Angels Bleed (Fallen Angels Book 1) by Max Hardy Page B

that as I watched them, sliding a finger inside my panties, down over my mound to my slightly parted lips which were moist with my excitement.  I slid the end of my finger inside, taking a little of the juice, taking it back towards my clitoris which I gently started to massage while being a voyeur, pleasuring myself while watching those two beautiful women pleasure themselves.’
    She had a wistful look in her eyes for a second as she went quiet, before looking at Dr Hanlon again.  ‘Morally, some may find that unacceptable, but to me, then, it was exquisite, enticing, exciting.  It was the start of a journey.  A journey that led me to damnation.’

 
    6:34 am
    There was heavy, laboured panting in the almost consuming darkness. Moans and groans could be heard.  A single piercing narrow beam moved quickly from left to right as the source of the panting and of the beam seemed to be dragging themselves tortuously, their body gyrating and contorting in time with the groans.
    ‘Shit.’ exclaimed Corporal Garry, the person holding the pen torch, as it settled on the eye of a webcam which was taped to the underside of a floor beam.  He was underneath the floorboards of the drawing room in Featherstone Hall. He was on his back in the foot high void, snaking his body to move him further into the claustrophobic space. So far he had seen three webcams, six pressure sensors and a dozen motion detectors around the floor space where the crate was positioned in the room above. 
    ‘It doesn’t look like we are going to get into this bloody thing from underneath.’ he relayed into his mike, ‘I’m coming out now.’ he finished as he started to shuffle backwards, towards a hole in the floor which he then climbed out of and emerged into the main corridor of the house.
    In the corridor, two of his colleagues had a small scanner on wheels facing the door of the drawing room.  ‘How’s the scanning going?’ he asked.
    ‘No joy with X-Ray, the bitch is lead lined.  IR is showing motion sensors all around it.  Nothing coming up on UV.  RF, fuck RF is going wild.  There’s a ton of transmissions coming from that thing.  All seem to be from a spot in the top right corner.  I can’t see any hardwiring into it at all.  Oh yeah, and I can confirm there’s enough Semtex on the outside of that thing to blow this house to kingdom friggin’ come.’  
    ‘Shit.’ Garry said, again.  ‘I better go and give the Suits the good news.  Thanks guys.’ he finished as he walked off down the corridor to the main entrance.  He was a short, slim yet muscle bound soldier, his army fatigues filthy from crawling under the floor, his ginger hair full of dirt and cobwebs, which glistened in the arc lights as he came out of the Hall. He jogged across the drive to the MIU and bounded up the stairs into the meeting, which was in full flow.
    All available seats were filled in front of the white boards and half a dozen technicians and technical forensic staff were sitting at the computer screens on the back wall.  All of the plasma Video Conferencing screens were on, showing the Path Lab, the Mortuary, a meeting room at HQ and the Chief Superintendent.
    DCI Strange now had his jacket off, rainbow suspenders holding up his trousers and sleeve garters gathering his shirt arms up around the elbow.  Those arms were leaning on the table, listening intently as DI Munro finished relaying back findings from his initial investigations.
    ‘Okay then, we have ten missing persons to chase up.  In the next two hours we need to have talked with every one of their families in detail to rule them in or out.  Mick, have you got enough support to get that done?’
    ‘We’ve got Henshaw, Simons and Gilbert on the case from HQ. I’ll shout if we need any more resource.’ Munro answered.
    ‘Great.  Now Leigh, where are we with finding out who this guy is?’ asked Strange. 
    ‘So, none of the surrounding neighbours have seen any activity at the