Summer Daze
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,884
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen:
Goren and Eames stepped out of the SUV in the quiet suburban neighborhood on the fringes of Stelton, New Jersey.
What’s this supposed to accomplish? Alex snipped as they approached the door of the Davis residence.
“I just need to talk to them, alright?” Bobby snapped back, “There are unidentified fingerprints on the murder weapon. They might be able to give us a lead.”
Eames pushed the doorbell and admonished her partner, “You’re grasping at straws…when the DNA comes in…you’ll see…”
In a holding cell back at One Police Plaza, Summer tormented the entire squad by banging out a fast-paced rhythm on the bars, wall, bunk and anything else she could find while howling her latest song at the top of her lungs.
“If you like to eat
Eat her heat
The fleshy meat
Green haired girls are neat
Punk rock chicks taste really sweet
You’ve had your fill
Had your fill of Average swill
Normal girls do not fulfill
Punk Rock chicks sure fit the bill
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter
I said that
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…
“HEY!” Logan entered the holding cell area with an angry snarl on his face, “Knock it off!”
He was barely heard over the commotion as Summer continued.
“If you had your way
you’d chomp snatch every day
You would even pay
punk chicks for a facial lay…”
“SHUT UP!” He shouted.
The object of his annoyance went on completely undeterred.
“Normal girls you hate
You know you’d rather masturbate
Being average seals their fate
You want a punk cunt on your plate
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter.
I said that
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…”
“What’s going on in here?” Captain Ross yelled as he joined the detective.
“Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…”
“She won’t shut up.” Logan replied, “And I’m about ready to go in there and give her a reason to yell.”
Summer stopped her song abruptly and fixed the detective with an enticing emerald gaze, “Do I get to call you Daddy while you do it?” she cooed.
“Leave it.” The captain cut off Mike’s retort, “We have more important things to do.”
Summer gave a single loud clap as they turned to leave, “Thank you, sir, May I have another?” she called to Logan’s retreating back and laughed at his irritated groan.
Detective Robert Goren had a moment of concern when it appeared that Ed Davis was going to eject them from the property. He ranted about government conspiracies and police frame-jobs and even called the detectives “pigs.” Fortunately, his wife was able to calm him and convince him that, no matter how distasteful talking with them might be, this was their best chance to help their daughter.
Bobby soon found himself sitting at a modest Formica table across from Ed and Anita Davis sipping a cup of green tea while his heart sank. Summer’s mother honestly had nothing to offer and her father was simply rambling.
“…never trusted the boy after that,” Ed finished a story about Andrew, “I mean, I understand being wasted, I’ve had some experience…but he pooped in my hat! I can show you the stains…” He disappeared toward the back of the house, still muttering to himself.
Eames’ phone jingled from her pocket and she excused herself to answer it.
“You’re sure Jerry and Summer haven’t any other friends?” Goren almost pleaded Mrs. Davis.
Anita shook her head, “Not that I’ve met. They only ever come to town with their band and we never go to the city…All that pollution…I keep telling the kids, it’ll turn your aura brown.”
Bobby nodded, “Thank you. I’m going to leave my card with you.” He fished around in his notebook for one, “If you think of anything at all…”
“Detective Robert O. Goren” Summer’s mother read aloud. “Hmm, do people call you...?”
“Bobby?” Alex called to him as she reentered the kitchen, “The results are in…We need to get back.”
The two detectives exchanged glances. Bobby’s questioning and hopeful. Alex’s sorrowful and apologetic.
Mrs. Davis rose to escort her guests to the door and almost ran into Detective Goren when he stopped in front of a portrait in the living room. A beautiful green eyed little girl with shining chestnut curls sat, hands folded on a table and looking into a mirror.
“How old was Summer when this was taken?” He asked.
Anita smiled, “Three.” She answered, “That’s one of my favorite pictures of the girls.”
“Girls?” Alex looked confused.
“The twins.” Mrs. Davis replied, “Summer and Rain…well, she calls herself Erin now…”
“I told you never to mention that name!” Ed interrupted angrily as he reappeared with a hat in his hands.
Anita sighed, “Ed, she’s our…”
“I have only one daughter.” He stated flatly.
Mrs. Davis turned back to the detectives, “she lives in the city, too.”
“She works for the government!” Ed continued to argue with his wife’s back.
Anita rolled her eyes, “She’s an investment banker.”
“Same thing!” Her husband countered hotly, “My own child! A capitalist!”
“What do you think you do with the store?” his wife turned to face him.
“I accept trades.” He spat, “I prefer them to cash.”
“Oh!” Anita nodded, “Like the goat that nearly destroyed the entire garden!”
Bobby quietly thanked the Davises for their time and slipped out of the house with Eames.
Logan entered the holding cell with a smile on his face. Getting rid of that annoying freak of nature was going to feel so good. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” He ordered.
“Why?” Summer responded without moving from the bunk.
“You’re being sent to arraignment…The test came back. You did it. You’re done.”
Summer sprang to her feet with a shocked look on her face, “Bull—“
“Shit!” Bobby slammed his fist against the dashboard. “The captain’s not in his office.”
“Bobby, will you calm down! I don’t understand.” Eames tried to keep one eye on the road and the other on her partner.
“She has a twin!” Bobby spoke rapidly, “Identical twins have identical DNA, but different fingerprints…It fits!”
“It doesn’t fit.” Alex disagreed, “They live in entirely different worlds that have nothing to do with each other. Why would an investment banker want to kill a couple of punks?”
“Let’s ask her.” Goren suggested, “But first, we have to tell the captain. We need to keep Summer out of court.”
