Night Lawyers (Nick Teffinger Thriller / Read in Any Order) Read Free Page A

readable.
     
    He paused the CD, stepped to the front window and peered out around the edge of the window covering. Neverly Cage was coming up the street. Teffinger watched as she headed to the end of the asphalt, turned around and then parked with the front end of the Mustang pointed at his house.
    She wore the same sunglasses as yesterday.
    He waited for a few heartbeats to see if she had plans to get out and walk over.
    She didn’t.
    She just sat there with her face pointed in his direction.
    He let the blinds fall back into place and then pressed Play.
     
    The CD sprang back to life.
    Teffinger kissed the woman and ran his hands up and down her body.
    She responded nicely.
    Her feet stretched apart of her own volition
    “He owns her,” the man said. “This is cool.”
    “Let them be,” she woman said. “Turn that thing off and get back in here.”
    “Just a minute. I want to see what he does next.”
    Teffinger ripped the woman’s dress down the front, exposing a taut stomach and small white panties.
    “There goes twenty bucks,” the man said.
    Then he ripped her bra off.
    “ Make it twenty five.”
    Perky tits bounced out.
    Teffinger sucked a nipple, then the other. His hand went between the woman’s legs, rubbing up and down and back and forth. Then he bent down and picked something off the ground.
    It was an old beer bottle.
    He broke the bottom end off on the ground and then cut the woman’s panties off with the jagged edge.
    With the broken glass still in hand, he kissed her, long and deep and hard.
    Then something happened he didn’t expect.
    He slapped her face.
    “Fuck! Did you see that?”
    He walked around her, eyeing her with predator eyes, then slapped her face again.
    “ Damn it!”
    Then he did it again.
     
    Suddenly the camera angle swept to the ground, as if the man was getting out of the truck. The camera got set on the hood. The jerky motion stopped.
    “Preston! Get back in here!”
    “This is fucked up,” he said.
    The audio rolled and footsteps sounded.
    Then the man shouted, “Hey, asshole, leave her alone!”
    “Back off.”
    “I said leave her alone!”
    “Back off. This is none of your business.”
     
    Suddenly the camera came off the hood.
    The woman had it now, swinging it towards the scene.
    Teffinger and the man were closing in on each other. Teffinger had the broken bottle in hand.
    The woman screamed.
    “Preston!”
    The cell phone fell to the ground.
    The screen went black.
     
    Teffinger slumped onto the couch and buried his face in his hands. Even seeing it, he still didn’t affirmatively have any cognitive recollection of the events.
    It was him though.
    There was absolutely and without question not a scintilla of doubt about that part.
    It was him, out of his mind.
     
    A knock came at the front door. He opened up to find Neverly Cage standing there with her hands on her hip.
    “You’re supposed to bring me coffee,” she said.
    Teffinger knew he should smile but couldn’t.
    “Sorry about that. Come on in.”
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, always.”

    5
    Day Two
    June 5
    Monday Morning
     
    Teffinger’s house had a mountain where the backyard should be. Halfway up that mountain on his property was a redwood deck that sat slightly higher than the roofline of the house and offered an unobstructed view of Denver and the eastern flatlands. That’s where he ended up with Neverly, drinking coffee. As far as Teffinger could tell the woman was there for two reasons; one, to try to wedge dirt out of him; and two, to be around him just because she wanted to.
    “Off the record,” she said, “watching you Saturday night got me a little worked up.”
    “Next time come over and join us.”
    “Next time I will.”
    She wasn’t dressed up.
    She had the look of someone who could step into a pickup game of baseball and wouldn’t be afraid to slide into second.
    “Have you told Silke Jopp about Saturday night yet?”
    No.
    She hadn’t.
    “I have a meeting with