Carmelita Montoya Fox in: Ringtail Round-Up! Pt.1
Sly cooper is a lovable rogue. Carmelita is about to find out how lovable.
"Detective Carmelita Montoya Fox of Interpol beginning interrogation." Carmelita said as she sat down at the interrogators table, not her usual place but she was fishing for leads on Sly Cooper and the golden jackal in the fine suit across from her was the best opportunity she had at the moment. "Amon Carson." She read the name off. "Can't say I've dealt with many white collar criminals. Especially ones who took it so literally." she commented, eyeing the white three piece suit he was in. "or one in quite so much makeup." she said examining his mix of eyeliner and eye-shadow.
"Alleged criminal. Inspector, here in the states you are presumed innocent until convicted before a jury of peers. Though I will say you're much easier on the eyes than the last guy that grilled me." Amon said with a smooth confidence that matched his well groomed look. "So what brings Interpol out for an alleged money launderer?" the jackal asked, stroking his tightly wound goatee before pressing his fingers together.
"You're a real piece of work." Carmelita uttered under her breath though she was sure the jackal heard it all the same. "I'll go right for the throat then since you asked. Your little black book indicates that one of your clients is none other than Sly Cooper."
Amon's eyes widened and the smug smile he'd been wearing slipped a bit. "Yer bluffin'" he said suddenly, having a distinctly southern American drawl. "Ain't no way ye can pin the Cooper gang on me. Even if ya did have my personal suspicions ta hit me wit'."
Carmelita raised her eyebrows at his sudden accent but went on. "No Bluff we found your private records. You have a number of accounts that lack names on them we recognize but next to each of them you have "Cooper." in big quotes."
Rather than get more tense Amon relaxed. "You ain't got nothing then." he said with a sigh. "Cooper is one of my little..." he faltered, gesturing with one hand in a circle. "... Signifiers, Means they are metaphorically robbing me by dodging all my fees and promotionals." Amon declared with a toothy grin. "I mean what else are you gonna call people who are stealing profits you never had from ya?"
Carmelita frowned that it was a plausible explanation. "So you never had any dealings with Sly Cooper? Or the Cooper gang?" Carmelita laid out the bait.
"None!" Amon said smugly and stepped onto the circle of the snare.
Carmelita reached into the folder beside her and set out a dozen or so pictures of Sly Cooper Bentley and Murray dropping off stacks of papers, packages and once a stack of gold bars directly into the hands of the jackal. And like that Amon realized he was caught.
"Hooo boy I'm properly fucked on that one then..." Amon said looking over the photos. Carmelita's lips curled into a victorious grin now the crook was gonna chew off his leg to get out of the trap. "Let's make a deal then huh you and me and that FBI spook behind the mirror. "I'll tell you what I know about Sly and you agree not to charge me as an accessory to his crimes. Sounds fair?"
The FBI spook stepped into the room and nodded.
"Yes indeed it does." Carmelita said as she closed in for the kill. "So let's hear it." for the next four hours she did in fact hear it. It being that Sly had been using multiple accounts to hide the fortune of loot he had stolen. And that a little over four months ago the Cooper gang leader had emptied his every account into a dozen or so accounts that had been receiving weekly allowances some for years. It took another two hours digging to get the names and addresses attached to those accounts but Carmelita had her lead; she just needed to find out where the ring-tail was hiding.
The first name on the list was Mindy Kupar, a thirty year old widow with exactly two brushes with the law to her name. The more recent being a speeding ticket (albeit a large one) and the older one a dropped charge for something that she didn't know because half the file had been eaten by silverfish. Thankfully the older woman lived nearby.
Carmelita was shocked at the woman she beheld at the door. Mindy was one of those girls whose age and weight created their beauty. Her figure was generously round and curvy. She had dark black hair that fell around her face which bore wrinkles of frequent smiles. Her deep purple eyes twinkled with some mystery as she spotted Carmelita. The raccoon lady was wearing a set of hip hugging shorts and a drop necked top that both were struggling to contain her assets.
"Oh you must be that police woman I spoke to on the phone. Please come inside." Mindy said her ringed tail swayed as she led Carmelita inside. Carmelita couldn't help but give a critical scan of the house. The place was immaculately clean, the walls were covered with pictures of two raccoon boys, four or five at most though one picture showed them a bit older, probably eight. But most importantly the house was huge.
