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NOTE: to readers I am using characters and events in this story from my
previous story "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife". I suggest reading that story
before reading this one, for more background on the case. Also I am trying to
follow the style of the show, by showing flashbacks from the past, mixed in
with scenes from the present. This story takes place in TV's today world if
there was such a thing, whereas the "Raymond" story referenced here took place
seven years earlier.

Cold Case: Lilly's Interrogation

Written by: Notmystory@kc.rr.com

Part 1 of 2

Detective Lillian Rush woke up to find a filthy bum kissing her on the lips,
while he pounded brutally into her cunt. His hands moved freely over her naked
body. She lay there too weak to fight the filthy stranger off her, as she moved
her head back and forth, trying to evade his tongue and lips, while getting
her bearings back.

She was in an alley, behind a large green trash dumpster, was her best guess,
from what she could see in the dark alley. She tried to think of how she got
here, and how this had happened to her. Her mind was a haze, unable to
remember exactly what the last thing that she remembered was. What the date
was? Where she had been? Every question her mind formed, she found herself
unable to answer.

Looking back, we can see what happened to Detective Rush, from the sounds of
last week's big hit song.

A tip had come in that could help her solve a seven year old multiple homicide.
Detective Rush had been eager to open the Cold Case, and dug right in trying
to solve it.

A female waitress had recognized one of the two henchmen, who had entered the
bar the night of a double killing, in the alley behind it. The investigators
from before had handled the case like a mugging gone wrong, assuming that the
two victim's had been held up in the alley, resisted, and were murdered. Then
ballistics matched the bullets to three other homicides in New York City, but
then the case went cold. 

The waitress had seen one of the men from that night, when his mug shot was
shown on the local news, after being charged with the execution style murder
of a low life pimp. Lillian had begun reviewing the files from the previous
investigators, but found little information there, that hadn't been
investigated before.
 
Lillian had trouble convincing her lieutenant to allow her the resources to
pursue the case the way that she wanted. The lieutenant had pointed out the
perp was already in custody for murder, and four of the five victims had been
found to be two bit pornographers. No one cared about this case, then or now,
and the apparent perpetrator of the crime was surely going to get life in
prison already. He allowed her to pursue the leads locally as she wanted, as
long as she didn't waste any of the other detectives time, but when she asked
to got to New York, he balked. 

Three days into her investigation, and she had no new leads or theories, but
was finally able to get the perp's lawyer to allow her to question him under
his watchful eye.

She wasn't happy about how the integration was set up, as the perp had already
gotten out on bond, somehow putting up the half million dollar bond. His
lawyer was one of the best in Philly. She met the lawyer in his office, where
she was told the way the interview would be conducted, when she finally would
go into the conference room. She was shocked by the perp's cocky attitude.

He had been seen by two credible witnesses pulling the trigger, and was
apprehended with the murder weapon, less than a hundred yards from where the
shooting had taken place. But he acted as though the interrogation was a minor
inconvenience, in an otherwise normal day. Lillian knew he had a clean rap
sheet, but had been investigated several times for other homicides. It was a
general consensus that he was probably a well paid mob hit man, but no one had
been able to make anything stick.

She had been given half an hour to interrogate him, but nearly every question
that she asked him, the lawyer responded to, or told her that his client
refused to answer it. After just ten minutes of questioning Johnny Lister, he
said one thing that did catch her attention. After getting annoyed by her
insistence, that he answer her questions, instead of listening to his lawyer,
he joked to the lawyer "Man Fass would sure like breaking this one, she's
pretty strong willed." Lilly quickly scribbled the notes of his comment on her
pad, witch put a worried look on both men's faces. The lawyer then immediately
called an end to the interview, five minutes early, as he was tired of her\
repetitive questions.

Lilly went back and reviewed the cold case files in them she found that the
name Fass kept getting brought up in the two men's conversations at the bar
the night they were killed. The waitress couldn't remember about what, but she
did remember that name, as well as a few others.

Lilly looked farther into Johnny Lister's past, and after hours of digging,
she found her man Fass, a New York business man, who had funneled money to pay
for Lister's million dollar attorney, as well as a long time financial
contributor to Lister's bank account.

Fass was clean, as far as she could tell. He owned several companies and was a
powerful man in New York's business and political scene. He kept a low profile,
and made sure that his name stayed out of the papers. Lilly scheduled an
appointment with his secretary, before she went to her lieutenant to ask 
permission to go to New York.

Her lieutenant was angry, but after looking into her bright blue eyes, he
relented, and agreed to allow her to take the trip, he insisted that she take
her partner with her, and that she contact the NYPD before she left.

