Abacus

to his feet. “Anyway, I’ll go and see what this mole in the cells has to say.”
    Jesse sipped on the last of his beer , tossed the empty bottle in the bin and smiled. “You gonna take a bottle of wine and chocolates with you?”
    Ran dall turned as he left the room. “The romance is over, mate. I like ’em adventurous, but I have to draw the line at murderers.”
    Jesse got up from his chair , smiled and shook his head as he followed Randall from the Fishbowl. “One day I want to be you.”
    * * *
    Randall opened up the heavy steel peephole door to the cell and slammed it a couple of times to arouse Cheung. She looked a very solemn, lonely sight lying on the thin mattress in the corner of the bare cell.
    “Karen, Karen, wake up. It’s Bob here, just got a question for you.”
    Cheung slowly rose from her bed and stretched her arms out as she walked towards the cell door. “Oh hi, Bob… you back for a bit more action? I’m not doing much here, so we could get it on. A bit of jail cell action would be really nice right now.”
    “No thanks , Karen, no more action for me. I have had enough big surprises for a day. So do you want a smoke?”
    “Yeah , that would be great, Bob,” she said pleasantly. Randall walked over the custody officers’ desk and got a packet of cigarettes and lighter from the top drawer. He removed a cigarette and handed it to Cheung. He lit the end for her, then lit himself one. Whilst he did not ordinarily smoke, it sometimes made prisoners more at ease and talkative if he got on their level and smoked with them.
    “So what do you want to know , Bob?”
    “Helen… Where does she fit in? Was our little threesome a setup or what? To the layman it looks terribly coincidental that the officer investigating a murder is fucked by the murderer.”
    Cheung blew smoke upwards in a smug fashion. “You’re the big Detective Sergeant, you’ll have to work it out for yourself.”
    “Did you and Helen have a threesome with Tony Briggs?” Randall inquired.
    Cheung laughed out loud, blowing smoke upwards. “Well, let me just say we must have had a soft spot for you, Bob, we let you live.” Cheung took a last drag on the smoke, laughed again, and threw the butt onto the ground at her feet.
    Randall was now enraged as he threw the remainder of the cigarette on the ground and firmly ground it in with his foot. It was obvious Cheung was not going to be of any assistance to him. He stepped back from the cell door, unzipped his fly and pulled out his sizable penis as Cheung looked on. With penis in hand, in an offering gesture, he said, “Get a real good look at this handsome prick, love. Where you are going, you’re not going to see one of these for at least twenty years.”
    Cheung looked at him, lost for words.
    “And when you do get out, you’ll be that old and beaten that you probably won’t get another cock, at least not one of this quality,” Randall crowed as he glanced down at his penis in utter admiration. Looking back up at her, he continued. “So it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that the last cock you got to see in your miserable life was mine. So get a really good look at it before I put it away.” Randall, in a teasing motion, ever so slowly and gently fed his length back into his trousers and slowly zipped up his fly.
    Cheung yelled hysterically from the cell, “You are a fucking ass hole! You are a dud fuck anyway. I’ve had much better than you, and so has Helen.”
    T his was music to his ears as he smiled, turned and walked away. “Ta, ta, Karen, I’ll be waiting for you when you get out,” he sang as he waved over his shoulder on his way out of the cell complex.
    Still smiling as he thought about Cheung’s reaction, he walked along the hall just as Georgie G was showing an elderly couple out through the inquiry counter. “Boss, you got a sec?” he asked with a sobering look.
    “Yeah , mate, I’ll wait here for you.” Randall leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. What the bloody hell now , he thought. As Georgie G returned, he pushed himself off the wall and said, “Who was that with you?”
    “ Digby parents. We’ve got to talk.”
    Randall’s face lost all expression. “Well, it’s best not to talk here. It’s almost end of shift, how about we meet down the pub in half an hour and we can talk about it there.”
    * * *
    Randall sat at the bar of the Marlborough Hotel sipping his schooner of beer at a private