{{OH, WOW! Because we have had some very prolific contributors to this thread since its start, this is our official 996th Earth 2 episode, since the entire "Moon Lake" series branches off the master list, beginning with what is listed as Episode 4: "The Andersons 2.0". WAY TO GO TEAM MOON LAKE!—tmw.}}
AROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLE AT THE KNIGHT ESTATE...
"You're kidding me!" declared Eric Anderson, as he finished listening to what Benton Knight said his private detective discovered about high school math teacher Jeff Wilson.
"No, I'm not. Brock Stone e-mailed me the information last night, since with all the police barricades and everything, he couldn't deliver it in person," explained Benton Knight. "And once I tell Principal Andrews, you can be rest assured that he and the school board will take the appropriate action."
"Based upon what you kids have told me, I will agree that this man needs to face some kind of disciplinary action, but how will this teacher react once he's exposed?" asked Benton's wife Amanda.
"Does it matter?" wondered her daughter Frieda in return. "I didn't ask dad to look into the situation just for Eric's sake. Wilson has been a thorn in a lot of students' sides ever since he started teaching at the high school. If the man is allowed to continue teaching, I could be facing him when I'm a Senior."
"And I'll be running the risk of having that werepig next year," added Spencer Lawson.
Amanda thought about that for a moment. While she didn't comprehend the exact nature of their relationship, there was no denying that Eric and Spencer were very important to her daughter. That and the fact that the last thing Amanda Knight wanted in this world was to see Frieda hurt in any way, shape, or form.
"Then do what you must dear," Amanda told her husband. "Just make sure that it doesn't come back to hurt this family, and that you return in time for your appointment with Doctor Twist."
AND IN ANOTHER KNIGHT HOUSEHOLD...
"Lila, I know you're carrying our cub, but how long will you be in the bathroom?" Lance Knight asked his pregnant wife.
"As long as it takes," she replied, before morning sickness overtook her.
"Is there anything I can do?" wondered the concerned husband.
"A cup of tea and some dry toast when I'm done?" Lila requested, during a quiet moment.
"Sure honey. Anything you want," promised the worried husband and father to be, before hurrying to the kitchen. Guess I'll be showering in the hall bathroom again, realized Lance. But at least things should be quieter today since Fredrick Parker's shooter's been arrested and moved out of Moon Lake.
IN THE SEATTLE OFFICE OF THE F.B.I....
"Something just isn't adding up here," complained Special Agent Brooke Reed over a cup of coffee.
"How so?" inquired the agent standing next to her, enjoying his own coffee. The two of them had been back and forth over the case since bringing in the suspect in the shooting of Fredrick Parker.
"We have all kinds of evidence of this Jose's, and I don't think for one second that is his real name, intended itinerary in Moon Lake. Whether or not he was supposed to murder Tachibana, Twist, and the rest; we can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he shot Parker, murdering that deputy in the process. Yet even if Jose was working on behalf of this Jack Crawford throughout his whole stay in Moon Lake, why would Crawford want Parker killed? We still haven't been able to find any connection between them, let alone one that would explain why Crawford would be the one to issue the execution order on the notorious Shark, as Parker is known in mob circles."
"We can ask Crawford when he's brought in," replied the other agent.
"What do you mean, when he's brought in?" asked Reed. "I haven't been given clearance to go get him yet."
"The clearance came in with the arrest and search warrants while we were questioning Jose. The local director sent other agents to collect Crawford."
"WHAT?" exclaimed Reed.
"Don't worry. When I found out, the director promised me you'd have first crack at questioning Crawford when he's brought in," said the other agent.
DAMN! thought Reed. There are very few weres working for the FBI, let alone out of this office! I seriously doubt there's a single were on the apprehension team, and I promised Tachibana I'd take care of this personally so Crawford didn't expose us upon being confronted. Got to warn her!
"Excuse me. Nature calls. Too much coffee," said Reed, throwing her unfinished cup in the closest trashcan before heading to the ladies' room, where she planned to make a quick phone call to Moon Lake.
WITHIN A CERTAIN HOLDING CELL...
Okay. My frame of that Crawford dupe should hold up for quite a well, even without any cooperation from me, thought "Jose", while sitting in his cell. And if it does fall apart, there's nothing that would lead back to my real employers, he realized, confident the rival mobsters that had hired him would remain undiscovered.
The big question now is whether I should kill myself or try to escape before they put a contract out on me.
AT THE BASE OF A CERTAIN APARTMENT COMPLEX, ELSEWHERE IN SEATTLE...
"Okay people, listen up. Other than his finances, we have absolutely no information about this Jack Crawford. So we're only considering him a potential flight risk at the moment. Whether Crawford's also armed and dangerous remains to be seen, but we're still playing it formally, by the book," began the agent in charge of bringing the suspect in. He looked over his team and made sure everyone was wearing their bullet proof vests and safety helmets.
"We have no idea how many servants might be on the premises at this time," added the team leader, "but the suspect is married. Mrs. Crawford is under no charges at this time, but if she agrees to cooperate and accompany us back with her husband for questioning, we will treat her cordially until the situation warrants otherwise. Any questions?"
Everyone present shook their heads negatively.
"Everyone ready?"
All nodded their heads positively.
"Okay. Let's move out!" ordered the team leader, as he walked toward the main entrance while another group went to cover the rear delivery access.
AND INSIDE THE MASTER BEDROOM OF THE CRAWFORDS' PENTHOUSE SUITE...
"Oh yes, my wonderful werepanther! HARDER!" cried Kenya Adaeze Crawford, perched on their bed as her husband drove his barbed penis deeper into her hungry cunt.
The werepanther had been awakened at 6 that morning to the pleasurable, if somewhat awkward experience, of his horny wife mounting him once more.
As much as I love the sex, I'll be glad when Kenya's heat cycle is over. I've got businesses to run and a Knight to vanquish! he thought, thinking about his rival Benton Knight back in Moon Lake.
Even as the two continued to rut in their fursonas, they were totally unaware of the Federal visitors who were about to call, let alone the consequences of that visit.
TO BE CONTINUED!