She made the call, but found her New York counter-part even less interested in
the case than her lieutenant. He told her that she was free to look into
anything that she liked, but that she better not be "pissing in his pond". As
far as help, well he could, if "she needed someone to hold her hand in the big
city". She kept her cool as she listened to a fellow officer belittle her. She
kindly informed him that she would be fine, and that she was merely giving them
a courtesy call, that she would be following leads on an investigation in his
city.

She had kept all the details of her investigation to herself, as her lieutenant
had been so cold to the idea of her working this case anyway. She had done all
the work on her own so far, having been told that if she did pursue it, not to
waste anyone else's time on it. She met Valens in the garage, he had been out
of the office most of the day.

As they headed out of town, he began telling her his troubles with Elisa and
how he was worried about her. Lilly felt his pain, and insisted that he go
back to her, telling him that she was just going to talk to business
acquaintances of her suspect, and that there was no danger, or need of him to
tag along. She insisted that he stay and take care of his personal issues,
telling him that she'd be back tomorrow, and if she needed help, she had
already called the NY detective working the case. She then dropped him off at
his place, as she left town, not thinking twice about it, or bothering to tell
her lieutenant.

She made the trip to New York and found Mr. Fass's office within an hour to
spare before her appointment with him. She noted from her file that he owned
the restaurant down the street, and took the time to check the place out. She
was surprised to see the large number of single men who entered the restaurant,
each alone, and each seeming to be in a hurry. They all seemed like regulars,
as they conversed with the valets in a friendly, familiar manner.  

After observing the restaurant for half an hour, she went back to his office,
and wondered around the lobby, until her appointment time. She checked in with
the receptionist seven minutes early, but was kept waiting for over fifteen
minutes.

Her interview with Mr. Fass was as fruitless as her interview had been with 
Mr. Lister. He claimed to have no knowledge of anything, including even knowing
a John Lister. He insisted that he paid thousands of people several million in
payroll each month, through his various companies, and couldn't possibly know
most of them. He seemed to look over her, as though looking over a puzzle. He
moved his eyes over her body, taking in every inch of her.

The strangest part of the interview came at the end, when he asked Lilly if
she had a husband, stating that he hadn't seen a ring. She blushed and told
him no. He then asked about boyfriends or a significant other. She brushed off
the question, not even bothering to answer it, instead taking the opportunity
to ask about his restaurant down the street.

He told her yes it was his, but more for a tax write off than anything else,
and offered to call ahead, and have a table reserved for her. She declined his
offer, and excused herself from the meeting.

She got on her cell phone, and called her lieutenant as she left the office.
She told Lt. Stillman that everything was fine, and that she was going to get
a bite to eat, then head back, telling him that she would see him in the
morning.

He was angry when he found out that she had gone alone, but seemed to calm
down when she told him that it had been a dead end, and that she was afraid
that she would have to drop the case, having not been able to find any new
information. This confession seemed to ease her lieutenant's anger, and he
told her how happy he was to hear that, telling her to drive safely.

Although Lilly had told her mentor, Lt. Stillman that she had run into a dead
end, she just didn't feel right about the whole thing. Driving by Mr. Fass's
restaurant, as she was leaving, she decided to have her dinner there. She
pulled up and was greeted by a valet immediately. He gave her a claim check,
and pulled the car away, around the block.

Inside the doors, she noted the placard which stated that the restaurant was
for members only. She was surprised when the statuesque brunette seated her
without any question. She was told that the special included a glass of wine,
which she refused. She had never been asked about a membership, or any other
questions, other than if she would be dining alone.

She was allowed to dine in peace, and found the food quite good. The restaurant
had only about four other tables occupied, and she took note that the one man
that she had seen enter before her, wasn't one of the other diners. She nursed
her food, taking her time to finish. She had observed, like any good detective,
as several men entered, and proceeded down the hall labeled restroom, but
didn't return.

She waited until another man entered the restaurant, and headed down the hall.
She looked around, making sure that no one was watching her, and then headed
down the hall, after the man herself. She entered the hall just in time to see
the man turn at the end of the hallway. She crept along behind him silently,
looking around to make sure that no one saw her.

As she turned the corner, she thought that she saw the wall move about three
quarters of the way down the hallway. But walking down the hallway herself,
she found it to be a dead end, having no doors in the hallway at all. The man
had apparently vanished into thin air.

Lilly knew better, and after checking the hallway to make sure that she was
alone, and hadn't been followed, she began feeling the wall, where she thought
that she had seen movement only moment ago. She found the secret door in under
a minute, and drawing her gun, she slipped in the darkened hallway beyond the
door.

