Flavors

By G. T. Engelke

Detective William H. Ryan once again finds himself on the front lines to solve a serial murder case before it can become one of extreme high visibility that is a career ending front page blowout. This case involves the destruction of the killers victims mind, soul and life. It demands his giving of all, while also dealing with Family matters, with the return of little. His investigations intertwine and draw members of his family, organized crime, and the love of his life into the fray.
The killer lives in a world of his own creation and reveilles in his total power over life and death. Detective William H. Ryan must use all of his skills and knowledge to meet his duties and well as protect his wife and his Family. All this, while walking the line between both, fully knowing that the gray area where they meet seems to be growing. His skills, abilities, and multiple avenues of information gathering are stretched to their limits once again.
The involvement, and the unknown inter-workings, of organized crime interwoven with the hard working Detective Division of a big city police force, offer some level of understanding of the complexities of finding the guilty. They all are striving to reach this one goal, with different conclusions in mind, and in their efforts offer some insight in the complex worlds that one must pass through to attain this goal.
The investigation of all that confronts Detective Ryan takes one through many strange twists and turns and visits many dark places. Places that only excessive emotion can create, and/or cause to develop, places that are sometimes better left unvisited, investigated or disturbed.
Benny moved back into the room with an electric knife in his right hand and a black marker in his left. He placed the knife on the small metal table that held the towels and sponge that he used to wash her. Moving over to the metal plate on the floor he reached down and slid it to one side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 21, 2005
• ISBN: 9781463489854

G. T. Engelke

Gilbert T. Engelke Jr. was born in New York, New York, and now lives in Savannah, Georgia with his wife, Janet. He has a degree in engineering, and served in Vietnam with the U. S. Army, as a Combat Medical Specialist from 1966 through 1968. He is a life member of the Disabled American Veterans Organization, and a member of the DAV, VFW, and American Legion. He enjoys the outdoor sports of golfing and fishing and the inside activities of darts, reading, writing, and spending time with Janet, and their Hound mix, Al and their Pug, Kim.

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© 2005 G. T. Engelke. All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 06/10/05

ISBN: 1-4208-5774-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-8985-4 (ebk)

Printed in the United States of America

Bloomington, Indiana

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Once again I offer thanks to my cousin,

William H. Ryan, for the use of his name

and strength of character that keeps Detective

Bill Ryan on the straight and narrow.

Thanks Billy!

My love

and thanks to my wife,

Janet, for her continued

help and support.

To my Children

Love, Health, and Happiness

Thank you to all my Brothers and Sisters of Lodge 1550 for allowing me the privilege of embellishing a little on your good character.

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1

Benny moved, no, more like glided, from one end of the counter to the other asking politely, Country? Sugar or Wafer cone? One or two scoops? With each response he would select the correct cone, and swoop into the cooler, scoop in hand, to perfectly apply the baseball size scoop of the selected ice cream to the cone. Then with a gentle grace pass the cone to the waiting customer in exchange for the bill or coins in payment.

Thirty-one countries were named with a different flavor for each, and he could almost make a cone to match a selection with his eyes closed. The counter was his domain, his kingdom, and a kingdom that he relished and enjoyed. After three years he was a fixture behind the counter, and he took great enjoyment in meeting the new and regular customers. With the Big Scoop Shoppe being located in the local open air shopping mall bordered on three sides by the State Medical University, State University’s main campus and Bell’s private Nursing College. The number of daily customers was unbelievable.

He would always be sure that the napkin that he wrapped around the base of each of the cones was in place so that an errant drip would not spoil someone’s shirt, dress or slacks. It had taken him a while to perfect the technique of using a scoop, with just the correct amount of water on it, to allow him to form almost totally uniform globes of the selected flavor.

He took great pride in the many comments of praise that he received from his regulars.

Glancing up at the clock that hung just above one of the signs listing the thirty-one countries, with the related flavor in smaller italic print, he saw that it was ten minutes past his quitting time. He turned to Timmy Butler, his shift replacement, and smiling said, Well, you owe me for another ten cutie.

