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Ventura PD
Friday afternoon
April 14, 2012
3:59 p.m.
Detective John Potenza was an excellent marksman. It was something he always had but perfected as an army Ranger sniper. Snipers are the most dreaded of all soldiers in war. They kill indiscriminately, usually taking the higher-ranking targets first. Given the chance to shoot a sergeant or a captain, the captain was a dead man. Potenza learned his trade well.
His first test was in the Balkans where the US conducted mostly an air campaign with its allies in the battle for Serbia, Kosovo, Bosnia and Croatia. Serbs and Croats hated each other, and this was the most brutal of 20th century wars. As a sniper Potenza felt protected as a soldier.
His marksman ship was so strong he often scored in the 90th percentile. While never perfect he had readily scored 94 of 100, 93 of 100 and his personal best of 97 of 100 shots in the bullseye. Potenza was that good which is why aside from surfing, the police shooting range held a special place for solace.
The shooting range was also a place of mixed feelings for him because while it brought him solace it also brought back memories of Bosnia. The brutality of that war in the Balkans and the things he’d seen and done would live with him forever. If John Potenza had a dark side, it would stem from his involvement in the war in Bosnia.
He’d shake his head as he put his earphones on to try and clear his mind. He was here for peace, for concentration, not war and not memories of brutality. Bosnia needed to be a million miles away right now. He had to be one with his weapon and his concentration was paramount.
His day done he had just enough time to run home and take a quick shower before beginning the evening’s festivities. Potenza dressed in dress jeans his belt covered by a blue patterned Hawaiian shirt. It was typical wear for a night out for almost anyone in this ocean side community. It looked good, it felt comfortable and left enough to the imagination to keep things interesting.
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HOME OF MARIA POTENZA
Friday afternoon
April 14, 2012
6:00 p.m.
Driving up to his sister’s place John could only think of the dangers he was putting his family through. The concern wasn’t so much for his father and mother because they seemed to be far removed from the situation, but his sister was, whether she liked it or not, directly involved. She had actually seen Rodriguez and there was probably something she picked up and didn’t even realize which might help with the case. Now was not the time to discuss it though. Bringing it up would only likely get her more involved and that is something this officer did not want.
Maria was looking out the window when John drove up hoping to spot him before he spotted her. He pulled up in front of her place, a second story apartment not far from her shop on Laurel and Santa Clara. It was a great place and above all cheap. It overlooked the ocean which was still almost a mile away. It had easy access to the roof and was great for watching the Fourth of July Fireworks from the beach every year. Put up a couple of lawn chairs, a cold chest full of beer and a table to put out some food. Man, that was the life.
Access to her apartment was through a side entrance which led itself up the stairs. Potenza figured there was no reason to hide his appearance and in fact he wanted anyone watching to see him come and go. They were keeping an eye on her and he wanted to make sure she was seen leaving the place.
“Hi big brother,” she came bounding down the steps giving him a big hug and kiss when she met him at the bottom. “How’s trix?”
“How’s trix?”
“Yes, I was watching an old Bob Hope movie on the classic’s channel and that was one of the lines he used, ‘How’s trix?’” She came back with a smile.
“I don’t know about Trix but we’re a little behind schedule so if you could get your little behind in the car we can go,” he said patting her on her butt.
“Ooh I’m so glad you noticed it’s so little, I’ve been dieting the last few weeks and was wondering about that in fact,” Maria laughed as she told her brother of her new diet.
One thing John Potenza did not want to here about is a woman’s diet. Nothing could be more boring and less conversational than diets. From the TV infomercials to the thousands of diet books on the market he thought, what is America’s obsession with losing weight?
“I know what you’re thinking Johnny Potenza and the answer is; you don’t have a weight problem and you never have, you probably never will,” Maria chimed in as she popped herself into the passenger seat. “You have one of those metabolisms that just keep the weight off no matter what you do, like daddy. I got momma’s genes and we look at a milkshake or chocolate cake and we gain 10 pounds.”
“All right, all right, I here ya,” said the officer knowing this was a losing battle he didn’t want to fight. “Did you leave the key for Carlos?”
“Right under the planter like he said,” the girl answered. “He called before you got here to make sure everything is on for tonight and I told him it was.”
CB nodded with a half smile knowing so far things were going as planned. They drove halfway across town to get to Mary’s place then pulled into her driveway. Her place too was close to the ocean. Actually you couldn’t get much closer without getting wet. The beach sand came right up to her back yard and in times of severe weather she had to evacuate more than once. In the mid-1990’s the El Nino Effect hit southern and central California and caused huge waves and lots of rain. Flooding took place as far as half a mile inland and Mary had to stay with Maria during that time. She had just started at the beauty shop which had only been open a few months. The two girls became fast friends from that point forward.
