Seven of Spades2: Trick Roller

"My God," Dominic said, letting Levi drop off on top of him and collapse to the side.He stared vaguely at the ceiling for a moment before remembering that the condom was still on.He frivolously took the condom off his limp penis, knotted it hastily, and threw it into the trash—without any technical content, it was all luck.Then he brushed sweaty hair from his forehead and looked at the panting man behind him.

Twenty minutes ago, when they met in Levi's apartment, Levi pounced on him. Dominic had just had time to put the takeaway on the kitchen counter before he was dragged into the bedroom and pushed down on the bed.Levi was in a bad mood, but Dominic was very clear that it was not his fault, and he was very happy to let Levi ride on him to vent his depression.

Now that Levi didn't look like he was going to explode at any time, Dominic turned sideways, stroked Levi's thigh with one hand and pinched his buttocks. "What's wrong with work, tormenting you like this?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Levi said, though not in a harsh tone.He leaned into Dominic's chest and planted a kiss on his collarbone. "I'd rather talk about your case. How was last night?"

"Great. You know how boring surveillance is." Dominique said, stroking Levi's back and forth as he went up and down. "This dude we were following, his wife thought he was having an affair. He told his wife he was going to his buddy's house for a Sunday night poker game, and that was true—he did go to the house, too. There were indeed a lot of old men there. After a few hours, he went straight home without going around."

Levi pushed him away, backing away enough to meet his eyes. "A game of cards? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Dominic said, and couldn't help kissing the tip of Levi's nose. "I didn't have to watch them play or anything, I was in the car the whole time."

Levy had been concerned that Dominique's compulsive gambling addiction had been induced.In fact, if Dominique was really forced to watch the game, it would be a big deal.He had to spend at least the next half night to subdue this thought.Compared with when he first entered the recovery period two years ago, his gambling addiction has not diminished by half.But none of those situations happened, and it's pointless to think about it now.

"Your old brother will show his fox tail sooner or later, just wait." Levi said.He buried his face back in Dominic's chest, and his voice was muffled. "This is Vegas."

Dominic had a flash of inspiration, thinking that this might be an opportunity to talk about whether they want to establish a one-on-one relationship.The desire to get serious about a relationship was completely foreign to him, but it was undeniable that he wanted to be serious with Levi.However, in the end, he was still too worried that Levi's inner feelings were not at the same stage as his own, so he kept silent and just hugged him quietly when the two gradually relaxed.

Last night was actually not as boring as I thought.Aubrey had a wonderful life, and as unattractive as she was, her life was astonishing and exciting, and her hours of storytelling were delightful.Plus, while the case may seem like a trivial affair, the consequences of missing it are too high to bear -- the couple's prenuptial agreement determines who gets millions of dollars.Dominique's job of helping spy on Jeffrey Rhodes may last for weeks, or at any rate catch the current one before it can be considered over.

"I've got to take a combat shower," Levi said a few minutes later.He withdrew from Dominic's arms. "I really want to invite you to take a bath together, but I don't think the bathroom can accommodate the two of us."

"It's okay, I'll go and arrange the food."

Dominic's side was closer to the bathroom, so Levi didn't get out of bed on his side and went around, and climbed directly over Dominic.There was some seemingly unnecessary contact and friction added to the action, so when Levi got out of bed, Dominic slapped him across the bare bottom.He pretended to be angry and yelled, and kicked back, but restrained his strength and only lightly rubbed against Dominic's crotch.

Dominic chuckled and got up after watching Levi walk into the bathroom.He put on his underwear and trousers, then thought about it and still didn't put on his shirt—the air conditioner was turned on to the maximum setting, and the apartment was still too hot.

With hardwood floors and large windows that let in natural light, Levi's new residence is visually spacious.This feeling is more obvious because there is no furniture.When Levy moved in with Barclay two years ago, he donated almost everything he owned, so he brought only the essentials to the apartment.

Dominique wandered into the kitchen and took out the sandwiches he had brought.He didn't mind peeling off the wrapper and eating it straight away, but Levi liked to eat it on a plate, so he rummaged through the cupboard for plates and water glasses.He didn't come here much to the apartment—he usually went to his place—and it took a while to remember where he kept his stuff.

In terms of home decoration, Levy likes contemporary artworks with clean lines and plain colors.In the small dining room next to the kitchen, there is a simple and elegant table and matching chairs, and against the wall next to it is an abruptly painted chest of drawers - a tall double door type with a pair of drawers underneath.Dominique had asked Levy why it was there, and Levy had only shrugged and said vaguely that it was too big for the small bedroom.

That's true, but this chest of drawers is also not suitable for this place, especially if there are people of Dominic's size who have to go around the table and chairs as carefully as they are doing now, and clear Levi's work clutter to one side, so that they can be kept. Go out to eat.

It should have been a trivial matter, but he had just had sex, and his mind was foggy and clumsy.Just as he was moving some documents, his elbow touched another pile of documents, and the documents were pushed to the edge of the table and faltered.Dominique swooped over to grab the documents that were about to fall to the ground, but his inertia made his center of gravity unstable and turned to one side, and hit the drawer with a "bang".

Hearing the loud noise and the clattering of several piles of documents in the cabinet, Dominic frowned.A door of the drawer flicked, then creaked open, and files and folders poured out.Dominique put the bundle of documents in his hand back on the table, and hurried to save the pile of drawers. He opened both doors for easier handling.How could he not expect it?Normal people use this kind of cabinet to store clothes, but Levi uses it to store documents——

Dominique looked up, blinked in surprise, blinked again, and opened his mouth wide.