She hadn't seen the tiny holes in the ceiling, nor had she noticed the
miniature cameras in the smoke detectors and emergency lighting equipment. She
felt her way down both sides of the darkened hall, unaware of the fact that
her every movement was being observed. After searching both sides of the
hallway twice, she found the second secret passage, leading to yet another
hallway. This hallway contained two doors, one on the side, and one at the end.

She crept towards the doors, her weapon drawn, when she heard the movement
behind her. She spun around to see a uniformed guard, with a firearm trained
on her.

"Freeze! You're trespassing! Put your weapon down, or I'll be forced to shoot!"
the guard yelled at her.

She heard the other two doors open, and slowly turned her head to see two more
guards with weapons trained on her.

"Look, I'm a cop. I'm going to reach into my purse, and get my ..." she began.

"Drop the weapon now, or we'll be forced to shoot! DO IT NOW!" a guard behind
her screamed angrily.

"Okay, OK! Just stay calm. I'm putting my gun on the floor." she said in a
calm voice, trying to relax the men with their weapons trained on her.

She placed the gun on the floor and stood up straight.

"Okay, now I am going to show you my badge. I'm just going to reach in my.."
she began to explain.

"Don't" the guard in front of her yelled. "Put you hands behind you head, and
lace your fingers together. If you're really a cop, you'll know the drill." he
demanded.

Lilly knew she was on private property, and out of her jurisdiction, as she
placed her hands on her head, as she was ordered to do. Within seconds, a
metal cuff was locked over her left wrist, which was pulled down forcefully
behind her back. Her right wrist was twisted down to join it, and cuffed in
place next to it. With guards on either side of her, holding her arms, the
guard in front of her lowered his weapon, and approached her.

"Look, if you'll just look in the inside breast pocket of my jacket, you'll
find my identification. I was just looking for the restroom, when I stumbled
into the dark hall. I thought that I heard something, so I started to
investigate." she said, as she tried to explain away her presence.

"We'll see. The halls are labeled private, no trespassing, and the only thing
I've heard in them is you lady." the guard in front of her said, reaching for
her chest. Lilly was shocked, but said nothing when he groped her breast, 
before pulling her wallet from her jacket's pocket. Her eyes conveyed her
anger to him, as she glared at him.

"Detective Lillian Rush, Philadelphia Police Department. You're kind of far
from home, aren't you detective." he asked her, thumbing through her ID.

"I'm here investigating a homicide." she answered in a commanding voice.

"Really? Well have you got a warrant to be here detective?" he asked, with a
smirk.

"No, I'm just investigating at this time, in cooperation with the NYPD, who
are expecting me at anytime now." she said confidently, hoping to be released
with out further incident, and not wanting to have to explain herself to the
local authorities.

"Well, you'll have to explain yourself to the Master I'm afraid." the guard
said, walking to one of the open doors.

She was guided to follow him, as someone picked up her gun, as she was lead
through the door. She entered a magnificent office, decorated in wonderful
wood, carved with great care. She also saw the crude torture devices placed
around the room. She was led in front of a large wooden desk, and she could
sense that someone was in the high back chair, and she watched intently, as
the chair spun around to face her.

Mr. Fass turned to face Detective Rush a rueful smile on his face. "Detective
Rush, or may I call you Lilly? So good to see you again." he said, lacing his
fingers together, as he rested his elbows on the chairs large armrests.

"I was just explaining to your men here that I was in town on a homicide
investigation, and am expected back at the precinct to tell my New York
counterparts what I have found. I'm sorry for causing you any trouble, I just
got a little turned around and ..." she was saying, when Mr. Fass interrupted.

"Please Lilly, lets be honest with one another, shall we. You weren't lost,
and you're not expected anywhere by anyone here in New York." he said
menacingly.

"No, that's not true. I was just looking for the restroom. I am late for
another appointment with Detective ..." she said calmly, trying to convince
him of her sincerity.

"I just have to say that I find your story full of shit Lilly!" he said with a
lack of control unbecoming him, "You'll now tell me what you've found in you
investigation." he demanded of her.

"I'm afraid I can't discuss an ongoing investigation." she said, as she was
again interrupted.

"Oh, I think you'll discuss it with me Lilly, and you'll tell me what you know,
and then I'll have my men show you out. Otherwise..." he said, looking past
her.

Lilly turned her head to see the cross that he was staring at. "I'm not sure
what you're trying to imply, but let me assure you that you don't want to
threaten me, or interfere in my ongoing investigation." she said angrily.

"I see. Well if this is the way that it will have to be Ms. Rush, then I guess
that you leave me little choice." he said.