“C’mon in guys, dinners awaiting!” Mary peaked through the slightly open screen door.
“What are we having sweetheart?” John offered up.
“For dinner or for dessert Johnny?”
“I know what’s for dessert,” was his reply.
“Or at least you hope so, anyway,” Mary said sarcastically.
“Will you two stop,” Maria burst out. “You sound like a bad porno movie.”
The three of them laughed as they entered the house. Hugs and kisses were more than enough to go around and John could smell the aroma of freshly cooked tri-tip with a little soy sauce added in to give it a Polynesian flavor. He loved BBQ and Mary knew this well enough to make sure this man was going to get his fill this night.
“Tri Tip on the Barbie,” John shouted out with an Australian accent.
“And some shrimp too, baby, just for you,” Mary quipped. “Hungry, are we?”
“Famished, plain old famished.”
Maria moved to the kitchen to help bring the food out while John sat down at the head of the table and immediately reached out for some bread. Next he grabbed the bottle of wine which had already been opened and breathing for half an hour and he poured three glasses.
“Oops I almost forgot,” the detective said bolting from his chair and moving quickly outside to his car.
“Johnny, what’s going on?” Maria shouted after him.
The officer quickly opened the trunk of his car where he had stashed a bundle of red roses and a house plant. The roses for his lady of this evening and the house plant for Maria to take with her. As he closed the trunk of the car he caught something out of the corner of his eye. A car slowly going down the street. It brought back memories of the night of the drive by. The car was different certainly, but the MO seemed similar. He wasn’t going to budge this time though. He was going to watch the car as it drove by. The good news was it kept on going.
Was this paranoia or was this good police work? Potenza wasn’t sure which but he knew staying on his toes was important. Tonight of all nights there could be no screw ups. Carlos was coming to take his sister away and he had to make it look just right.
By now both girls were leaning out the open screen door wondering what in the world was going on. As John moved back to the front of the house he smiled and presented the women with their flowers.
They could not have been happier. Maria hugged her older brother and kissed him on the cheek.
“You are the best brother a girl could ever have,” she said. “I just love you.”
Mary planted a huge wet tongue swabbing kiss on his mouth giving John the idea he might be getting a tonsillectomy. After about five seconds of this Mary pulled away.
“Just a preview.”
John looked up in amazement as the woman smiled, took her flowers and then stroked her body away with a wiggle in her butt which said, “I’m not just a tease.” The officer could hardly hold himself together but forced himself to sit down to dinner and start eating. Meanwhile Mary had placed the flowers in a vase with water and placed them squarely on the table at the center.
The three talked about old times and laughed for the next hour as they ate dinner, drank wine shared some fruit with more wine and made sure anyone watching knew they were being carefree and having a great time. Potenza wanted to give the impression this was going to go on for hours and hopefully Stingray watchers would get bored and either leave or lose their concentration just enough to make it so Maria could slip out the back to meet Carlos.
Another hour ticked away as they sat in the living room but not so much in sight from the front of the house. They still carried on loud enough giving the impression they were far from finished.
“Mary, put on some music and make it fairly loud, it’s about time,” Potenza told the sexy lady he was going to spend the night with. “It’s almost 8 o’clock and we told Carlos we’d meet him shortly after eight.”
Mary moved over to the CD player she had next to the TV and grabbed a couple of CD’s from an album.
“How about Three Dog Night, Pearl Jam and Sinatra?” She asked looking through the album and selecting a few different discs.
“Three for three baby, run’em up the flagpole,” John came back.
In the middle of the third song, “Black and White” by Three Dog Night, John motioned it was time to go. Maria put down her drink and slowly moved toward the back door, John followed as did Mary.
“Okay, here’s the plan you just walk out that back door as if you were going into the back yard to look at the ocean,” her brother said. “I’ll be right behind you. Mary, you close the door slowly and keep the music up and loud. I’ll be back in about five minutes. I’ll knock three times on the door to let you know it’s me.”
“Got it handsome,” she said with a look in her eye which said be careful. “I’ll be waiting here for you.”
Maria did as her brother said. She wasn’t about to mess this up by not following his orders. He was a cop, and he knew how to stay alive. He knew what he was doing. From the back porch they moved to the back gate which bordered a sandy road which was nothing more than an alley way. They stayed close to the buildings as they made their way down the alley. There was good cloud cover so the light available from the sky did not light up their appearance. The pair slowly moved house by house, garage by garage until they saw the flicker of floodlights from a car ahead. Carlos didn’t dare use his full headlights. The beams would have bounced off the tight garages and be seen from streets away. No, he would use his smaller floodlights.