"Cute kids." Carmelita said as she took a seat on what turned out to be a very plush sofa. "Are they home?"
"No, I sent them to stay with my sister. I figured this visit might get a bit... colorful for them." she said, looking a touch nervous. "This is about my late husband isn't it?"
"Not at all. though I am curious about what happened. There's no digital record and the physical file was accidentally destroyed." Carmelita replied as the raccoon settled on the chair opposite her.
"Oh well it's kind of a long story..." Mindy said, not sounding terribly eager to recount it.
Carmelita shrugged. "It may prove relevant to the reason for this visit." she said.
Mindy nodded silently looking at the floor. "So I made the mistake of marrying right out of highschool. Greg was... well he seemed like a good man but he proved otherwise. We were both well off due to our families and we were young and sexy and stupid." Mindy smiled at the bittersweet memories. "It was when we bought the house that things got tense. That suddenly our goals didn't line up. He wanted to start a business and I wanted to start a family..." Mindy sighed deeply. "It didn't seem like they were incompatible at the time, he started a company and we fucked non-stop but it never took. And then I found out why." Mindy's wistful nostalgia left her tone in a heartbeat making Carmelita lean in. "all those trips out of town, business jaunts to Europe for months at a time. Mindy's voice lost all warmth. "That bastard had been cheating on me from day one of our marriage." Carmelita shook her head. "Now I probably could have just confronted him, gotten a divorce and found somebody else... but i wasn't thinking quite so clearly then. I set up a private phone line to the house and placed an ad in the paper." Carmelita considered this must have been a while back or else she'd have just used a cellphone. "Married woman seeks a handsome raccoon to father children and for a long term affair." Mindy recited her grin starting to return. "I only ever got one phone call. That ad never ran in the paper." Carmelita raised an eyebrow. This tale had taken a twist; it was just like the smutty romance novels she liked to read.
Mindy paused basking in her memories for a moment. "He was a bold one, I'll give him that he had caught the ad before it ran and contacted me himself. Thinking back on it, I'm not sure he was even of age. I'm all but certain our first time was his first time." Carmelita decided to leave that bit out of her notes. "He was blessed too. I had never seen a member that big or hard or felt balls quite so heavy. He got better everytime we had sex, but the best part was even if he finished a little fast he was always ready for another round in few minutes." Carmelita's eyes widened at the news but before she could ask questions the story moved on. "Oh but let me tell you he made a good argument for never touching my husband again. And he was so invested in making me a mother insisted that he should cum inside me every time. Even if we were just fooling around. Eventually it took and the timing couldn't have been better. My husband took a long trip in Europe and my little boy Bruce was born." Mindy pointed to the older of the two children. "He's six now. Of course as it turned out my husband was a little suspicious and when i got pregnant again soon after i found out why. Turns out he had gotten a vasectomy in Europe trying to dodge kids. But I didn't find that out till afterwards at the autopsy."
well that was a swerve Carmelita thought, totally hooked by the story. "He faked going out after finding out I was pregnant again and caught us in the act. And then the hypocrite called me a slut and whore and ... I told him I was going to leave his cheating ass, take my children and my money and as much of his company as I could. He came at me with a knife!" Mindy said, tilting her head up and parting the fur on her neck Carmelita saw a scar that ran from the motherly raccoon's chin to her collar bone. "Got one good swipe that made me a bleeding mess when the ambulance arrived, they said he just missed my major arteries. My lover boy made sure that was all he got. He bashed him over the head with a crook. killed Greg on the spot. We called the cops, they took one look at the medical report and we both were cleared on the grounds that he acted in defense of me." Mindy sighed. "After Clark was born... There were complications and I couldn't have any more children which just devastated my love. He wanted to have a huge family and he needed it more than anything. Well I already had my wish. I was a mother so I told him to go out there and find all the baby mommas he needed."
Carmelita stared for a moment before pulling the picture of Sly out of her jacket. "Does this look like him?"
Mindy took the photo gazing at it with warmth "Yes that looks enough like him though a bit older."
Carmelita counted the timeline back, Sly would've been at most fifteen during the time he spent with Mindy. "His name is Sly Cooper, he's an internationally wanted thief. And the main reason for my visit."
Mindy blinked and turned her head. "Well, other than sending the boys money for their birthdays and Christmas he hasn't been around."
Carmelita sighed as she stood up. "Thank you for your time and story, then I have to get going.