Timmy smiled and replied, Hate to stop a man from having as much fun as you seemed to be having. Put it on my bill.

Benny grinned and kiddingly shook his finger at her, like one’s mother might when scolding a child, saying, It’s all in my big book, each and every moment. Some day I’ll be collecting.

Timmy smiled even more and making a shooing motion with her hand said, Out, out, time for you to go home. Bye, and Benny someday you are going to have to let me see that big book of yours.

Benny laughed saying, Oh no. Nobody ever gets to see the big book. With that he pushed open the door to the office, and moved in, letting the door close behind him. He moved through the room and into the next, where the employee lockers and rest room were located. He spun the dial on his combination lock and hearing the click when he reached the third number, pulled down and slipped the lock off of the hasp. Once the door was open he placed his hat on the shelf and hung his white smock on the hook that protruded from below the shelf. With this done Benny closed and re-locked the locker and moved over to the time cards and time clock. He carefully selected his card out of the slot labeled, Puffins - Benjamin, and slid it into the slot on the clock. With a click and a buzz his exit time was stamped on the card. The data was automatically stored in the management software, where it would automatically prepare his check on Friday down to the penny for each minute worked. With all of the appropriate withholdings being made, of course.

With this completed he walked to the rear exit door and out to the street that passed behind the building that housed the Big Scoop Shoppe. He turned right and began to walk the seven blocks to his basement apartment located below what used to be the storage basement of a Five and Dime store. The store itself was now a Used Books discount store that was only open from nine to four Wednesday through Saturday. He received a discount on his rent for acting as a security guard for the building owner who lived out of state.

He moved a little faster as he got closer to his building, he always got a little anxious when he got close to home.

Once he reached the rear door of the building he punched in the access code that would disarm the alarm and unlatch the stainless steel locking bars that held the door securely closed. He heard the reassuring clicks and clacks that announced that access was being granted. Pushing on the door handle the oversized door easily swung open allowing him to enter. Once on the landing above the steps that led down to his apartment he pulled the door closed and pushed the metal plate on the wall that was shaped like a frog. The locking mechanisms re-engaged with a resounding clank and he could almost hear the relay click in that engaged the security system. The motion detectors that were installed throughout the apartment would be disengaged now that he had entered. It had taken him many months to get the system installed just as he wanted.

Benny rushed down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen and stopped at the door to the room he called the big freezer. He slowly opened the door, turning on the lights as he did, and leaned sideways into the room. He always got such a thrill each time he saw his latest Flavor strapped to the antique operating table that dominated the room.

Oh God, she is so beautiful. He thought to himself as he stared at the naked blond woman held to the table with three-inch leather straps. He slowly moved into the room and saw her eyes dart towards him. The fear that was etched across her face almost distorted her beauty, this he ignored. He moved across the floor until he was standing alongside of the table. Looking down at the woman before him, he reached out and stroked her hair saying, Hello Germany, you have stayed so beautiful. Have you missed me? I’ve missed you. In just a bit I’ll show you just how much. Oh yes I will. Benny leaned over and licked her cheek murmuring, Sweet, so very sweet. He stroked her breast and continued slowly moving his fingers down along her stomach to her thighs.

Benny grinned, seeming not to notice her violent efforts to move her head and body to get away from his touch. The effort was useless for her head was securely held to the table by the leather harness that was used during operations on the face or brain. For that matter the woman could not move any of her limbs nor the trunk of her body for each was restrained for full immobility.

Benny remembered the first day he had found the old operating table under a pile of boxes and bags that had been piled everywhere in the basement before he converted it into his apartment. It had caught his interest but did not become his favorite toy until he had moved in and began his quest. The task of cleaning everything out of the basement had been a daunting but when it came to the old table he could not bring himself to dispose of it. It seemed that the medical school had often rented space in the building to store old equipment and the table was just a remnant of a time past.

