Page 74 of The Chemist

They both watched as a large man in a brown leather jacket approached the doc’s motel room, holding a black briefcase. A second later, the door opened, and the doc signaled for the unknown guest to enter. Ten minutes later, the mystery man emerged from the room without the black briefcase and disappeared from the shot. They continued to scroll through the hours of footage until six a.m. when the doc left his room and checked out of the motel, holding the black case.

“What do you think was inside the briefcase?” Diesel asked.

Zero shook his head. “No idea. If he made the effort of collecting the item all the way in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night, I’m guessing he doesn’t want people to know about it.” Snapping shut his laptop, Zero glanced over at where Diesel’s beast was currently sleeping. “Hmm, looks like the little guy decided to take a nap.”

“Hey…” Diesel began as Zero hopped off the bed and headed toward the door. “Where are you going?”

“To go report our findings to that pissed-off man I call a boss.”

Diesel slid his body along the bed until he was lying flat on his back. He placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

“Meh, he’s not that bad. Hurry back. Someone wants you to kiss him goodnight.”

Zero froze when he reached the door. He turned slowly.

“Umm, come again?” Zero asked, looking so confused.

Hands behind his head and still staring at the ceiling, Diesel flexed, causing his semi-erect cock to bounce up and down—aplus side of having a big dick. Having the ability to wave hello from across the room.

Zero’s lips parted until they curved up into a horny smirk. “Fuck…” he groaned out. “You’re such a tease. Don’t start without me.”

Diesel chuckled. He never saw a man dash out of a room so fast.

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ZERO

Zero’s debrief with Chase left more questions than answers. The only new information they had discovered was that the doctor had been given a briefcase by an unknown man in a brown leather jacket. Jared was able to confirm that the doc did arrive home carrying that same suitcase, so at least they knew that the case hadn’t been passed off. Whatever was inside it, the doctor needed.

When their discussion ended, Chase advised that he was going to call his boss, Marc, and run the situation by him. Perhaps he had some insight or suggestions that might help them with their case.

Other than the party this coming weekend, the team had no new evidence or information that might indicate whether the doc was an evil man or just an odd scientist.

Zero hated the fact that he had not been able to find any evidence to support their suspicions. Multiple victims all claimed the same type of scenario, but none of them were coherent enough to provide any concrete, solid information. There were too many similarities amongst their accounts for Chase and his boss to turn a blind eye.

All victims, both male and female, were junkies—high as fuck for anything that they said to be taken seriously by the authorities. They all claimed that they went to a party, all woke up with no memory, and all had signs indicating a struggle.

The police treated each case as a separate incident as there was no physical evidence connecting them—or, more likely, they just didn’t care. But Marc and Chase had seen the connections; all victims were of a particular type—junkies. This helped to ensure no one would believe a word they said… possibly. While each victim was found in a different location, none of them had any memory of what happened or how they got there. Then there was the physical evidence; all victims were found covered in cuts and bruises, barefoot, muddy, and bleeding. It wasn’t signs of an attempted murder, more so, evidence of a struggle, a fight, possibly an escape attempt from their captor. Who knew?

Marc and Chase also had something the police did not—Edwin’s journal. To some, it was known as theBook of Sin. In it were the suspicions of a man they could not trust. Hidden within the journal were truths and lies, details of horrors and accusations that Zero and his team were desperately trying to decipher.

Was the doctor abducting random junkies? Were these victims all survivors of some deranged plot the doctor set in motion?

All of these questions frustrated Zero. He would never forgive himself if someone else got hurt because he was too stupid to connect the dots.

No. The authorities did not believe a word the victims said. They took their statements, got them medical treatment for their wounds, and then tossed them back onto the streets as an inconvenience to their evenings and a waste of time.

Once Zero was done discussing the next steps with Chase, Zero went back upstairs to his bedroom. When he pulled openthe door, Diesel was passed out on his bed, arm thrown over his eyes, legs spread out like he owned the whole fucking thing.

Zero smiled. These were some of the rare moments when Diesel actually looked and acted like a decent human being. The rest of the time, he looked and acted like a fucking asshole.

Yeah, but that’s all just a defense mechanism. You’ve seen how he behaves when he’s around the people he cares about, like Jared and Isaac and all the other guys from the club. Even Chase, he assumed.

Not wanting to wake Diesel, Zero silently slipped across the room and grabbed a towel to take a quick shower before bed.

Twenty minutes later, dripping wet and in nothing but a towel, Zero slipped back into his bedroom. He contemplated taking Diesel’s bed, considering his was currently occupied by a slumbering stoner and his creepy-ass demon tattoo. But hey, why should he have to sleep in sheets that were probably covered in potato chips and dried cum, when his sheets were perfectly clean and fresh smelling.

That, and he secretly hoped that Diesel Jr. might wake up demanding attention and wanting to paint his insides. It had been a couple of weeks since Zero had been fucked, and he was dying to get dicked down by that monster cock of Diesel’s.

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