealing scum, but not a big cheese or anything. I wouldnt hold out much hope."

I began unbuttoning her blouse while she talked. By the time Medina was back with the **** dealer (a skinny nervous looking guy), I had the tall blonde's uniform blouse wide open, tits out of her bra and was playing with her nipples.

The door was knocked and a tall uniformed officer walked in. "Oh. Sorry. I... um".

"Please ignore this", I said, without letting go of Radicek's nipples.

"Ok", he said, brightening up. "I've interviewed the hostage. She couldn't identify anything about the guy. Said she got chloroformed and didn't know anything about it till she woke up there, tied and with a blindfold on".

"Shit!" spat Medina.

"But... she did tell us she was held at first with handcuffs, almost exactly like these." he tapped the ones on his belt.

"What," said Radicek, also ignoring me twisting her nipples, "you mean cop issue cuffs?"

"Thats what she said".

"Fuck!"

Just then Radicek's phone buzzed. It was another MMS. She picked it up and looked. It wasn't the captain this time, but another girl in distress.

The caption underneath read "HURRY!"

Shit, how many had he taken?