Cindy Cooperinda was the next name on the list. No criminal record to speak of at all no ties to crime through family. It was disturbing she was a child prodigy having graduated from high school nearly a decade early and spent four years in charity work out in Africa. Carmelita was impressed by the house she lived in. it seemed odd that a teenager who had never worked any paying job owned such a fine house.
Cindy was a petite thing in most respects thin and short save for her wide hips and round belly. The girl was clearly pregnant and was dressed as such. Wearing stretch waisted pants and an oversized top. Her hair was a hot pink that popped like a jolt of lightning against her grey fur.
"Oh hey come in, have a seat."The teen said, waddling over to a chair herself. The house was stunningly decorated in black velvet paintings and bits of twisting modern art. "So what brings you out to my humble house?" she said giggling playfully. Carmelita pulled out the photo of Sly and handed it to the mother-to-be only to be shocked by her next statement. "Oh look baby it's daddy!"
"Sly Cooper is your child's father?!" Carmelita blurted out.
"Oh is that his real name? I only knew him as Ringadingtail." she said pulling out her phone and showing a Pounce app profile.
Carmelita nodded, finally taking a seat. "Tell me about how you know him."
"Sure thing!" she said putting the phone down. "So while I was doing charity work I realized what I really really wanted to do was be a mother. But finding a man who's actually worth anything as a father was proving to be a problem. I was about to go to a fertility clinic when I came across Sly. Now he had the looks I was after right off the bat. He is gorgeous!!" Cindy trilled the last part bringing a smile to the fox. "But then we got talking and oh he had the words too a charming silver tongued seducer. Oh he had me hooked good by the time we agreed to meet. He pulls up in this stunning blue ecosport car, tosses me a fancy dress and takes me to this lovely restaurant. By the time dessert rolls around I know I made the right choice with him. So then Sly drives us to this lovely little house." Cindy gestured to her house. " He asks me if I like it and then he hands over the keys and deeds."
Carmelita's jaw dropped. "He bought your house?! On the first date?!?" she asks.
"Right? That's crazy! Then he hands over the keys to the car and tells me he set up everything I'll need to be the mother of his child." Cindy giggled, readjusting herself on the chair. "And he spent a good long time making sure I was ready for it. We must have made out for an hour with him rubbing and pinching me to get warmed up. That silver tongue does a looot more than talking if you get me. And then when he actually got to it." Cindy but her lip. "Oh dear lord, did he make sure I was knocked up! Just gallons of cum stuffed in me. I was white from the waist down and he went at me for hours." Cindy paused. "Oh sorry, that was probably more than you needed to know.
Carmelita was tempted to ask for more info but nodded. "It's fine so do you still keep in touch with him?"
"It was a one time thing. We planned it for the peak of my cycle and he... took care of the rest. We always planned it so I'd be a single mother but he made sure the baby had everything it would need. There's a nursery down the hall. A good school district, there's even a mini playground out back." Cindy said with a hint of regret in her voice. "Kinda wish i'd asked him to just be the daddy though i didn't think about it till his account went inactive."
"Probably best that you didn't. Considering he is a wanted man." Carmelita said standing up as she prepared to leave.
"Can I keep this picture?" Cindy asked, holding onto the image of Sly.
Carmelita nodded. She had plenty more images of the ringtail to use and might as well let the girl keep that one.
Sandy Heart was a rodeo star squirrel her criminal record was nothing but some counts of trespassing and some juvenile mischief. She had dozens of ribbons and a four year old daughter who was often seen at her mothers events adorably cheering her on. Sandy was built like a sports car grace and beauty meeting power in perfect harmony. Sandy was muscular and thin with a round backside and bust that her short shorts and her bikini top just kept decent. Carmelita was honestly stunned at how well a single mother had retained such an athletic figure.
"Excuse me, I'm Carmelita Fox with interpol. I'd like to ask you some questions about Sly Cooper." Carmelita asked, trying to keep from staring too long.
"Sly Cooper? Yeah ah know that ring-tailed rascal." Sandy replied with a buck toothed smile on her features "What ya want to know?"
"How do you know him? What was or is the nature of your relationship?" Carmelita asked, pulling out her notepad.
