The Hood of Justice by Mark Alders Read Free Book Online

to talk, are you? Nothing illegal, I mean?"
    "No," Casey snapped. "It's just…well, it unorthodox, and I don't think the Sarge would appreciate knowing, that's all. He's all into his officers following procedure and protocols and stuff for their own protection. How I get the information out of perps…it's kind of different."
    Bruce paused for a moment, looking to be deep in thought. He turned to Casey, stared him deep in the eyes. "If you say it's not illegal, then I'll back you up one-hundred percent. Simple as that, buddy."
    Casey offered a quivering smile. He didn't know why, wasn't sure what the reaction from his partner would be, but he blurted out, "I get the information I need because my…I have a sort of special ability." It was at that moment, Casey lost his nerve. He couldn't tell Bruce the whole truth. If his partner knew, then he would be as accountable, too. An accessory. He couldn't let that happen, no matter what. Yet, he couldn't keep such a thing a secret. Not from Bruce, anyway. The man deserved to know. After all, their relationship was based on trust. 
    "Go on."
    "I can't tell you anymore. I don't want you to get into any trouble," Casey whispered, his voice lost against the whir of air-conditioners and background noise.
    Bruce grabbed him by both shoulders. "I consider you more than a partner. I think of you as family, Case. Now tell me everything, otherwise the foundation of trust we have for one another could erode. If that happens, I would march into the Sarge's office and tell him to get me a new partner. I can't work with someone who keeps secrets."
    The man was right. They shared everything, every detail, including their fears, hopes and dreams. They were more like brothers, the truth be told. He swallowed hard. "I…um….I cock dock with them to get the answers. My foreskin…it…it's kind of magical or something, and it makes any bloke I connect with tell me everything I need to know. They never remember the actual act of the docking afterward, either."
    To Casey's complete and utter surprise, Bruce said, "About time you told me, Case. But just so you know, I knew already. I've seen you doing it plenty of times." Bruce paused. Casey's mouth opened and closed, no words eventuating. His partner continued, "What, you think I didn't notice? Sure, I wasn't sure at first, but after you did it with the Drummond guy, I was ninety percent certain. We work in each other's pockets for ten hours a night, I'm bound to see stuff. I know everything about you, from what hand you use to hold your dick with when you piss, to the type of guys who turn you on." Bruce slapped him again, this time on his backside. Again, Casey's buttocks stung. "I know you like that, too."
    He was still dumbfounded. "I…um…"
    "But I can see how such a thing could cause you trouble. If a smart perp decided to use this ability of yours against you, then you could be in some deep shit. The kind where you don't have a paddle. You're wise to keep it a secret."
    "Thanks, Bruce."
    Bruce leant forward, coming so his nose almost touched Casey's. "If you ever keep anything from me again, I'll rip your balls off. Clear?" He smiled once he finished his words.
    Casey nodded. "Sure thing."
    "Now, tell me more about this ability on the way to the car. We're going to be sitting around for a while. Might as well spill your guts."
    "You're not worried by what the Sarge will say if he finds out?"
    "Heck no. The man may be a tyrant, but he ain't dumb. If you're getting results, and I don't think there's any law against what you're doing, then he won't care. Sure, he'll rant and rave, but that's just him. Just do what you do, Case. I'll be there for you."
    "So…what about sexual harassment?"
    Bruce winked. "You said it yourself, they don't remember. How can a charge be laid on you if they don't even know what you've done? Sure, they know they've told you stuff, otherwise Randy Piper wouldn't have left you that friendly little note, but they can't