Bloody Seven of Spades 1: Life and Death

Dominic woke up before Levy, and although he desperately needed a shower, he couldn't get out of bed.He lay on his side looking at Levi's sleeping face.

Levi stretched out on the bed, with the quilt piled up below his waist, revealing his well-defined back muscles, looking extremely beautiful.From his shoulders to the nape of his neck, Dominic's mouth marks, and Dominic believes that if he pulls the sheet down a bit, he can still see the fingerprints of his fingers on Levi's crotch.

The bite marks on Dominique's own neck were hot to the touch, not uncomfortable, but it helped to divert his attention from the throbbing pain in his right shoulder.He pressed those bite marks with his fingers, recalling the scene of last night, he couldn't help trembling.

He's sleeping with Levi Abrams--so much so that the bed is falling apart.He couldn't have imagined that such a serious man who could get angry at the touch of a touch could be so enthusiastic in bed, but now, the hickey marks, scratches, and sore muscles on his body proved that it was true.When Levy orgasmed, he tightened Dominique's cock with incredible force, as if every tension that had been built up was released at that moment.Best of all, Levi's voice is unmistakable, which is one of Dominique's favorite passions.

He called Jasmine last night and asked her to take the anti-bone girl to her and Carlos to take care of it, hinted at it, but never said that he just fucked the tightest ass he's ever had in his life Li can't stop but has no intention of going now.Then he and Levi ate room service meals in bed and gave each other horny, hot blowjobs before falling asleep exhausted.

That night, there was a fly in the ointment that neither of them mentioned: Levi was indeed in a romantic window.Just a moment of spring breeze alone is not a psychological burden for Dominic, but no matter how much he wants him, he will not be entangled with a man who has just ended a serious relationship, and he is sure that Levi also understands at this point.So they all avoided mentioning it.

"Do you know that you look so wretched now?" Levi said with his eyes closed.

Dominic jerked back and gasped.He didn't even realize that Levi was awake. "How long have you been awake?"

"How long have you been staring at me?" Levi asked back.His eyes were open now, and he was smiling sleepily at Dominique, but otherwise he was motionless.

"I'm not staring. I'm admiring." Now that Levi's awake, Dominique can't keep his hands off.He ran his fingers up and down Levi's back, and seeing Levi arch his back like a cat, he felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

Levi's smile faded as he looked over Dominique's shoulder; a monstrous bruise that had turned black overnight.He reached out as if to touch, but stopped when his fingertips were about to touch. "Oh my God, Dominic, your shoulders are terrible."

"Just bad bruises. I've had worse."

Levi's fingers slide over the old gunshot wound not far from the bruise. "You really didn't just talk casually." He turned over and lay on his side, stroking Dominic's face with his hands, and tracing the bridge of his nose. "How did you break your nose?"

"Battle in the bar." Dominic said in a nutshell, just wanting to see how Levi would react.

He was not disappointed.In a split second, Levy first looked surprised, then turned into disbelief, and finally looked tired and convinced. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No. Some homophobic bastard got drunk and called me—well, I don't like it anyway. I'm not that easy to bully."

"In order to let out this breath, I ended up with a broken nose."

"That man couldn't even walk." Dominique said, recalling that scene at that time, he was quite satisfied.When he saw the startled expression on Levi's face, he quickly explained: "Because I knocked him out, that's all. The guy was so unbeaten. He was fine afterward."

"I know I shouldn't be applauding," Levy said.He stroked Dominique's chest. "You can't just hit someone just because they're rude. But a lot of times I want to do the same thing as you, so the only real thing in my heart is jealousy."

"You can't get rid of this face. If it wasn't really dangerous, you wouldn't fight with someone in the bar." Dominique sighed, and Levi's hand all the way down caused his heart to surge. "I really want to find a day to compete with you. See if I can win you."

Levi's voice became hoarse, and he said, "You took me down easily last night."

"Spoof." Dominique said and held his breath, because Levi squeezed his penis, which made the half-hard morning erection fully excited.

"Actually, if conditions permit, you could knock me out with one blow." Levy continued to rub Dominic as he said. "But you have to be able to hit me first, and that's where I will make you feel tricky. As long as there are other options, I will never fight you with bare hands when I am facing a man of your physique. My only goal is to get rid of you as quickly as possible and get away."

"What if you still have to arrest me?" Dominique asked him, enjoying the other man's handwork while maintaining a conversation was an enjoyable challenge.

"In that case, I will definitely bring a weapon, and then the whole situation will be different. Different strategies, different operations."