Sandy sighed wistfully. "Well he's mah darlin Barbra's daddy and he was mah knight in shinin' armor for a good long while." Carmelita tilted her head but the rodeo queen went on. " well you see a few years back Ah was in a rough spot my sorry sack of shit father went and made my life a fair fucking nighmare when he done brought his whore of a girlfriend into my sainted mothers house and bed. No, I was having none of it and things were getting rough. There was fighting between me and that would be replacement but my father kept the cops out of it... of course he took her side and started handing me my ass." Carmelita frowned. "That's how ah met Sly. One night after my father had given me the full ten rounds I limped down to the convenient store for some aspirin. Next thing I know I'm in a junker of a van headed to the hospital with Sly hoverin' over me. He got me talking about how I got so torn up and about a week later my father is behind bars with that whore of his. Sly stayed with me the week it was so nice to have somebody looking out for me again. On the weekend though we took some fake Ids and went to a bar to celebrate. They had a mechanical bull there, Sly tried to show off for me and ended up on his keister. But that's how I found out I loved bull riding and that I was dern good at it.The squirrel smiled up at the sky. "That weekend the only thing more fun than riding that mechanical bull at full tilt was riding Sly. 'twas a lot easier to stay on top of the latter. Barbra was born nine months to that week."
"So why and when did he leave?" Carmelita asked her curiosity, screaming for satisfaction.
Sandy Heart looked to the earth shaking her head. "About three weeks after ah found out I was expecting. See he'd told me that his parents had been murdered and that he was afraid they would come back for the three of us. He had to go settle it but he wasn't ready to do it. So He set us up but good. Never thought to ask where he got that kind of cash but he made sure we had all we needed and he vanished."
Carmelita considered the timeline of events and concluded it would have been about two years before he confronted the Fiendish Five. about the time he started his career in earnest and robbed a local cartel blind exposing them from the big man on top to every street corner criminal.
"If yer hoping I knew where he's laying low at ye can forget it i wouldn't trade Sly Cooper for all the treasures of egypt." Sandy declared, grinning again. "Not that you could catch him anyway. Man like Cooper has to want to get caught to be caught."
Carmelita's next target was one Tamara Jones. A skunk from a wealthy family, Tamara is an heiress to a considerable tech fortune. She very much looks the part of such,being a tall thin woman with square framed glasses dressed in an unflattering dress suit that was mostly red with black hatching lines over it. Clashing with her natural stripes. To Carmelita's great relief the skunk didn't seem to carry any of the order her species was known for. Stepping inside the oddly humble home Carmelita beheld a number of photos of her and Sly together. Sans his mask and more identifiable outfit but since the dance in India she had learned to spot the raccoon in any guise.
"So when did you and Sly Cooper first meet?"
"Sly Cooper? I've never seen him!?" Tamara declared looking utterly bewildered.
Carmelita blinked owlishly as she produced a picture of Sly mugging for a security camera.
"Oh is that him? Goodness he does look a great deal like my Hubert." she said, gesturing to the photos. Hubert is a kind man always giving his time and energy and especially his money to worthy causes. I can think of charities that only exist today because he funded them.
"Ms.Jones I believe you have been conned into believing-" Carmelita started but was cut off as the skunk rose from the seat pulling an envelope from a hidden drawer in the coffee table between them. Carmelita's eyes widened as the contents of the envelope were revealed. Photos of Sly Cooper in the buff, his cock at full mast proudly displayed for the camera. That was just the start of it, Photos of Sly and Tamara engaging in all sorts of sexual acts. The raccoon's cock stuffed between Tamara's tits, shoved into her mouth, pussy, ass and even being stroked over her face. Equally the Skunk heiress had her genitals on display as Sly was playing with her tits, fingering her pussy and ass.
"There. That should be all the proof that my man is not this Sly Cooper." Tamara said. "You can feel free to take them for evidence if you need."
"Mam there's-" Carmelita started to explain that neither she nor Interpol knew what Sly looked like naked.
"Please exit my house now. I don't want to be involved with this any further." Tamara said and Carmelita was obliged to do so
The next name on the list, Vicky Van Vigor was an enigma. The matron of an orphanage was an unexpected choice for Sly. Especially since there was seemingly no criminal angle. Her confusion about the tigress only grew when Carmelita saw her. Vicky Van Vigor was a big woman in every way, each of her breasts was bigger than the inspector's head and she was nearly as wide as she was tall. Her hips were wider than Carmelita's shoulders. Vicky was draped in a blue dress that hugged her generous curves.