“There he is,” Maria said excitedly. “Let’s go.”
The couple ran gingerly toward the car and Carlos opened the driver’s door to let them see him. Once he realized John knew it was him, he got back in and leaned over to open the door for Maria.
“Did you get my stuff Carlos?” She asked as soon as she got in.
“Yeh, I did, it was just by the door inside just like you said it would be.”
John gave his sister a huge hug and felt it coming back to him along with a bit wet kiss on the cheek. He kissed her on the neck. The brother and sister hugged again as they parted, and Maria got into the car.
“C’mon guys let’s go we don’t have all night,” Carlos said in a rushed whisper.
John patted the fender of the car as it started to back out and down the alley. Maria just kept her eyes on her brother until he could no longer be seen. She started to weep just a bit as he went out of site. She fought back the tears but for some strange reason felt this could be the last time she ever saw him. It was a thought she quickly put out of her mind and Carlos sensing her emotions just reached over to put a hand on her shoulder.
“He’ll be all right, I promise, he’s good at this,” he said.
She only put her head down and cried.
“Scrunch down so you can’t be seen,” Carlos instructed her. “At least until we get out of this neighborhood.”
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HOME OF MARY LATOURE
Friday night
April 14, 2012
11:00 p.m.
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HIS SISTER SAFELY OFF to Carp, John quickly made his way back to the house where he knocked three times just as he said he would. Mary opened the door and to John’s surprise she had changed clothes. A sheer negligee appeared over small panties and a very small but overflowing bra. The underwear was pink, the negligee was blue and he felt they fit her firm body perfectly. Potenza could feel the rise in his body as the woman reached down between his legs.
“Some one is saying yes, oh yes,” she moaned as her mouth cupped his ear and her hands pulled him inside the door. “And there will be no, no’s this night.”
Potenza followed her lead. She obviously wanted to be in charge and he was willing to oblige a woman who knew what she wanted and was willing to take it. They moved to the center of the room where Sinatra’s smooth voice only lent itself to the moment. Mary’s hand moved around to grab and squeeze John’s ass as he moaned.
“Perfect, just perfect,” she said lowly still munching on his ear as she slipped her tongue inside caressing his entire ear.
John held her more closely now his hand finding her firm buttocks and squeezing. He then kindly slapped her butt cheek, and she gave out a little surprised sound, followed by a big smile which she showed him by looking straight into his eyes.
Her hand took his and placed it on her breast as her other hand reached around and undid the bra which held these two robust fruits he wanted to taste so much. John’s fingers cupped the perfect breast then his two fingers felt their way to the nipple and squeezed.
“Ooooh, I love it Johnny, squeeze it harder, harder, so hard,” she moaned as he followed her every command. “Suck them Johnny suck them and bite them.”
The officer didn’t have to be told twice. Doing as he was instructed only made his rock harder and she was moaning with pleasure. He had not experienced this kind of erotica for some time, and it was as pleasant as it gets.
Potenza moved back and forth from breast to breast sucking and biting and sucking and biting as her hand cupped his head from behind and pulled him closer. They were too large to swallow and while they were amazing, he usually preferred small breasts to large ones. Small breasts he could put entirely in his mouth swallowing it all the way down to the breastbone. That was a turn on. This moment however was totally incredible.
The cop never realized what a pension Mary had for sex and this type of strong sex. This was the sort of sex you see in movies, not the kind you experience. John was not going to complain.
Potenza slid his hand down to her panties and put his hand inside where his fingers were met with a rush of wetness he couldn’t believe was already there. He moved two fingers inside her and she moaned even louder, her perfect ass moving in a dip and swirl circle.
“No not yet Johnny, not yet,” she said with a hush pulling away from his fingers as he brought his hand back from inside her panties. “I want to do something else first.”
She slipped her hand to his belt and pulled tightly to release the lock. Then with a quick lunge her hand went deep inside his loosened pants and grabbed his manhood, and squeezed. The officer could only moan knowing she had his complete and undivided attention. He was going wherever she was taking him.
“Oh Mary, you hit the spot!”
Mary smiled again as she dropped to her knees.
“Wait until I take the whole spot.”
He moaned about ready to explode.
“Not yet, darlin’ I want to fully explore your pleasures, not yet,” she said looking up at him. “You will two or three times tonight, Johnny.”
With that she moved forward on him again, this time making him feel like he’d never felt before.
An hour later he fell back on to the love seat as he looked at Mary and smiled.
“You are something, man you are incredible,” he said starting to pull his clothes together.
Immediately she grabbed him again with full force.
“You are not getting away that easy,” she said as she moved over him again.
“You are not going to let me up are you?” He questioned.
