Author's note- after some self-debate, I have decided to take a somewhat darker turn with this. I am following where I think the story is taking me. Only the victim and killer were set when I started this- I'm letting the in between go where it will.

  

Murder in Pink

by Tanya Lynn

  

Rivera took me down and put me in a patrol car in the back. They had learned- they had plastic riot cuffs on my wrists and ankles, instead of ones I could pick. I was concerned when I saw they weren't going to the jail. I asked, "where the hell are you taking me?" Rivera laughed and said they were taking me out to the West Side annex. I realized I was in worse trouble than I thought. There were a lot of places to lose a body out there. We got off the beaten path and I heard him say into the radio that they were stopping at a broken down car to help a woman in trouble. They dragged me out of the car and put me on my knees. I waited for the bullet in the back of my head when he and the other cop grabbed and forced my mouth open and stuck an o-ring in. I tried to fight, but he punched me and stuck his gun in the o-ring and said he could put a bullet in there, or I could co-operate and live a while. When I was a kid and dressing up, I had sucked a boy's penis once to see what it was like. I had never wanted to do it again, but to stay alive, I would have to do it again. He said "after we've done your face, bitch, we'll do your ass and pussy at the same time". I knew if they did that, they would realize I wore a fake vagina, but hoped for some kind of miracle first. As he rammed his cock in my mouth, I just took it and forced myself to take it as he came first in my mouth and then on my face. He stepped away and the other cop was stepping up when he suddenly flew backwards. I heard the shot after the bullet struck. He was dead before he hit the ground. Rivera was next. He was dead just as fast. I flopped to the ground as fast as I could while bound as I was. I tried to look around, but had to stay low. I heard a pair of footsteps in the sand and looked up to see two chicanos over me. I tried to kick as one pulled a knife, but the other grabbed me, and I was surprised as the knife was used to cut the riot cuffs off of me. I pulled out my gag and said, "what the fuck is going on here?" The men only said that I was to come with them. They even made it sound like a request. I figured that if they were going to kill me, they would have done it right there, so I kicked Rivera's body several times and got in their car. They stopped to pick up the sniper and we were off.

We drove out of Albuquerque and towards Santa Fe. They took a few turns and soon we were headed towards a huge estate on a hill. Now I was a little worried- I had heard that it belonged to the head of the local Mexican Mafia. The guards at the gate let us in and we drove up to the house. Two of the men went around the house and the third led me in. He turned me over to a butler who took me to a bathroom to get cleaned up. I was expecting the glitz that you find with all of the new rich like the major dealers and mobsters, but was shocked to see that the house was tastefully done in a Hispanic style with antiques that had to cost a fortune. Paintings by Georgia O'Keefe and other southwestern artists hung on the walls. I recognized a few that were quite valuable, although it wasn't really my thing. I was led to a library that had a lot of old and valuable books that looked as though they had actually read. I drooled over a signed first edition of "Calamity Town", my favorite Ellery Queen novel. The note was personalized to Diego Sanchez. As I was lovingly thumbing through it, Sanchez himself came through the door. He was a powerfully built man even at 65. He seemed like a very courtly gentleman, not the ruthless leader of the mob. As he introduced himself to me, I told him I knew who he was. I asked, "why are you trying to kill me?" He said, "the first thing we need to establish is that I am not the one who is doing it." I took that with a grain of salt and my doubt must have showed. He said, "you would be dead now if I wanted it, so maybe you should listen." It was hard to argue with his logic. He said, "there is a renegade faction that is trying to gain control of the chili industry through the Sisneros family and is killing to do it. They have an inside person as a partner". I asked him who it was, knowing that the inside person had to be the killer. He said, "if I knew who that was, I would have killed them already. What I have done is show them that I am aware of it and that you are under my protection. This should buy you some time to find out who the killer is". I had had stranger allies when I worked as a government agent, so I didn't object. As he called his driver to take me back to town, he said, "you make a beautiful girl, but you should really stick to being a man'. I wanted to know how he knew, but I figured with his connections, it wasn't hard.

They took me back to my office where Steve was directing a search for me. When I told him what happened, we worked out a story to cover what had happened. I finally got a chance to go to my office and close the door. I locked it and went to the room between the offices and tore off the clothes that were encrusted with cum. I ripped off my breast forms and artificial vagina and got in the little shower I had there and burst into tears. In all of the years I had dressed as a woman I had never been sexually assaulted, and didn't know what to do. I got out of the shower and went to where I kept my men's clothes and put on a T-shirt and pair of jeans after removing any traces of makeup. I walked into my man's office and out into the reception area. Steve was still there and grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the office. He dragged out of me what had really happened and then let me cry on his shoulder. This was strange for both of us, as it had never happened when I was a man. We were both a little confused. He told me that if I was going to finish the case, it had to be as Tanya. I said, "I want to get the son of a bitch that caused this to happen to me and kill them, but I can't do it without your support." He told me I always had that. In fact, sometimes I had more when I was Tanya. I said, "what does that mean?" He said, "I'm not sure myself". His honesty gave me the strength to go back in and reattach the breast forms and the vagina. I put on a simple sundress and let him buy me dinner. After dinner, he took me home and I kissed him on the cheek good night.

I had nightmares that night and couldn't sleep, so I called him. He came over and simply held me until I fell asleep. I was very confused by what was happening between us, but at least I slept the rest of the night. He was still asleep when I woke up and I made breakfast. I heard a wolf whistle and turned around as he was standing in the doorway of my kitchen smiling. I actually blushed as I realized I was wearing short babydoll nightie and string bikini panties. I ran and threw on a robe and we ate. When we finished, I put on a business suit with silk blouse and skirt, tucked one gun in my purse and one in a garter holster and said, "lets go get whoever is doing this and finish it."

End of part 4

  

  

  

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