"Good evening Ms.Fox." Vicky said as she lounged in a large custom chair. "I have to say it's most unusual to hear an officer of the law come out after me." she said and Carmelita got the feeling the tigress was very nervous about something, perhaps this was the lead that would pan out.
"Just a question about finances, your personal account has been receiving a very generous donation every few weeks for some time now." Carmelita said, pulling out her note book and watching the jiggly tigress's smile slip into a look of fear. "We have traced the donations back to the internationally wanted criminal Sly Cooper." Carmelita watched the feline's eyes go very wide for a second and her smile looked increasingly fake. "Would you care to tell us the nature of your relationship with Sly Cooper?"
"Why none at all." Vicky said her smile was nervous and her eyes full of fear. Carmelita raised an eyebrow favoring the tiger with a gaze of disbelief she had mastered at the academy. The tigress heaved a sigh looking crest fallen. "Oh fine, I knew I'd never hold up to interrogation." she said sadly. "The truth is the money is to pay for our hundred and thirty three children."
"How many!?!" Carmelita uttered in pure shock.
"Oh well i say our children but only three of them are our biological children the rest are orphans we have taken in." Vicky said, flushing slightly. "Lord knows if i could've given him that many i would have but cancer had other ideas..." Vicky paused looking morose.
"How did you meet? A world renowned criminal and the runner of an orphanage is a bit of an odd couple."
"Oh it's quite simple, inspector. About four years ago I started receiving very generous donations. I thought it was a touch odd so I put a stipulation on donations that if they went over a certain amount I needed to speak with the donor. About a year later this handsome raccoon in a blue suit turns up on my door. He introduced himself as a lord or something but I saw through that disguise right away." Carmelita nodded as she took down notes."Well Sly was quite surprised to be found out and I was shocked to find a thief funding my efforts. Once he told me why- did you know he's an orphan himself?" Vicky interrupted herself to ask. Carmelita nodded, gesturing for the tiger to go on. "Well I decided I was fine with him funding me, especially when I learned he only targets criminals."
"How did things get started romantically?" Carmelita asked.
"Oh he's a real smooth talker and I've always been a big woman but he seemed to find that very attractive. Goodness knows I was glad to give him so much to play with." the tigress grinned lost in that memory. "We weren't even trying for children... At first. One night it occurred to me as we were making love that it was the perfect time and I asked him to give me children. He was happy to do it and Hal, John, and Kyle were born right before I had to go into chemo." the tigress shook her head. "I'm begging you for my children's sake if nothing else, please just leave this alone."
Carmelita thought for a moment losing an orphanage this well funded would do more harm than good. The vixen nodded, writing "dead end" along her notes for the case. "Keep it clean miss Vigor. I don't want to have to shut you down but any further infractions and I will." she said walking away
Hellen McCooper, a raccoon geneticist was the next stop and the last before she would need to travel across the ocean. Hellen was pudgy in the way that only occurred after giving birth a record check confirmed that she had given birth only a year ago. The dark fur and hair coupled with her serious and tight lab dress made her look a touch tired even as she zipped about the room adding chemicals to beakers and Bunsen burners and centrifuges.
"Just a moment, inspector time stops for no one and my efforts are nearly complete!" Hellen said as the devices began to pour the substances into a single cylinder. "There we go. I have an hour to spend on you, use it wisely."
Carmelita blinked, not used to being ordered around like that by someone she was interrogating. "I'm here about money that was given to you by Sly Cooper."
"Sly... oh where did it go wrong!" Hellen wailed suddenly rushing across the room and flinging herself into a chair. "We met years ago. He was interested in my research."
"Which is?" Carmelita asked, wondering what was up with the raccoon's theatrics.
"I've been working on a variety of fertility and virility boosters for a long time." Hellen declared. "Powerful enough that previously infertile couples could have children. You have to work on these things species by species, but I have covered the most common kinds of order mammalia."
Carmelita tapped her chin. "Did he steal your work?" she asked, wondering if chemical enhancement was the reason for Sly's incredible bedroom antics.
"Oh quite the opposite. Sly was one of the subjects that helped me find the formula we tweak to give men the boosted virility." Hellen replied, holding her head in her hands. "He was hyper productive with healthy cells and such a thin refractory period..." Hellen trailed off into silence for a moment and just before Carmelita could ask if she was okay she continued. "Sly as it turned out was less interested in the virility drugs that I made and more the fertility drugs. There are some side effects to them. We still haven't gotten rid of them all and some of them are beneficial in the long run..."