“I told you three times tonight and I meant it,” she said.
Potenza smiled and as his smile turned to laughter, he took her cheeks in each hand and kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone before. The officer didn’t mind where her mouth had just been, he wanted to engulf her fully and as his body began to rise again, he could feel the passion in her hips. No, he wasn’t backing off, not at all. This night was going to be a night to remember.
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THE STREET OUTSIDE Mary Latoure’s home
Friday evening
April 14, 2012
11:59 p.m.
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“ESSE, WHAT DO YOU THINK they are doing in there, man?” The Mexican biker asked the other as they sat in a parked car down the street watching Mary’s house.
“What do you think they are doing in their man?” The other man answered as he offered a half smoked joint to the first man. “They’re probably fucking each other’s brains out esse?”
“Charlaa’ man no way, dude,” the first man said emphatically. “The dude’s sister is in there bro, he ain’t doing it with his sister.”
“You never know bro, these white boys get kinky once in a while,” he laughed as he took another hit.
Unbeknownst to Potenza it wasn’t the Stingrays who were watching his every move and those of his sister. It was the Bulldogs. Hermanos had put a tail on him. Potenza had been straight with the Mexican gang from Oxnard and Hermanos knew Grister had ordered the drive by shooting which took place last time he visited Mary. While Hermanos wanted Grister dead because of what happened to Rodriguez he also knew the cop was the only thing keeping things in order. Without Potenza this whole thing could blow up in all their faces.
While the two gangsters in the car were pretty good at screwing up, they were what Hermanos could spare. They weren’t well known in Ventura and chances are they could at least keep their eyes on the officer and his sister. Half of which they failed that night.
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HOME OF MARY LATOURE
Saturday morning
April 15, 2012
7:00 a.m.
As the morning rolled around Potenza put his pants on and opened the back door to smell the sea air. It was a smell he enjoyed immensely. Looking back at the sleeping Mary he wondered how his sister was and if she and Carlos had any problems. She was going to send a text message to him around 10 this morning to give him an update.
The officer, wearing only his pants walked out onto the beach and sat down on the sand. He pondered last night and what he was doing without the department knowing about it; spiriting away his sister. The last thing he wanted was a black and white patrol on his sister. This town was too small for that. It would put her not at all at ease and cause her problems with business. No, he did the right thing; involve his family.
“Did you sleep well, Johnny?” Mary’s voice cracked the sounds of the waves hitting the shore. She held out a fresh cup of coffee to the officer.
“I slept like I’ve never slept before in my life, sit down sweetheart,” he patted the sand next to him.
She was clad in only her panties and the sheer negligee, and he could see her perfect breasts as they rose to meet him as she sat down.
“You were just incredible,” he said as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
“I knew you’ve had lots of women in your life and I just wanted to make an impression,” she said with a smile dropping her head. “I wanted to give you a night to remember, something to compare your other adventures to.”
He just looked at her. He’d never expected a statement from a woman like the one he just heard. Mary wanted to be at the top of his long list and wanted him to try to top her which would be difficult to do because she was at the top certainly now.
“Mary if I was the marrying kind I think after what you just said I would say ‘I Love you,’” he said astonishing even himself.
“You are NOT the marrying kind,” she said with a laugh as she tossed her hair back. “So, let’s keep it casual and carnal.”
Potenza smiled again and nodded in agreement as they sat on the beach. She put her head on his shoulder, clasping his arm as he sipped the hot coffee.
“By the way, Johnny,” she said. “I have a favor.”
The officer didn’t know what that meant but felt he would certainly oblige her. How could he not?
“Yessss,” he said drawing out the word.
“If I’m ever in the need like you were last night, you have to promise me you’ll come to my rescue, sexually I mean?”
Potenza realized this special woman had rooted out his need and knew how to fulfill it and chose to fulfill it. He smiled and kissed her on the lips passionately.
“My dear you have nothing to worry about,” he said matter of factly. “All you have to do is whistle.”
“To Have and To Have Not!” She said pointing out the line from one of her favorite films with Bogie and Bacall. “You know how to whistle don’t you? Just put your lips together and blow.”
A big grin appeared across his face as he looked deep into Mary’s eyes. She reached over and took his coffee cup and set it on the sand. Then she dropped the top part of her night gown exposing fully those two beautiful breasts.
“Whoooo” was the whistling sound coming from her lips as she held out her hand and placed it on the officer’s cheeks. He wondered who might be watching on the beach at this hour of the morning but as her cupped hand pulled his face to her breasts he didn’t really care. John just followed her lead. And at the moment she was pitching a great game. It would be a couple of hours before Maria sent her text, he had time to spare, and he was sparing nothing this morning. Neither was Mary.