He built the walls for each room, starting from the rear exterior doorway, and as each room developed, his plan for the table became more and more clear. When he had completed the living area, which he spread out in a crescent shape from the entrance, he had left a large center area clear. This was the area where the large round metal plate that covered the access to the city storm drain system was located. The drain system ran under all of the city streets and buildings. He had also found that under the metal plate he had direct access to un-metered water and power along with access to the main drain lines that flowed deep into the city’s harbor. It had not taken long before he had found an undetectable access to the basement of the Medical Center and College. The old drain system was like his private highway to the different storage facilities of both. The volume of waste and water was astonishing; the continual flow was equal to that of a small river. This allowed him to dispose of his different Flavors, when they no longer pleased him, very efficiently.

He had built a unique drainage system from under the table directly into the main drain with a continual flow of water so that nothing remained in the system for more than the few moments that it took to travel to the main drain line. This was good for there was no need for cleaning up anything but the few errant splatters of waste or blood.

He stopped stroking the woman’s body and moved back into his living quarters undressing as he moved towards his bedroom.

Ms. Jordan Freud, independent and successful teaching professional, now known as Germany’s Black Forrest Royale struggled uselessly against her bonds. The only parts of her that she tried to not move were her lips and tongue. The pain caused by the stitching of her tongue to her lips, when she tried to talk or yell, was so severe that it had caused her to pass out. She did her best to not move her mouth, even when the crazy bastard that held her hostage licked her face, lips and the tip of her tongue, which protruded slightly from between her lips. She could not see anything but the top three feet of the wall facing her and a small section of ceiling. On the wall she could see the names of two countries listed above Germany and lengths of time. Before each listing was a number, before Germany was the number twenty-one. The one that kept jumping out at her was Japan – Creamy Peach - three months – twelve days. Then there was her name, Germany - Black Forest Royale, but the time was blank, She knew what the list meant but her mind refused to let her self believe it. No one could be that sick, no one, just no one.

She could not see the intravenous lines that she knew were connected to her but she believed that they must be there for she hadn’t eaten in three days and did not feel weak or dry. The only place that she felt any discomfort or twinges of pain was just behind her knees. She had been going to the bathroom regularly even though she did not understand how she did not feel any discomfort or smell unclean. That is except for the skin crawling feeling that she felt when the bastard that was keeping her here raped her. She knew he would be coming soon to use her again, she also knew that there was nothing she could do about it, nothing. She tried to think of anything that caused her to concentrate extremely hard so that she didn’t just go crazy. There had to be twenty countries named before her for Germany was the last to be listed.

When he reached his bedroom Benny tossed his shirt onto the four-poster bed and sat in the velvet-covered chair next to it. He removed his shoes, socks, pants and underclothes making sure to fold each in turn. He stood and rushed into the bathroom, and after relieving himself, washed his face and hands. Grinning at himself in the mirror said loudly, I’m about to eat some Black Forrest Royale and give it some cream. Chuckling, he turned and almost ran back to the kitchen area where he removed a container of Black Forrest Royale Ice Cream from the freezer. It was time for his first meal of the evening.

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He’s back, dam! Jordan thought to herself. She could feel the table beginning to move and she knew what was coming. First the washing and the drying, then the scoops of ice cream being dropped on her body and then his licking it off. Once he was satisfied that way then the worst of it would begin. He would force himself into every hole in her body, all the while telling her how good it was and how lucky she was to be getting it. She tried to think of something else, anything, for she could feel her body begin to tremble from the fear and disgust.

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Benny moved to the door of the big freezer humming softly to himself, opening the door entered with nothing but the container of ice cream and a spoon. Moving around to stand in front of Germany he placed the container on the stainless steal table that sat next to the wall. He then reached over it to the switch on the wall, and pushed its button. The table came to life at once and began to move slowly. Automating its movements was one of the modifications he had made to it. Once the button was pushed the table moved away from the opening to the drains and tilted up to place the table’s occupant in an almost standing position with the lower half spreading apart. This placed the occupant in the position of standing with ones legs spread about two feet apart. He then pulled a hose off of the wall and sprayed Germany down. Then using a large white towel he wiped her down, as you would a car after washing it. Reaching over he pressed another button and the table began to slowly lower to a flat position.