Dominic shrugged at Levi's hand. "God, this is too provocative."

Levi blinked first, then rolled his eyes and turned away with a half-smile—a look that Dominique had come to realize meant he was a little embarrassed but happy nonetheless.

"We really need to talk," Dominique said, running his thumb over Levy's razor-sharp cheekbones.

"I know. But you can't wait..." Levi stared at the work in hand, "Two 10 minutes?"

"It's absolutely fine." Dominic said and pulled him over for a kiss.

They did it again, side by side, this time at a slower pace because Levi was still in pain.Dominic did not penetrate deeply like last night, but focused all his energy on Levi's prostate. The rhythmic and steady swing of his hips made Levi twist and moan in his arms. The sultry posture made Domi Nick had to maintain a high degree of self-control to get the job done.It didn't take long for them to climax.

When they were done, they showered—separately—and got dressed.It wasn't until the two sat down at a table facing each other over in-room coffee that they tackled the thorny subject.

"I don't regret what happened last night at all," Dominique said, "but it's not going to go any further, at least not right now. I don't want to be someone else's friends with benefits. You and Stanton are not ordinary— You loved, you lived together for years. You need time to remember that relationship. Besides, I don't know the situation, who knows if you will get back with him."

"I won't." Levi said, staring at the coffee. "But you don't know the situation. I understand. I didn't just break up and rush to find another one. I wasn't ready."

"But?" Dominic handed over the words.

Levi looked up, worried. "I don't want to pretend that none of this happened."

"Neither do I! Levi, that's not what I meant." Dominique reached across the table and took his hand. "This past week has been crazy - serial killers, crime scenes, life-and-death situations every day. I think we have to get out of the shock and get to know each other. Take it easy, you know I mean?"

"I've always taken my time," Levy said, glancing at the mess on the bed, and smiled. "Last night was an exception, I guess. My problem is, if you take your time, you won't feel Is it boring?"

Dominique understood the implication, and wasn't offended—his love history was, after all, a string of one-night stands and serious romances. "With you? I won't." He squeezed Levy's hand. "What do you think, let's wait for two weeks, and then drink coffee together to see how it develops?"

"Sounds good," Levy said.Neither of them let go.

They held hands like this until Levi's phone rang.Dominique sips his coffee, and Levi gets up to reach for his phone, which is charging on the bedside table.The coffee was okay, but Dominique added so much milk and sugar to it that he couldn't tell the difference between the different brands.

"I'm Detective Abrams." Levi was still facing Dominic, so Dominic also saw him turn pale and nervous for a moment, which aroused the laziness in the morning. "Yes. All right. I'll be there in half an hour."

He hangs up.Dominique knew there was only one thing that could trigger this reaction, saying, "Seven of Spades kills again?"

"Yes," Levi said gloomily, "this time it's the real thing. The five-day grace period has passed."

***

This morning, Levi's car wouldn't start at all, and the battery was completely hiccupped.Not having time to get a new one, he took a taxi to an upscale suburban area in Summerlin, and walked to the crime scene.This is a square detached mansion, which is the kind of artificial "desert modern style" building that he is very uncomfortable with. It is full of glass, steel frame and concrete, and it is protruded at an abrupt angle.A group of curious neighbors gathered on the outskirts of the property, watched by a patrolman, and Levy checked in with him.He slipped under the cordon and walked down the long driveway, where Martin was waiting for him.

She took one look at him and said, "My God, you slept with Dominic!"

"What?!" He looked around in horror, but no one around could hear him. "Why—why would you—"

"So, you slept with someone last night, and the last time we spoke, you were alone with Dominic in a hotel room. So unless you've shooed him away and headed back to Stanton, in my estimation, He's the reason you're all so bright-eyed and pink-faced right now."

Levi pressed his face with both hands in embarrassment, then put down his hands and glared at Martin angrily.She nearly burst into laughter.

"There's no mistake, Martin, someone died here this morning," he muttered angrily.

"I can't believe it. It's not like you to find someone else so soon." She stopped laughing and said in a different tone: "But seriously, do you think this is really okay? You broke up with Stanton It's only been a day."

"Of course not." Levi took out a pair of nitrile gloves and walked down the driveway with Martin while putting them on. "We agreed to put this matter aside for a while, and take it slowly, if it can really develop."

If Levi was allowed to travel back, he would still choose to sleep with Dominic, because that night was so wonderful.A few hours with a good-looking lover who is superb in bed can relax him more than any strenuous exercise, without all the situations and tensions.He needs this.