Goren and Eames stepped out of the SUV in the quiet suburban neighborhood on the fringes of Stelton, New Jersey.
What’s this supposed to accomplish? Alex snipped as they approached the door of the Davis residence.
“I just need to talk to them, alright?” Bobby snapped back, “There are unidentified fingerprints on the murder weapon. They might be able to give us a lead.”
Eames pushed the doorbell and admonished her partner, “You’re grasping at straws…when the DNA comes in…you’ll see…”
In a holding cell back at One Police Plaza, Summer tormented the entire squad by banging out a fast-paced rhythm on the bars, wall, bunk and anything else she could find while howling her latest song at the top of her lungs.
“If you like to eat
Eat her heat
The fleshy meat
Green haired girls are neat
Punk rock chicks taste really sweet
You’ve had your fill
Had your fill of Average swill
Normal girls do not fulfill
Punk Rock chicks sure fit the bill
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter
I said that
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…
“HEY!” Logan entered the holding cell area with an angry snarl on his face, “Knock it off!”
He was barely heard over the commotion as Summer continued.
“If you had your way
you’d chomp snatch every day
You would even pay
punk chicks for a facial lay…”
“SHUT UP!” He shouted.
The object of his annoyance went on completely undeterred.
“Normal girls you hate
You know you’d rather masturbate
Being average seals their fate
You want a punk cunt on your plate
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter.
I said that
Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…”
“What’s going on in here?” Captain Ross yelled as he joined the detective.
“Green haired girls taste better
We’re tighter hotter juicier and wetter…”
“She won’t shut up.” Logan replied, “And I’m about ready to go in there and give her a reason to yell.”
Summer stopped her song abruptly and fixed the detective with an enticing emerald gaze, “Do I get to call you Daddy while you do it?” she cooed.
“Leave it.” The captain cut off Mike’s retort, “We have more important things to do.”
Summer gave a single loud clap as they turned to leave, “Thank you, sir, May I have another?” she called to Logan’s retreating back and laughed at his irritated groan.
Detective Robert Goren had a moment of concern when it appeared that Ed Davis was going to eject them from the property. He ranted about government conspiracies and police frame-jobs and even called the detectives “pigs.” Fortunately, his wife was able to calm him and convince him that, no matter how distasteful talking with them might be, this was their best chance to help their daughter.
Bobby soon found himself sitting at a modest Formica table across from Ed and Anita Davis sipping a cup of green tea while his heart sank. Summer’s mother honestly had nothing to offer and her father was simply rambling.
“…never trusted the boy after that,” Ed finished a story about Andrew, “I mean, I understand being wasted, I’ve had some experience…but he pooped in my hat! I can show you the stains…” He disappeared toward the back of the house, still muttering to himself.
Eames’ phone jingled from her pocket and she excused herself to answer it.
“You’re sure Jerry and Summer haven’t any other friends?” Goren almost pleaded Mrs. Davis.
Anita shook her head, “Not that I’ve met. They only ever come to town with their band and we never go to the city…All that pollution…I keep telling the kids, it’ll turn your aura brown.”
Bobby nodded, “Thank you. I’m going to leave my card with you.” He fished around in his notebook for one, “If you think of anything at all…”
“Detective Robert O. Goren” Summer’s mother read aloud. “Hmm, do people call you...?”
“Bobby?” Alex called to him as she reentered the kitchen, “The results are in…We need to get back.”
The two detectives exchanged glances. Bobby’s questioning and hopeful. Alex’s sorrowful and apologetic.
Mrs. Davis rose to escort her guests to the door and almost ran into Detective Goren when he stopped in front of a portrait in the living room. A beautiful green eyed little girl with shining chestnut curls sat, hands folded on a table and looking into a mirror.
“How old was Summer when this was taken?” He asked.
Anita smiled, “Three.” She answered, “That’s one of my favorite pictures of the girls.”
“Girls?” Alex looked confused.
“The twins.” Mrs. Davis replied, “Summer and Rain…well, she calls herself Erin now…”
“I told you never to mention that name!” Ed interrupted angrily as he reappeared with a hat in his hands.
Anita sighed, “Ed, she’s our…”
“I have only one daughter.” He stated flatly.
Mrs. Davis turned back to the detectives, “she lives in the city, too.”
“She works for the government!” Ed continued to argue with his wife’s back.
Anita rolled her eyes, “She’s an investment banker.”
“Same thing!” Her husband countered hotly, “My own child! A capitalist!”
“What do you think you do with the store?” his wife turned to face him.
“I accept trades.” He spat, “I prefer them to cash.”
“Oh!” Anita nodded, “Like the goat that nearly destroyed the entire garden!”
Bobby quietly thanked the Davises for their time and slipped out of the house with Eames.
Logan entered the holding cell with a smile on his face. Getting rid of that annoying freak of nature was going to feel so good. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” He ordered.
“Why?” Summer responded without moving from the bunk.
“You’re being sent to arraignment…The test came back. You did it. You’re done.”
Summer sprang to her feet with a shocked look on her face, “Bull—“
“Shit!” Bobby slammed his fist against the dashboard. “The captain’s not in his office.”
“Bobby, will you calm down! I don’t understand.” Eames tried to keep one eye on the road and the other on her partner.
“She has a twin!” Bobby spoke rapidly, “Identical twins have identical DNA, but different fingerprints…It fits!”
“It doesn’t fit.” Alex disagreed, “They live in entirely different worlds that have nothing to do with each other. Why would an investment banker want to kill a couple of punks?”
“Let’s ask her.” Goren suggested, “But first, we have to tell the captain. We need to keep Summer out of court.”