“NOTHING? Seriously, you found nothing? How can someone kill someone and not leave one fucking tiny shred of evidence?” Detective Fisher yells before slamming the phone down. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK… “COME IN,” yells Fisher as he turns to see Sam Castle walk through his door.

           

“Ah, Mate, I didn’t know you had arrived already. Sorry about that, the Coroner found nothing on the body we just found.” Fisher stood saying, as he walked around and embraced his old friend. “No problem, and it’s good to see you, I wanted to surprise ya, been a long time.” Said Castle as he returned the manly embrace to his old friend.

           

Breaking the embrace, Fisher gestured to a chair across from his desk, as he walked back around his desk and to a seat. “So, I grabbed my serial killer file. Do you think you have one?” asked Castle, pulling the file from his bag. “Well.” Fisher rubbed his beard, “We have 25 bodies in the last ten years, and we have just found number 26.” Fisher looked at Castle, Beat. “If that’s not a serial killer, I don’t know what is.”

           

“TWENTY-SIX bodies?” Castle exclaimed. “And no evidence on any of them?” Castle looked puzzled as he looked at his file. “Matt, I hate to say this, but nothing in that folder,” pointing to his massive folder, “is going to help you then. This killer, if it is the same killer, is a new one for my folder.” Castle said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Everything and everyone in that folder was and is nowhere near as meticulous as your killer.”

“Ugh, well, if that is the case,” Fisher groaned. “Maybe a fresh set of eyes can see something we have missed.” Fisher looked at Castle. Castle could see the pleading in his eyes. 

“I can definitely take a look at all the files, as long as I get to keep my notes afterwards. I kind of told a little white lie about why I came to London, but 26 bodies and no evidence, this will definitely make for a good murder novel.” Castle replied, looking at Fisher. 

“But I do need to get at least a good nights rest before I start looking, I didn’t sleep so well on the flight over, even first class, flying sucks ass.” Both Fisher and Castle laugh, as they both know all too well the pain of flying.



I woke to Sheba hissing and clawing at the door, then I heard the screaming. “I really need to finish soundproofing that room.” I groaned as I sat up in bed. Sheba ran and jumped up on the bed, laying her head in my lap. Her beautiful, soft white skin felt so good as I petted her from head to ass. Sheba made me moan as she licked between my pussy lips, catching my clit. SMACK.. My hand made contact with her ass, leaving a red hand print. Sheba bite my clit before jumping down from the bed, “OWWW you bad kitten” I shouted as I grabbed her tail, and pulled it out of her ass… Sheba screamed out in pain. “Bad kitten, you know better. Serves you right for teasing me, then biting me.” I didn’t give her any pity, as I watched her lick the trickle of blood from her ass.

“Now then,” I said, standing naked, still holding Sheba's tail. “Get over here and assume the position, so I can put this back in. Than you will be put up for what you did, while I tend to our rather bitch ass house guest.” Sheba slowly crawled towards her chair, once she lay over it, I did grab the KY Jelly, before walking to her. I squeezed a drop of jelly on the anal plug and a drop right on her beautiful rose bud, which was now red from me pulling out her tail and her licking it.

Sheba moaned as I pushed her tail back deep in her ass, which honestly made my own juices stir. I moaned in frustration because, as much as I wanted Sheba. I had to finish up with Paul Ryan today. I already had his final location chosen and set up. Just needed to finish him off, and put my artwork on display.

 

 

Castle stretched and groaned as he sat up in bed, the clock by his bed said seven A.M.. His flight had landed at nine p.m. the night before; by the time he left Fisher, it had almost been midnight. His phone dinged with a text from Fisher. ‘Hey Mate, I’ll meet you at the usual coffee house at 8’. Every time Castle came to London, the two of them always met at ‘The Black Lab’, one of London's oldest and best coffee houses.

‘See you in an hour, mate.’ Castle hit send and headed to the shower. He was only about a 20-minute taxi ride from The Black Lab, but this early in the morning, after a long, rough flight, he knew he needed a little extra time in the shower.

An hour later, Castle was sitting at their table at the back of the house. He had just sat down when Matt walked in the door. Castle and Fisher did their greetings, as they sat, Sara came over. "Well, Castle, it's been a long time, nice to see you. You too, Fisher. Are we doing the usual?"

Both nodded, as their usual was black coffee and a bagel with toppings. They just needed a quick bite before heading in to start going through twenty-six case files.