However, he still couldn't help feeling guilty.A little over 24 hours after breaking up with Stanton, he switched to sleeping with Dominique.If Stanton found out, he would have to break down.It is impossible for Levy to break up with Stanton overnight like a magic trick.His heart was still hurt, he was confused and anxious about the unknown future, even though he was more and more attracted to Dominic, he never stopped thinking about Stanton.

Regardless of that much, he still has work to do right now, and he needs to separate public and private affairs.Levy put his own mess aside, and was mentally prepared to deal with the situation created by "Seven of Spades" this time.

The garage door was open, and there was room for three cars, and CSI men and uniformed patrolmen were huddling around a silver Lexus sedan—Gibbs was among the patrolmen, and it was for Levi, really. Breakfast was the icing on the cake.He walked with Martin toward the driver's side door.

The victim was described as a white male in his mid-35s with a clean beard and well-dressed clothes. Seven of Spades positioned him as if he was about to back out of the garage—the key was in the ignition, but the car was off and the dead man was wearing his seat belt.His hands are firmly on the steering wheel, probably glued on like Goodwin holds a beer bottle.A swarm of flies buzzed around the gap in the dead man's neck.

The iconic playing cards are sandwiched between his left hand and the steering wheel, and there is a half-bottle of whiskey in the car cup holder.The rest of the compartment was crammed with empty spirits bottles.

"I recognize this person," Levi searched for his name in his mind. "Benjamin Ross, right?"

"That's right," Martin said, "it's not really surprising that he's being targeted by a murderer."

Two years ago, the Benjamin Ross case sparked heated discussions across the city.While driving drunk, he hit and killed a young passerby named Armando Moitoso.He hired a strong team of defense attorneys, who began their strategy by calling in a highly respected psychiatrist to diagnose Rose as a "severe substance addict," a devastating disease. He undermined his judgment and ability to control his impulses, hoping to play the sympathy card on the jury.

Just two days after the start of the trial, the public prosecutor proposed a very generous plea deal to Ross[2], as long as the defendant gave up the original "innocence plea", he could exchange for a very light punishment-six months in prison plus Probation, a large fine, community work, plus counseling for substance dependence.The deal sparked widespread outcry because, in the eyes of the general public, Ross' murder was simply let go.

Obviously, "Seven of Spades" also holds this opinion.

"Can I open the door?" Levi asked the CID.Seeing her nodding, he opened the driver's door with a "bang", then leaned in to take a closer look.A clean cut across the victim's throat, no sign of resistance, no self-defense wounds. "We need to do thorough toxicology testing, but this appears to fit the modus operandi of 'Seven of Spades'."

"Yeah, except for this pile of wine bottles," Martin pointed out as he walked around the car, "'Seven of Spades' has never added anything other than playing cards to the scene before, but these cutscenes are clearly intended to deal with Rose's crimes." Hook up. Why did you think of doing it this time?"

Levi stood up straight. "Maybe this person feels more confident and creative after successfully killing a few people. It may also be that the publicity of the incident has boosted his fighting spirit. This person's work on the stage effect of committing crimes is no worse than other aspects."

"There must be more than a hundred bottles here. Now we know what this man has been doing for the past five days."

The decanters contained every type of spirit imaginable, from top-of-the-line brands to shoddy off-brands that Levi's ten-foot poles wouldn't touch. “We need to check all the wine merchants in the area to see if they have any customers who buy in large quantities,” he said, making a mental note.Looking around, he saw Gibbs flirting with the coroner, and cleared his throat to get his attention. "Who found the victim?"

"His wife." Gibbs stopped flirting and came to the car to answer Levi and Martin. "She went out of town, and her husband agreed to pick her up at the airport this morning. But when he didn't arrive, she took an Uber home and planned to drain his blood after returning. Unexpectedly, 'Seven of Spades' would settle the matter before her. gone."

Martin and Levi couldn't help wrinkling their faces. "My God, Gibbs, have respect for the dead," said Martin.

Gibbs shook his hands. "What respect? This scum killed an innocent person and ended up getting a lesser punishment than some people for possessing marijuana. That's too fucked up."

"The plea deal is an integral part of how our judicial system works," Levy said, although he too was shocked by the content of that deal two years ago.He always thought that the public prosecutor was frightened by the doctor's diagnosis, so he decided that it would be better for Ross to confess a little bit than to be completely exonerated.

"Yeah, doesn't that mean there is something wrong with our judicial system?"

Before Levy could answer, Kelly Marin ran along the driveway, she stopped abruptly, and the belt full of equipment made a crisp crashing sound. "There's also a 'Seven of Spades' homicide in Henderson."