"That's Detective Rush, Mr. Fass. Now I insist that you call the New York
Police Department, and release me immediately, before they come in breaking
down the doors to your little office here." she said coolly, interrupting him.  

"No, I don't think so Ms Rush. I'm afraid that you're not in a position to
demand anything. I'm in charge here. We both know that you're here on your own.
Detective Valens stayed in Philly, and Detective Myers here in New York, is
off enjoying the money that I've paid him. Your car's already being taken back
to your home. That's where anyone who might come looking for it will find it.
So anyone looking for you, will believe that you're back in Philly as well."
he paused. "I have been torn since word of your investigation reached me. You
see, when Johnny called to tell me that you were onto his involvement in my
dealings, I was of course troubled by that news. But then when he described
you to me, I must admit that I hoped that you would find me." he said, standing
up from his chair, and walking behind it.

"Gentlemen, have you searched our prisoner?" he asked, as he turned back to
look at her.

"When I spoke with you earlier, I sincerely hoped that you would go back to
Philly and drop the whole thing. You seemed like such a lovely young lady that
I didn't want to see anything bad happen to you. But then you showed up here,
and I must say that I found that I was happy to see you dining in my
restaurant. Then your curiosity got the best of you, didn't it? You just
couldn't walk away from it. Well I must say, that I'm not entirely sad to see
that either." he said, as the two guards began searching her.

"Look I can help you, if you just give up now. I can work with the DA and
explain how you cooperated with me in my investigation." Lilly told him, as
she got incredibly scared, as his two men were now running their hands up and
down her body. Their groping and pinching was blatant, as they preformed a
search, removing all of her affects from her pockets.

"I have no intention of cooperating with you Lilly, but if you would like to
make things easier on yourself, you can begin cooperating with me right now.
What do you know from you investigation?" he asked, in a low deliberate tone.

"I told you I can't discuss that." she began to say.

"Gentlemen did I say strip search the detective?" he paused, a smile on his
face, as he stood in front of her, staring at her, "Well I am now."

"Don't!" she shouted, trying to push against one of the guards, in a futile
effort to stop him. The third guard held her steady, as another undid the top
button of her blouse.

"Stop! I'm a police officer, and you're all under arrest! Touch me again, and
I swear they'll lock you up, and you'll never see another day of freedom!" she
screamed, trying to talk some sense into the men holding her.

The second button was undone, and then the third. Her struggles to break free
proved useless. She continued to protest, and demand to be set free, as the
other guard leaned down and began undoing her belt.

Mr. Fass continued asking her what she knew about the case, and what she had
discovered, but she never answered, she merely screamed her demands for
freedom, never responding to him. As the guard pulled the belt free of its
last loop, Mr. Fass looked at his men, and instructed them to gag her with it.

The other guard had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and was in the process of
reaching behind her, to undo her bra at that time. He unclasped the two hooks
on the back, and pulling his hand away from her body, he yanked the bra away
from her chest.

Her blouse had fallen closed, covering most of her breast, but in the process
she had began screaming for help, and yelling rape. She was still screaming
when her bra was stuffed into her mouth. The leather belt was then pulled
across her lips, and stung them, as it was violently pulled tight, and wrapped
around her head. She looked at Mr. Fass, horror on her face, as her blouse and
jacket were forced down her cuffed arms, exposing her breasts to the men in
the room.

"Now Lilly, I hope that you see that you have no choice, but to cooperate with
me. I'm afraid that you will, whether you want to or not. Its up to you how
much pain you'll have to endure, before you cooperate with me." he said,
staring at her in her eyes.

"Now, are you ready to cooperate with me, and tell me all that you know?" he
asked, moving his hand to cup her chin.

Lilly narrowed her eyes, shaking her head "NO", forcefully breaking free of
his touch. Mr. Fass simply looked at the guard beside her and nodded. The man
leaned into her, and unclasped the hook of her slacks, and pushed the zipper
down slowly. She fought back as best as she could, trying to break free from
the man holding her. But slowly she found her pants being pulled down to her
ankles, leaving her standing there in only her panties.

Mr. Fass then ordered the free guard to hold her head still. Taking a hold of
her head, with a handful of her blonde locks, he held her firmly in place.
Looking her in her eyes again, Mr. Fass simply said, "Well?"

Lilly again tried to nod "NO". Mr. Fass turned around and walked back behind
his desk, as her panties were pulled down her legs. She fought again, trying
to escape from the guard's iron grasp. She was grabbed around the waist, and
found herself lifted into the air. Her pants were pulled from her legs, forcing
her polished shoes from her feet. Next the panties were slipped off of her
flailing legs, as the guard grabbed her ankle, and pulled her sock off. The
next sock came off as easy, and she was once again dropped to the floor.

