Chapter 102

When Det. Sgt. Smith came out, he thought about walking right up to her and grabbing her and kissing her and feeling her tits through her burgundy sweater.
He walked into the kitchen slowly, creeping up behind her.
Digby was at the sink, washing dishes. She looked at him, over her shoulder. Her eyes were so large and wet green. He felt a warm radiation pour out from them.
All he could do was be strong enough to talk to her. She was in complete control. She would have to make the first move.
He moved closer and stood beside her at the sink. He pointed his lips at her chin, hoping she would feel the same warmth he felt. She would have to kiss him first.
She glanced at him. Each time she turned her face toward him, he felt the radiation, like the sun coming from behind a cloud. Her attention.
“I was thinking of the big picture,” she said. “Dee Lee and Alan Lee talking about ‘Diddler division.’ Right?”
Smith snapped out of it. “Yeah.” He picked up a dish towel from a rack on the stove and began to dry dishes.
“Then we have Wid Missions Junior, an allegedly sexually abusive parent. Darroll Missions dead. Kurtis Missions, an able bodied 18-year-old, dissappeared.”
“Kurtis again… here we go,” Smith felt himself getting defensive.
“What’s wrong with Kurtis?”
“Nothing. I just don’t think he’s a player in this, or a killer.”
Smith rubbed the dishes hard. His chances of bedding, or even kissing, Digby tonight seemed further away than ever.
She’s not feeling a thing. I imagined it all. She probably sucks Agarwal’s cock.
“-Then a DVD depicting, or appearing to depict, child sexual abuse at the hands of Jack Lee, for whose murder Kurtis Missions is a person-of-interest.”
“Yeah?” Smith felt himself losing patience. “So? We have to find Kurtis. We knew this already. How do we do it?”
“But, don’t you see an underlying trend?”
“Like what?”
“Like why are we turning up so much stuff, over and over, about child molestation? Is it a coincidence? What does it mean? Why aren’t we asking ourselves these questions?”
“We are!” Smith felt annoyed. “I don’t know, I guess we should.” He knew why he felt annoyed. It was Digby. She was under his skin. He was becoming more and more frustrated by his desire for her. His failure to be able to make even a single move. He wanted her to love him, and for her to make the move.
“Are you angry about something?” she asked.
What could he tell her? “No.” Smith’s face was red with embarrassment.
“Would you tell me, if you were?”
“Next subject.”Digby shook her head. “Fine. Anyway’s. I think it’s important. I think it means something. All of this child molestation stuff. It has to mean something. We’re just not thinking about the big picture. Is someone killing child molesters? Is Kurtis Missions killing child molesters, starting with his father?”