Humming, Benny opened the container of ice cream and began to spoon its contents on to different parts of Germany. Once he had spooned all he felt that he wanted he began to lick it off. He made sure that he sucked the melted portions hard enough to lift the skin. Oh, he was in heaven, pure heaven.

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As she lay on the moving table thoughts passed quickly through Jordan’s mind. She could not believe that she had gone out of her way to befriend this perverted piece of shit. Out of sympathy she had taken the time to talk to Benny and show some concern for how things were going in his life. Had I only kept to myself, she thought, weeping.

The entire course of events concerning her involvement with Benny began to pass. She had only been to the Big Scoop Shoppe one time before and had noticed how hard the pervert had worked to make the customers happy. She had also noticed how some of the female customers talked down to him. Making slighting remarks attacking Benny’s five foot four frame. She had also noticed that he had never reacted negatively but just ignored the statements and continued to complete his tasks with a smile.

It was after her fourth time stopping at the Shoppe, when as she was walking down the street away from the store, Benny had appeared at her side. He had looked up into her face smiling and asked, Mind if I walk with you awhile? She had smiled and responded, Of course not. They had walked about three blocks and Benny had stumbled stepping off of a curb and fell to the street. She had reached down and helped him up to find that he could not walk without assistance. Benny quickly had explained that they were only a block from his apartment and asked if she would be good enough to help him the rest of the way. She, of course, agreed.

Once at his building he had offered for her to leave him at the door and he would get himself inside. Of course she would not hear of it. It was less than five minuets after that that she was unconscious. Shortly after that, I awake up to find myself strapped naked, to this fucking table. From tutor for the rich, to a slave just because of one stupid decision, she thought as tears rolled down her cheeks.

2

Homicide Detective Lieutenant William Ryan glanced around the luncheonette, as he sipped his coffee, as he had done thousands of times before. The people and actions that played out before him were almost identical as yesterday and all of the many, many days before that. He mused to himself, Not much changes at six A.M. Lynn was filling the sugar containers at each of the tables and she could be looked at as new for she had only worked there for three years. Catherine, who was just lifting a plate out of the passthrough from the kitchen that held his order, was like the counter or booths. He could not remember a day that she was not there. She turned and started towards him when his cell phone began to vibrate. He shook his head as he reached down to his belt to retrieve it and thought, Not much changes. Flipping the phone open he noted the message that the caller ID displayed and pushed the send button saying, Ryan.

Lou, its Graves. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Someone from the Chief of D’s office called late last night looking for you. Sounds like you’ll be getting a call today.

Thanks for the call. I’ll be in at six forty-five or so.

He heard Right and the phone went dead. Detective First Class Graves was his lead detective and always seemed to have a finger on all that was going on in their Precinct House and the District as well. His insight and connections had been pre-warning of upcoming events more than once saving Ryan aggravation and paperwork.

Catherine had stopped a few booths away to give him some privacy and as soon as she saw him flip the phone closed she hurried to his table. She smiled at him and asked, Still eating in or do you need this to go?

He smiled back and replied, In, at least until it goes off again. Many a time in the past he had to grab his sandwich and cup of coffee at the spur of the moment and rush somewhere. The constant collection of four or five coffee cups on the rear floorboard of his car were a reminder if this.

She placed the plate in front of him saying, One Ryan’s Special, Taylor Ham and egg on a hard roll with a side of home fries, crisp. I’ll be right back with a warm-up for your coffee. She turned and moved back towards the counter. Ryan had had the same meal served each morning for as long as he could remember.

A, Thanks Catherine followed her.

She acknowledged it with a wave over her shoulder.

He thought about his wife, Rebecca, and wondered how she was making out at her yearly review and contract renewal for working as the City’s Medical Examiner. He smiled at the thought of her and said to himself, I’m a lucky guy. It still amazed him that he could be married to such a wonderful woman. The fourteen-year difference in their ages never seems to matter to them but he always wondered how he could