"Lilly, please make this easier on yourself and cooperate." he said, pushing a
button on his desk.

As a large wood panel against the wall slid away, it revealed the floor of the
dungeon. She looked out the massive window, and saw the debauchery below with
shocked horror. She stared at the scene in front of her, petrified by the
sight.

The room was large, massive actually, with at least twenty glass cases lining
the walls between numbered doors. Several cases held naked women, with leashes
hanging from their necks. In the main area of the room, where tables and chairs
were placed, several men sat drinking and smoking, as beautiful naked women
served them the finest alcohol and tobacco. Stages arranged around the room
had various acts of deplorable sexual behavior going on, as women were bound
in different positions, while men would walk up and randomly use the women's
helpless bodies. She saw women in swings, and on stalks and crosses, all
being ravaged by the passing men. She was appalled, as men moved between the
women, casually engaging in sex with the restrained women.

"You see Lilly, you will do anything that I want, including tell me what you
know. Cooperate, and I will go easy on you, fail to do so, and you'll find
yourself on the center stage in my dungeon detective."

Lilly stood shaking her head no, as she looked on at the lewd display before
her. Mr. Fass shook his head, as he looked over her personal belongings, now
lying on his desk. He picked up the small tazer unit, and walked back over to
her.

"You're a well armed young lady Lilly." he said, closing the distance between
them. "Non-lethal response. You have to be tazered yourself, before you're
allowed to carry one of these, aren't you Lilly?" he asked, now standing just
inches from her face.

She glared back at him, trying to hide her fear, as she watched him look over
the tazer. "Please tell me what you know?" he said, holding the tazer in front
of her face. She merely stared at the device, unable to believe what was
happening to her.

Her eyes opened widely in fear, as she watched him lower the tazer to her
stomach. She felt the hands release her, just a split second before she felt
the shock of the tazer. Her body was wracked with pain, as the powerful
electric charge ran through her body. She found herself on the floor, her body
quivering, still wracked in pain. Her mind barely registered the fact that the
tazer strike was over, when she heard Mr. Fass's order to rack her.

Her arms where uncuffed, allowing her blouse and jacket to be pulled off them
before she was drug over to the large wooden 'X' shaped frame. By the time
that she had begun to regain her senses, she found herself bound by her arms,
legs and neck, with another strap going over her belly, to the large sturdy
wooden frame.

She looked up to see Mr. Fass standing in front of her, still holding the
tazer gun in front of her face.

"Please spare yourself any further pain, and tell me what you know Lilly." he
said, as she stared at the tazer.

She knew that she had no choice, that he would kill her without any hesitation
if it suited him. He obviously had no mercy. She had nothing to hide, and now
wondered how things would have been different, had she simply answered him the
first time that he had asked. She had learned nothing before coming here, and
other than a hunch, she had nothing else to go on.

She shook her head yes, she would tell him, as the tears continued streaking
down her face. He looked at his guards, and ordered them to leave. She watched
as the men left, gazing lustfully at her nude body.

Once the door closed behind them, Mr. Fass reached behind her, and released the
leather belt holding her gag in place. She spit the bra from her mouth, as
soon as the belt was free of her lips, and began sucking in large gulps of air.

"Now Lilly, tell me what have you learned from your investigation." he ordered
her, sitting in a nearby chair, while pouring himself a drink.

Lilly began telling him all of the details of her investigation, no longer
willing to fight him.

Back in the present, we watch as her attacker grunts, as he sprays his seed
into her now well abused cunt. He lays on top of her, heaving from his
exertions, as he tries to recuperate the energy needed to leave. But even as
he lays there recovering, his hands continue groping her small chest, cruelly
pinching her sore tortured nipples.

Finally, thinking that he had enjoyed her enough, and wanting to leave before
he was discovered, he rolled off of her body. pulled his pants up, zipping them
up, as he quietly moved away from his victim.

Lilly had worked up her own strength enough to rise, and taking some scraps of
cardboard from the alley, to hold over herself, to cover her nudity, she
stumbled towards the light at the end of the alley. She continued to try and
think of how she ended up like this, but couldn't remember a thing from the
recent past, as she leaned against a wall, and stared at the street sign. She
was only a few miles from her station, but that wasn't helping to make her
feel any better about her situation, as she realized that she was in the most
crime ridden part of town.

As she stood trying to regain her bearings, a car traveling down the street
skidded to a stop, just past the entrance to the alley. A group of three black
gang members climbed out of a white Chevy, screaming out cat call, and howling
like wolves.

"Holy shit! What do we have here?" one of them yelled out, as they approached
the vulnerable police detective.

End part one