The Corpse Cried Murder

An excerpt from The Corpse Cried Murder

Detective Haskal took Ella's hand and looked into her eyes. "I know what this must be doing to you," he said earnestly. "I lost a brother. He was murdered too."

"I'm so sorry for you," Ella said, suddenly beginning to cry. "But she wasn't just my sister. She was my twin! We did everything together—went everywhere together. Can you understand?"

Haskal was finding it hard to even concentrate staring at this beautiful girl—a girl with the same tan and tender body the corpse had had, the same one he had fantasized about at night.

Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him to her. "Please hold me," she pleaded. "Please don't let me go tonight, detective."

Haskal ran his hands up and down her cashmere back, kissed her softly on the ear, and found her wanting more. "Please," she murmured. "Please." He kissed her pretty mouth.

She was eager. She held him tight, groping at his muscled back and arms. He ran his strong hands up under her sweater and found the clasp of her brassiere. Even as he unclasped it, she moved her arms up and pulled her top over her head. Her bra fell away. Her breasts spilled out under the moonlight, heavy and round, with stiff little nipples pointing up at the cop.

"My God, you're beautiful, Ella." He kissed her warm, bare throat.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please."