Serial Volume Three by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes

papers, the TV, the press.
    The one who had dubbed me CK, and the one who claimed he was thiiiis close to an arrest in the case of the Cascades Killer.
    I laughed when I saw him and said, “What’s this about?”
    He moved to stand directly in front of me, almost matching my height. He looked me in the eye, but I didn’t back down. He blinked and I won. He waited a moment longer and said, “Jude Hollister, you’re under arrest for the abduction and murder of Noreen Hamilton. You have the right to remain silent…”
    My mind wandered as he read me my Miranda Rights, I held out my hands and let him cuff me. Just as he was about to snap them shut, I pulled back and said, “Can I at least put on my pants?”
    He sneered and looked me up and down and replied, “What you’re wearing is fine enough. More dignity than you’ve afforded any of your victims.”
    “Victims?” I asked and raised my brow. “I believe you just arrested me for one victim, who are the rest?”
    “Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Hollister,” he said, “I know you’re CK and I know you’re a fucking animal.”
    “CK?” I asked, “What on earth is a CK and how do you think I am linked to it?”
    He glared at me, his eyes dark and deep with rage. In any other circumstance, maybe a few thousand years ago, he and I would have met on the battlefield and fought to the death.
    Sometimes civilization could be such a fucking bore. I’d get immense satisfaction sinking a sword into his belly and fucking his wife in front of him.
    I should have been born a barbarian. For all my refined ways, I really was born into the wrong life.
    “Agent Chase, assist him in finding his pants,” he barked and an attractive young female agent came rushing to his side. The way she looked up at him with those soulful puppy dog eyes revealed everything I needed to know.
    They were obviously fucking, she was obviously in love, and he was obviously and deliberately ignoring it.
    “Yes sir,” she said in a clipped, professional tone. She looked at me and said, “Where can I find them?”
    “Master bedroom, end of the hall, walk in closet, second drawer on your left. Sweat pants and a shirt if you can manage, sweetheart,” I said and smiled. The effect was not lost on her; she smiled back, then glanced at Donovan with a guilty look on her face.
    She was gone a couple minutes, rushed back in and said, “There’s somebody in the bathroom.”
    She handed me a bundle of clothes and Donovan took off down the hall.
    “You want to watch?” I asked and dropped my towel; my cock was hard as I pulled on the sweats. She watched. She then watched as I wiggled into the tee shirt. I could tell she was aroused as she pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me. “You’re rather good at this,” I said, “you might be a fun lady to hang out with.”
    “Shut the fuck up, you sick bastard,” she spat and jerked my hands up.
    “I need to call my lawyer,” I said and resisted her attempt to pull my hands any higher. I wasn’t in the mood for a dislocated shoulder. She finally gave up and stepped around me, ignoring the watchful eye of the men on her team. It’s like we all knew what was up between her and Agent Blake, Donovan, but nobody wanted to mention it out loud.
    “You’ll get your chance,” she said and looked down the hallway to where Donovan had probably discovered a very wet and naked Pet.
    “He’s most likely otherwise…engaged,” I said, “there’s an incredibly beautiful, naked woman down there. Don’t be surprised if he takes a while.”
    She whipped her head back to face me and said, “Seriously, shut the fuck up.”
    I’d unsettled her though, she turned to a man beside her and said, “Watch this sick son of a bitch, I’m going to see what’s happening.”
    He smirked and nodded, she left and I observed. The dynamic among the group was fascinating and I was just finding out now if there was anything I could exploit later on.
    I sighed and tried