"What kind of side effects?" Carmelita asked curiously as Hellen took her head from her hands.
"The most common ones are a temporary nymphomania, loss of inhibition and increased sensitivity to sexual stimulation." Hellen said. "Older formulas also caused a sort of hypnotic trance state increasing subjects suggestibility. It wasn't like mind control but more like being drunk."
"Sounds almost like you have experience with that." Carmelita said, spotting a thread.
Hellen nodded slowly. "I was dosed with the old formula. Suddenly I'm a soaking mess just aching for sex and there he is Sly Cooper the stud of the lab." Hellen gave Carmelita a look of some unknowable emotion. "Too much of a coincidence. That he should show up just as I mistake a dose of an old drug for my soda? He set me up and then I was putty in his hands. He stripped me naked and fucked me on the lab floor over and over again. Everything he said seemed so right and it all felt so good and the way he told me to hold still while he impregnated me." Hellen was breathing heavily though Carmelita thought it looked less like panic and more like the raccoon was worked up. "The drug worked better than I could have expected. I had been declared infertile but thanks to that little concoction nine months later I have quintuplets. Damian, Terry, Tim, Richard and my girl Stephanie." Hellen paused. "It never occurred to me that Sly was sending me money. I always assumed it was a bonus for my work on drugs."
Carmelita sighed realizing this was yet another dead end.
Carmelita lay in a hotel bed towel still wrapped around her midsection from her recent shower. The TV opposite her was playing the recorded footage from the lab incident with the sound muted. Carmelita was perhaps a bit more engrossed than she should be. Carmelita found that she was treating the recording less like an assault and more like an amateur porn flick. That is what it seemed like. Hellen sitting her can down next to a beaker full of bubbling brown goo and then drinking the goo instead felt off to the fox. Sly's entrance to the room felt timed as Hellen was stripping naked dropping to the floor fingering her pussy. Carmelita found herself stroking her own sex watching as Sly pulled his cock from his pants the member slowly stiffening in his grip before the raccoon woman swallowed it down to the base like it was nothing. Carmelita's attention was split between the sloppy deep-throating Hellen was performing and the way she bucked her hips against her fingers. Carmelita soon found herself blinking in surprise as Sly pulled the sex crazed woman off his cock lifting her by the armpits up onto the table. The inspector knew Sly was strong but she deliberately avoided being in his arms so she had never suspected he was that strong. Her attention was refocused as Hellen spread her sex saying something the camera didn't pick up before Sly pushed that glorious cock of hers into it. Carmelita then discovered there were apparently multiple camera angles in the lab. She found herself watching from top down as Sly's dark thick manhood spread Hellen's sex wide as it slide in and out of her love tunnel. Carmelita was busy stroking her mounds kneading the tender flesh of her sex with one hand as she watched the pair fucking. The fox witnessed that testimonies about how virile the master thief was were almost under stated as he flooded Hellen's sex with cum till it spurted out around his cock. Carmelita paused the video, her sexual desires running away with her. The inspector dipped to digits into her sex rubbing her sensitive inner walls feeling the need and heat of her sex. Closing her eyes she imagined herself in Hellen's place, Sly's cock filling her sex his hands holding her thighs apart as he fucked her with all he had.
"Sly..." Carmelita moaned as her fingers dug deeper to those spots inside she could only just reach. She fantasized about Sly's massive cock bulging her sex out as the raccoons flirtatious words came back to her. Her thoughts pivoted just a bit to all the women who Sly had knocked up and she couldn't help imagining him wanting to do the same to her. She imagine him cumming inside her over and over her sex dripping with his seed. She moaned and writhed at her own touch as she imagined her body changing, her breasts growing heavy with milk and her belly rounding as Sly's child grew within her. "YES SLY!!!" Carmelita belted out as she came her sex desperately tryed to draw seed from a cock that wasn't there.
The inspector opened her eyes and sighed. "What the hell am i doing?" she asked in the empty air. "He's a criminal... I'm a cop. I shouldn't feel like this about him...." she said turning the recording off she tossed her towel away and climbed under the sheets. "Tomorrow it's back to work." she affirmed to herself, shoving down the part of her that was attracted to the master thief.