Levi was dumbfounded. "So fast?"

Martin glanced at him uneasily through the roof. "Suddenly increasing the frequency is not a good sign."

They drove to Henderson, which was shorter than usual because it was Sunday.Like Ross, the victims here were killed in their homes.She was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing pajamas and a dressing gown, the pockets of which were soaked in blood, and inside was a seven of spades.Beside her was a plastic shopping bag stuffed with blown tissues, and there was a cup of cough medicine and a glass of orange juice on the coffee table.There are more than a dozen stacks of documents neatly stacked on her lap, on the sofa, and at her feet.

Levi and Martin stood in the living room and just watched.

The victim was Loretta Kane, a deputy district attorney and the prosecutor in the Ross case.

"I guess the race and gender of the previous victims was just a coincidence," Levi finally said.The other victims were all white men, while Kane was a black woman.

"Why did 'Seven of Spades' attack her?" Martin asked while shaking his head, the confusion on his face was exactly the same as Levi's. "She did not commit a crime!"

The crime scene photographers were busy taking pictures for their files, and the police officers who received the report came forward to report the situation to them.With a bad cold, Kane rested at home while the rest of the family attended a potluck lunch after church.It was her husband who found her on her return; he was sedated and taken to the hospital because of his shock.Fortunately, the children did not witness the scene, and an aunt was in charge of looking after them.

After filming was complete, Levy and Martin checked the files.Levy starts with the stack on Kane's lap, because he's willing to bet that's the most important part.He rummaged through it, and due to the lack of professional forensic accounting training, it took him several minutes to understand what was in front of him.The moment he understood, he couldn't help taking a breath, and turned around immediately.

"I'm going, Martin, look at this." He pointed to a line on the top page, which was Kane's deposit account statement, showing that he had received a $2014 payment on February 2, 18. deposit. "This date needs further confirmation, but I think the money must have been transferred in the week Ross was on trial. The transfer was made by a consulting firm, but if you read the documents carefully..." He flipped through the documents quickly , "This is a shell company, which belongs to another shell company, goes all the way back, and finally falls around the head of Desi Technology. Ross is one of its board members."

Martin dusted off the stack of papers in his hand, and took out his phone with his other hand. "I'm pretty sure what I'm holding is of the same nature—but it's dated five years ago. Let me find out who the company mentioned at the end of this document is associated with." She flicked her phone with her thumb, and then He let out an "uh" in disgust. "Clay Adkins."

"The rapist who got out of prison after less than a year?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and after Martin cursed in a low voice, they turned back and continued to process the rest of the documents.

The investigation results of "Seven of Spades" can be described as detailed and conclusive evidence.For more than a decade, Loretta Kane has been taking bribes -- disguised as legal fees from consulting firms -- in return for challenging individual wealthy defendants to the public. A generous plea bargain of common sense and civility norms.

"How did 'Seven of Spades' know this?" Levi sat down on the floor with Martin, and carefully put back each stack of documents after inspection.These things still need to be sealed and marked, and then professional forensic accountants will confirm their conclusions.

"We've always thought the killer had connections within the Vegas Police Department," Martin said. "Maybe we were wrong. Suppose this person got the information from the D.A.? There must be someone in the D.A. There was minimal suspicion of what Kane was doing. The ADA would know about Dreyer's financial crimes investigation, Goodwin's bail escape..."

After putting the last stack of documents back in place, Levi stretched his tense neck. "What I don't understand is how the killer managed to get close to the victim again and again. Was he invited into the house, or was he forced to open the door with a gun? Why would the victim drink the drugged drug without any self-defense? Drinks? Were they really completely unaware of the danger until they lost the power to fight back?"

"Matthew Goodwin is on the run," Martin mused. "For him, anyone could be a threat to him."

"Officers," a crime investigator entered the living room, "I found Ms. Kane's laptop in the kitchen. You must take a look."

As she spoke, she put the laptop on the sideboard and opened it, and Levi and Martin stood up and walked over there.An untitled Word document was displayed on the screen, with a blinking cursor at the end of the last line.

I owe you a favor, Officer Abrams.How about we make another deal?Guess who my next target is and maybe you can save his life.I'll give you a good head start.

Maybe my odds are better, but I'm a fair player.

[1] Summerlin, a satellite city located around Las Vegas.

[2] Pleabargain, a legal term, in order to win the defendant to voluntarily confess guilt, the prosecutor makes a deal with the defendant to reduce the charges against the defendant or suggest that the court reduce the punishment of the defendant in exchange for the defendant to plead guilty.