“Lieutenant Anderson told me all my other duties are being assumed by someone else and this one investigation is my sole responsibility.” Em opene... her mouth, but Doug jumped in before she could explain. “He also said I no longer report to him. What the heck is up? Who did you piss off, and what kind of hard-ass are we reporting to now?”Em held her hands up. “Whoa. Slow down a minute. The hard-ass in charge of this case is me. And the person we both ultimately respond to is him,” she said,. I had decided that there was a good chance that I would have to reload my own shells, and I wanted to hang on to the the plastic shells as long as I could. Metallic cartridges were available in 12-gauge at this time, but I was not certain that they would fit my shotgun. It dawned on me that I needed to find that out as soon as I came across a gun shop.My next chore was to loot the body of the bandit and to determine if he was on a wanted poster. I was in luck in one respect: no slug had hit the. Now it was his turn for his mouth to gape open wide and his heart to pound like a big bass drum with worry. "Um, she did," he finally muttered. His fingertips were just able to reach one of her nipples and by practice or instinct he began gently tugging on it.Glory was ready to have a hissy fit. "But, but, but! But what if someone sees her legs and calls the librarian by, or he happens to wander by again?" Her pussy was gushing, and her whole body trembled.Alan was finding it increasingly hard. I was hoping to avoid that question."Seth gets off at four," I replied, glancing at the clock. It was four fifteen. I'd decided to give him time to get home."Weren't you there last night, too?" Eddie asked casually, turning the page in his magazine."Yes. I was," I admitted, stopping in the doorway to turn and face him. Obviously, I wasn't just going to walk out the door."Oh, okay," Eddie replied simply.I stared at him suspiciously for a moment, wondering if that was it. When it appeared he had.