Summary: Things aren’t always
what they seem....
Notes: Written in
response to a challenge assayed by Kellie Matthews to write a sex scene in Ray
Kowalski POV using coptalk.
Detective Ray Kowalski
February 14, 1997 at approximately 11:31pm, I entered the premises of the
suspect, Benton Robert Fraser. Constable Fraser resided at the Canadian
Consulate where he was also an employee. I had had the Constable under
observation for approximately two years at that time.
I suspected that Constable Fraser was
engaging in various indecent sexual acts and was, perhaps, guilty of performing
sodomy. Under the Illinois State Criminal Code, sodomy— the anal or oral
stimulation of a man’s penis—is considered illegal. It was my hope
to catch Constable Fraser in the act.
under surveillance earlier in the evening, at approximately 11:02, the Constable
had been seen with his arms around his junior officer, one Renfield Turnbull,
who was also employed by the Consulate. The younger officer was reportedly
singing in an extremely off-key manner while the pair exited a taxicab that
parked briefly in front of the Consulate building. Constable Fraser’s
hands were seen groping his companion’s buttocks and groin area prior to
the pair’s disappearance into the shadowy recesses of the Consulate
doorway where it was impossible to see what else might have transpired.
These lascivious acts performed in public
were determined to provide probable cause to enter the premises.
Moving quietly, so as not to alert the
perpetrators to my presence, I entered through the unlocked front door and made
my way down the hall to Constable Fraser’s office. There was a light
visible under the door. I stopped outside and listened.
The moaning I heard was undoubtedly
masculine and appeared to be emanating from Constable Fraser. I kicked the door
open and entered the room. I identified myself as a member of the Chicago
Police Department as soon as I was inside the door.
Constable Fraser appeared to be alone in the
room. However, from his state of undress it was apparent that he was indeed
performing lascivious acts. The constable wore only a sleeveless undershirt and
trousers that were open at the fly. His feet were bare. He stood near the
room’s only window leaning over a cot with one hand resting on the
windowsill. His other hand held his erect penis.
“Where’s Turnbull?” I
asked after ascertaining we were, indeed, alone in the
The suspect answered calmly, despite
the awkwardness of our situation. “Constable Turnbull is asleep outside
in the back alley in the refrigerator box he currently calls his home. We
transported his box here earlier in the evening for precisely this purpose. I
assure you he is still there; if you listen, the sound of his snoring can quite
easily be heard.”
I did not answer and
in the resulting silence it was indeed possible for a variety masculine snoring
to be heard through the open window. Quietly I radioed my backup to identify
the sleeping man in the alley. Constable Fraser remained silent while I waited
for the I.D.
The sleeping man was
identified as Constable Renfield Turnbull.
Once I heard the positive I.D. I attempted
to apologize for the misunderstanding.
“And what misunderstanding might that
be, Detective?” the suspect asked.
informed the suspect that we had mistakenly assumed that he and Constable
Turnbull were engaging in illegal sexual acts. I apologized again and attempted
to leave the room.
The suspect asked me to
wait and then asked for further clarification. “What acts did you think
Constable Turnbull and I might be performing, Detective? I would not want to
run afoul of the laws of my host country, even though,” he arched his
eyebrow, “as Turnbull and I are both Canadian nationals and, at the
moment, on Canadian soil, I believe you would have difficulty in... bringing us
to task if we did violate your laws.”
I closed the door behind me and stepped
closer to the suspect. “Sodomy. Anal penetration between men.”
“Ah.” The suspect said no more,
but it became readily apparent that he was highly interested in the conversation
as he had yet to button up his trousers. “Why are you still here,
Detective?” the constable asked after a few moments of
I explained that I was having a
hunch that further observation of the suspect in this room would lead to the
discovery of illegal acts being performed. I then drew my own
Constable Fraser seemed impressed
with size and strength of my weapon. Using his mouth, the suspect explored the
surface of my weapon thoroughly. I remarked that he was quite skilled at using
his tongue. He replied that, as a Mountie, he had been trained to utilize all
of his senses to gather data in the most thorough manner possible. This
detective can now testify wholeheartedly that his training stood him in good
The suspect then wet his index finger
and used it to probe my person in a most remarkable fashion. The data he
collected from this endeavor almost caused him to choke, but he was able to keep
up with the stream most admirably.
constable squatted next to me, I noticed that his pants had been dispensed with
during the short recovery time I found necessary to employ after sharing all
that data. Between his legs he held a weapon of impressive proportions. Using
my hand-to-hand combat training, I reached for the weapon and attempted to
This proved unsuccessful.
However, the energy and effort he put into our mutual grappling for it seemed to
tire him. Possibly he suffered some fluid loss. He put up no resistance when
I rolled him over and restrained him by the wrists. It was my intention to
bring the suspect in immediately for further questioning, however, he opened up
quite nicely for me there in his room. I was able to penetrate his defenses and
reach into his very soul. We communicated throughout the night.
Due to that interview, I feel I’ve
gained a new understanding of Constable Fraser and, perhaps, even of myself.
Further investigation seems warranted.