~Subject: Ladycop Chapter 15 (Final Chapter)
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 10 Jan 1996 07:26:02 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 15
The ride to the hospital had been made with considerable
embarrassment and humiliation. It had been difficult to make a
plausible story for the reports but Devlin felt he had pulled it
off. The cover story that they had been set up by a stoolie and
taken by surprise seemed to satisfy the on scene detective as he
scribbled in his notebook. Devlin neglected the gory details of
what had taken place prior to their rescue.
Their clothing had been found in the stolen Mustang near the
scene of the incident and at least they had something to wear on
the ride back to San Francisco courtesy of the Marin County
Sheriff. Once they arrived back at police headquarters, Karla had
quickly locked herself in with the Lieutenant for nearly an hour
and then disappeared like a ghost in the night. Devlin didn't see
or hear from her for several days and then began to get worried.
She didn't answer his calls or his knocks at her door. The
Lieutenant wasn't talking and there was nothing Devlin could say
to get him to change his mind.
It was several days later he finished putting the package
together and submitted it through channels on Delford Menzmer.
Now all they could hope for would be a hit on their nation wide
bulletin. He was just getting ready to leave when he looked up
and saw Karla crossing the squad room coming in his direction.
Rising quickly from his desk he stepped around and met her in the
center of the room. "Where in hell have you been?" he asked in a
voice of relief. "I've been going nuts trying to find you."
"I had to get away for a while. I took a leave of absence
and went to visit my folks."
"You could at least have let me know."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to talk about it,
especially with you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Never mind. You probably wouldn't understand. Anything more
on Menzmer?"
"No. He's disappeared like a puff of smoke. I've got
bulletins out all over the country."
"He'll show up," she grunted. "When he does, I'll be ready."
"Karla, what do you mean by that?"
"Just what it sounded like. "I'll take care of Delford
Menzmer and its not going to be by using his constitutional
rights or any other crap. No more getting caught by surprise. One
way or the other, he has to be taken care of."
"I agree, honey, but not your way. That's not the way a good
cop operates."
"What makes you think I'm a good cop? I tried the good cop
way and look what it got me. My insides are so badly torn apart I
may never have sex again. I can't even pee without discharging
blood. You tell me, Devlin, what would you do?"
"Oh, God, Karla. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I got you
into this."
"You didn't hold a gun to my head. I've just had enough of
it. No more, Devlin, no more."
"We need to talk, Karla. You're changed and I'm not sure I
like what I'm hearing."
"Then I guess we don't have anything more to say to each
other do we, Devlin?
Karla spun on her heel and glided across the room into the
Lieutenant's office. Devlin sat with his mouth open not knowing
what to think or do. Ten minutes later he saw Karla exit the
office and hurry out the squad room door. As he tried to catch
her the lieutenant headed him off at the door. "Devlin, wait.
Come in here and close the door."
Devlin hesitated a second and then followed him into his
office. "Sit down, Devlin. You can quit worrying about Sinclair
if that's what you've been doing. She turned in her gun and
badge. She's outta here, kaput, resigned, done."
"She quit? How in the hell could you let her do that?"
"It was her idea. I tried to talk her out of it. She said
she'd had it with this shit and you'd know why she was doing it."
"Jesus!" Devlin gasped. "She's going after him alone for
Christ's sake."
"Who? Menzmer? Whatta you talking about, Devlin? She'd have
to be crazy. How's she going to find one individual who could be
anyplace in the country?"
"Goddamn it, Lieut. She just told me before she came in
here. One way or the other she said."
"Oh shit! Are you sure?"
"No other way. We've got to do something or she's going to
get herself killed."
"Get outta here, Devlin. Go after her. Anything, but don't
let her get hurt for one puss bag like that."
Devlin found himself propped up in the corner of his
favorite cop hangout just before midnight. He'd been pounding
pavement for hours trying to find Karla. No one had seen her and
this was his last resort. If he was lucky, she just might drop in
here.
He was just tilting his glass back when he glanced upward to
see her beautiful face looking down at him from the television
set located above the bar. Choking and sputtering he called the
bartender down to his end of the bar. "Joe, turn that up. What in
hell is she doing up there?"
"Who? Oh, Karla. She's been on there all evening. Every news
blurb. She's suppose to be your partner, don't you know anything
about it?"
"Just turn it up, Damnit."
Too late, whatever she was saying was over for the moment.
Paying his bill, Devlin rushed out the door and headed downtown
to the television station. He had to find out what in hell she
was trying to do.
It was nearly an hour later that Devlin sat in a private
screening room watching the full text of Karla's press interview.
She had somehow convinced the network to tape a news blurb about
the serial killer on the loose in this country and as it unfolded
before him, he grasped exactly what she was doing. She named him
publicly and never missed a chance to tell the world what a sick,
impotent, low life creep he really was. By the time she finished,
and if Menzmer had seen the interview, he would be going nearly
insane with his desire for revenge on someone who would publicly
deface him like that. She had attacked his manhood and he was
afraid she had gone too far.
Devlin knew in an instant she was setting herself up as a
target for the perverted scumbag. He was going to come after her
and Devlin knew he better be close when he did. Devlin thanked
the station manager for the help and hurried out into the night.
