The Fire Marshals didn't have much to go on about what caused the fire. Fortunately, the building was evacuated quickly, and there were no casualties. Just a few bumps and bruises. Hannah offered to let me stay at her place tonight until I could sort my living situation out. Eddie's place was out of the question. His apartment had been smaller than mine since he moved out. I had my suspicions as to what caused the fire. There were too many things happening at once to be unrelated. I don't entertain the idea of coincidence. Too many to be a single perpetrator. 'A group effort, Terrorist maybe? A cultist group? Or a handful of copycat vigilantes?' None of those fit the pattern. No information has yet to be released to the public, so many of those possible scenarios are slim.
I lean against the wall as Hannah opens her apartment door and removes her jacket. Her blouse really was tight against her skin. To my surprise, I spot Camilla sitting on the couch. I freeze in the doorway. 'She must have come back with Hannah.' I shot a glance at Hannah with a look asking why she didn't tell me. She folds her arms and gives me the Camilla stare while tapping her heels. 'Shit, she must be hanging out with my ex-wife more than I knew.'
"I didn't tell you, and I wasn't planning on telling you. Just like you weren't planning on telling me about those two photos," Hannah whispered matter-of-factly, kicking off her high-end heels.
A suddenly stiff jolt to my arm stings like hell. Standing beside me was a young blonde woman with French braided pigtails. Her lime green eyes were a mirror image of Hannah's. The young woman's oval face, high cheekbones, bowtie lips, straight eyebrows, and delicate nose were lovely. The white string tank top she is wearing barely covers her impressive perky bust. She wore tight, high-waisted black track shorts that heightened her peachy bottom and brought attention to her tight cameltoe. The shorts rode up her derrière, exposing her buttcheeks. I sheepishly avert my eyes from her overly revealing attire and turned to Hannah, who was heading to the bathroom. Seems I've been left to fend for myself by my partner. The college-aged siren stood defiantly close, waiting for some response from me. The scent of freshly used bath wash was thick on her skin. She folds her arms before quickly putting her hands on her hips. Her mannerisms were strikingly similar to Hannah's. The sudden movement caused her breasts to flop wildly. Almost busting out of her shirt.
Again, I avert my eyes to avoid an awkward situation. Charlotte was still attending college and shared this apartment with her sister. To say she didn't like me was an understatement. That stemmed from me being her partner. She saw it as a career-ender. Charlotte had heard the rumors about me and my family through the internet. The feisty young woman must have been wondering why I was there. I was about to say something when Hannah called her to the hallway. She reluctantly stroked off, making her apple bottom jiggle as her hips swayed side to side. I saw her rump perfectly with those shorts riding up her bottom. For some reason, the barefooted vixen got my blood boiling.
Then I caught Camilla looking at me. She crossed her legs, and she, too, was barefoot. Seeing her like that after seeing Charlotte had awakened an erotic tingle in my lower parts. Camilla wore a slightly more covered gray tank top with black track shorts similar to the college fury. That didn't hide how much larger her chest was. I went to the living room, remembering how gorgeous Camillia was.
"I guess you're wondering why I'm here," Camilla said. "My Apartment was burglarized. It must have happened when I was away with Demi and Lorelei. I'm staying here for a few days after today's weirdness," Camilla explained.
"What the hell? Why didn't you call me?" I asked. "You could have stayed at my place," I exclaimed.
"Stay at your place? The one that just burnt down?" Camilla countered.
I sighed as she had a point. Had she been there, she might have been injured. That's something I couldn't live with. Hannah brought a blanket and pillow for me. She was still wearing her work clothes. I heard bathwater running in the background. Now is an excellent time to fill both of them in. She sits down beside my ex-wife.
"Listen, about that photo. That was a picture of me and around twenty-four members from my old unit. Parker was a part of that unit. So was Enrico and Jason. In the other picture, that man is awfully familiar to one of our Captains. Aaden Oswald Hison, commander of the 4th company. He died during our service, yet somehow he is in a picture that is decades older," I revealed. To top it off, Jason and Enrico have a giant X in my unit photo along with Parker," I said.
Hannah sat down on the couch. Her breast jiggled as she sat down. Causing another erotic burst in my body. It took some willpower to ignore my wife, my partner, and her younger sister. I've been around attractive women before, but I never had such hormonal bursts like this. There was something about both of the women's oversized melons that tempted me to ravish both of them immediately. I could only imagine Hannah taking a bath with her sister. She gave me a long gaze while Camilla digested what I just told her. Hannah was barefoot, with the exception of the thin pantyhose that covered her bare feet. Topping that off, she crosses her legs right in front of me. I'd seen her do that many times before and never had the sight riled me up as it did now. I felt an erection coming on, more vigorous than I had ever felt before. An erotic energy hung in the air, and I was beginning to believe it was just me. I positioned myself to avoid Camilla seeing my junk erect. She knew how endowed I was and would definitely spot any signs of horniness in me. That was the last thing I needed my partner or her sister Charlotte to see. Hananh's voice broke the sexual tension building up in me.
"Okay, we will get in contact with the other members of your unit in that photo. Maybe we can find out something concrete," Hannah said.
"Sounds like a plan," I whispered.
I wrote down the names of all the marked members and unmarked members. Another task to look into in the morning.
"So, what about what happened this morning? Who do you think called us? If it wasn't Parker, then who?" Camilla questioned.
"That's a good question that I don't have an answer to," I said.
"I looked into that on the way back. Captain Kremer ran the phone numbers of Camilla, Lorelei, and Demi. He also ran Parkers, and nothing came up. I heard from Eddie's Captain that the call did come from Parker's house. None of this makes sense," Hannah said.
"So, what? A ghost made the calls," Camilla asked.
"It could have been spoofed," Charlotte said.
She was looming over the couch next to me. Her cleavage is hanging all over my face. I could just about see her nipples from how her tank top hung. 'Did this young siren know what she was doing to me?'
"Our tech guys are looking into that already. It's a possibility, but my question is, why are you asking about an active case?" I asked.
"I'm not the one talking about open cases in front of civilians," Charlotte snapped.
"My sister is majoring in criminal law and psychology," Hannah stated.
"That's right, and I'm top of my class," Charlotte gloated, making her bosom bounce at her statement.
"That's good to know. You're following in your older sister's footsteps," I said.
"It's what our Dad and Mom wanted," Charlotte whispered.
I hadn't known that Hannah's parents were deceased. She never talked about her life before joining the force.
"Our parents were murdered when I was attending college. Charlotte and Georgiana are the only family members I have left," Hannah stated.
"Oh, that reminds me, sis is coming home tomorrow," Charlotte revealed. "So, if this ogre is staying here now, too, then Georgiana will have to bunk with me," she added.
"What? Why is she coming home? She's in the Navy. Last I heard she wouldn't be home until Christmas," Hannah stuttered.
"Georgiana said she'd been discharged. She didn't say why," Charlotte said.
"Looks like your bed is the couch, for sure. Georgy isn't the easiest to get along with," Hannah admitted.
"We better get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day," I said.
I get one last look at their mouth-watering derrieres as Charlotte, Camilla, and Hannah before they disappear into the hallway one by one. My gut was telling me this was going to be a rough night.