He didn't have a clue as to where to go from here. She would
probably go home and wait for Menzmer if her scheme was what he
thought it was. Driving as fast as he could he headed back toward
her apartment. He didn't know why, he'd already been there a
couple of times. Then the cold chill hit him between the shoulder
blades and he screeched to a stop. What if she wasn't home
because he was too late? What if Menzmer had seen the newscast
and made his move right away? Where would he take her if he did?
Devlin thought a minute and then slammed his foot down on
the accelerator. The damn warehouse. Why hadn't he thought of it
before? Why not? Who would think he'd return to the scene of one
of his nearly completed crimes? Like a madman, Devlin sped
through the city hoping he was wrong but not wanting to take any
chances.
Fifteen minutes later he roared down the back street and
slid to a halt half a block from the warehouse. This time he
wasn't going to get taken in like before. Walking cautiously
through the shadows, he made his way to the infamous dark
building. He gritted his teeth as he opened the door and slipped
inside. Somehow he wasn't surprised to see a dim glow at the far
end where they had been nearly electrocuted once before.
With gun in hand he slowly made his way along the wall. As
he grew nearer he could hear the telltale mewing sound of a
female in pain and knew he had hit the jackpot. Somehow, Menzmer
had once again been able to take her by surprise and he had her
now, just as sure as God made little green apples.
As Devlin made his way to the doorway of the cubicle, he
felt his hatred grow as he heard Karla's groans of pain and
terror. Cautiously he reached a place where he could see into the
makeshift torture room. He felt anguish at first and then a rush
of thankfulness. She was there but so was Menzmer. He had caught
him completely off guard.
Menzmer was so busy with Karla he had grown careless. It was
going to be his downfall. Her clothing had been removed of course
and he had secured her to one of the upright support beams of the
ceiling. Her wrists were tied above her head and Menzmer was busy
working on her lower extremities. She let out one hideous scream
before her head flopped down onto her bare chest. Devlin had used
her scream to move into a better position to see what was
happening.
Sickness gripped his stomach as he saw why she had screamed.
Menzmer had her impaled on what appeared to be a large wooden
stake and was attempting to force it deeper into her vagina. The
blood was profuse making him look like a ghoulish vampire as it
splattered onto his hands and arms. He was completely oblivious
to his surroundings. "One move and your heads gone," Devlin
grunted.
Menzmer spun around her body, his hand on the stake. His
eyes were wild as he looked directly at Devlin. Then a smile
appeared on his bloody face. "What took you so long, Detective? I
half way expected you several hours ago."
"Just give me a reason, any reason," Devlin said.
"I don't think so, dear boy. Drop the gun or I jamb this up
her twat until it comes out the top of her head. You want to
watch her die like that?"
"No dice, scumbag. I know your style. I give up my gun and
we both die."
Devlin raised the sights toward where he hid behind her
naked body hoping to get a shot at him. Menzmer broke into a run
away from him keeping her between them so Devlin couldn't get a
clear shot. He hated leaving her hanging like that but he wasn't
going to let this slimy bastard get away this time.
Running full out he caught a glimpse of Menzmer as he
crashed through the doorway and out onto the dock. Closing in
behind him, Devlin gave chase as Menzmer cut down the wooden
platform and headed for the street side of the building. Devlin
could see Menzmer was going to have to jump across a narrow
opening in the dock to reach the safety of the sidewalk. As
Menzmer jumped and was stretched out in midair Devlin squeezed
off one round. He saw him double up from the shock of the bullet
and fall limply toward the water making a loud splat as he struck
the waves some 40 feet below.
It was over. He knew the shot had been a good one. It had
caught him dead center from the way he had crumpled when he fell.
His concern now was to get back to Karla. They could worry about
Menzmer's body later.
She was nearly unconscious as he rushed back to her side and
began to loosen the knots. "Don't touch it," he heard her croak
as he reached for the stake protruding from her body. "Its the
only thing holding my insides from falling out."
He gasped in shock at her words. "Jesus, darling, Jesus,
hold on. Don't die on me now."
She was out cold now. Picking her up in his arms he tried to
hurry out of the warehouse and to his parked car. If he could get
her to the hospital, maybe she had a chance. "Goddamn it, Karla,"
he blurted out loud. "Goddamn it!"
Karla had sustained devistating internal injuries. Her life
lay in a balance between critical and terminal for two days.
Devlin never left her side. On the third day while he was cat
napping in a chair next to her bed he was jolted suddenly awake.
She had moaned and turned her head on the pillow to look at him.
People in the hallway must have thought he had gone berserk as he
rushed out screaming for a nurse or a doctor.
He felt moisture build in his eyes when they told him she
was going to make it. It was doubtful if she would ever have
children but she would live. He was grateful. Whether she would
ever talk to him again, whether she would ever make love with him
again, whether she would ever even work with him again, it didn't
matter. He was grateful and thankful and he let his tears flow as
he looked at her laying peaceful in the bed for the first time.
The End
Author Note: This concludes the 4th reposting of Ladycop. I hope
you enjoyed the story and that you will be watching for my next
work in the weeks to come. Thanks to all for your responses and
letters of encouragement. It was fun.
Mark Allen