The inside walls of the chest of drawers and the inside of the doors are plastered with crime scene images, maps, and newspaper clippings, all related to the Seven of Spades.There was the first article in the Las Vegas Review-Journal covering the case, with the lurid headline: Las Vegas serial killer on the loose; The murderer was Keith Chapman.The Las Vegas Valley map is marked with colorful pushpins, recording every known move of the killer—the man's five crime scenes, Dominic's death from Drew Barton with his meddling. The hotel where Levy was escorted, the community ballpark where they found Chapman's emotional meltdown.Everywhere you look, there are marks and notes made by Levi with his sharp handwriting.

The bottom of the chest of drawers was also full of papers, some stuffed in folders and others scattered outside.No wonder the pile of papers lost its balance when Dominique hit hard; Levy piled papers crookedly and disorganized, and some piles were much higher than others for no reason.Levy's notes on these papers were even denser.He even made tables and graphs, damn it.

Dominic knew Levi was going to pursue the case himself, even though his sheriff had ordered him not to.But this is not an ordinary investigation procedure, this is a shrine created by obsessives for the bloody case.

Dominique didn't hear much, but he felt Levi standing behind him - Levi was as quiet as a cat when he was barefoot.He turned slowly.

Levi stood a few steps away in pants and a clean short-sleeved shirt.He hugged his chest tightly, a drop of water dripped from his wet hair, and ran down one side of his cheek.He glared at Dominique as if he wanted to burn a hole in him with a powerful will.

"I didn't mean to peek," Dominique said.Levy takes privacy very seriously, and if he is not completely honest at this moment, the situation will get out of hand. "I accidentally knocked over the papers in the drawer. I was trying to keep them from falling out, but when I was saving, I saw... this."

Levi's frozen body did not relax at all. "I shouldn't have put it here, but I can't find another place to put it." I don't know if the "it" is referring to the chest of drawers, or the crazy things in it.Maybe both.

Dominic turned his head and glanced, then looked at Levi again, speechless.

"I thought you believed me and believed that 'Seven of Spades' was still at large." Levi raised his voice and said coldly.

God, Dominic really doesn't want to see Levi like this.They had known each other years before the "Seven of Spades," but had only vague impressions of each other based on overlapping professions, and it was the case that made them realize they didn't really know each other.Levi hadn't seen Dominique in months with the cold, stinging look that outsiders—people he didn't trust—had given him.He can't stand it.

"I trust you completely," he said, "and I've always believed in you. But Levi...you kind of know it's sick. How much time did you spend on it?"

"All," Levi met Dominic's gaze without flinching, "Except for work, fitness, and being with you, I will spend all the rest of my time here investigating this case."

"My God." Dominic wiped his face.When he looked up again, he saw Levi hiding further away, with his mouth open, obviously trying to kick him out. "Wait. I didn't mean to tell you what to do with your work, or what you do in your personal time. I'm just worried about you. I want to understand you—let me try."

Levi gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.He glanced elsewhere, and his alienated aura warmed up a bit. "The day after Keith committed suicide, Martin said that I didn't accept that he was the murderer, because otherwise I would never be free-he would never be able to explain to me why he specifically targeted me. What Martin said Reasonable. You and I both think that 'Seven of Spades' is very likely to know me, no matter how bad it is, he will know me." He took a trembling breath. "Every day, I wonder whether everyone I talk to, everyone I work with is a serial killer behind their backs. Maybe I look at that person every day and don't know that the other person is a serial killer. Killer, the thought of it drives me nuts. I suffer every moment, and people make fun of me, but that's not funny—”

"I know." Dominic stepped forward and put his hand on Levi's shoulder.He wanted to hug him, but he didn't know if Levi would give him a hug now. "It's terrible. I'm so sad."

For a moment, Levi stood motionless, tense and trembling.Then he sighed and leaned forward, leaning against Dominic's chest, his arms loosened by his side, and his head resting on Dominic's shoulder.Dominic circled him, hugged him tightly, and kissed the top of his head.

"Okay," he said, "let's sit down to dinner, and you can tell me what you've been doing."

As the two sat at the table eating sandwiches, Dominic kept scolding himself: How could he be so careless, how could he not realize how deep Levy was in this case?Levi had been studying this case obsessively for so many months, but he didn't realize it at all. "Seven of Spades" fled the scene without leaving a trace. He didn't know how much trouble Levi had caused-fuck, he was troubled too-but he really didn't know that Levi's eyes and hearts were occupied by anxiety .

In Levi's investigation, he repeatedly questioned all the witnesses who were even a little bit connected with the five murders, reanalyzed every bit of evidence, and reconsidered every clue.One victim, Benjamin Rose, was left in a car full of empty wine bottles—a way the killer pointed to the victim's drunken driving—and Levy contacted every liquor store in the area, searching Customers who do not buy in bulk.He obtained security access records from a crime scene to compare with lists of ex-cons in the Las Vegas Valley who thought they were doing justice and committed violent crimes.There is also the so-called secret investigation of Philip Dreyer's misappropriation of assets and fraud case. He also traced the insiders one by one, looking for clues, but finally found that this investigation was not a secret at all.

Levy even dug deep into the Wasp Gang, a street gang that was paid by the Seven of Spades to rob ketamine from several veterinary clinics in the Valley. "However, I'm 90.00% sure that's another dead end," he began after swallowing a mouthful of roast beef. "The murderer's arrangement was purely to frame Keith. I suspected from the beginning that 'Seven of Spades' came from Ketamine obtained through legal channels, I still think this is the most likely."

"How hard is that to do?" Dominique asked.

"For someone with such a brain?" Levy shrugged. "It's not too difficult. Ketamine is a legal drug, it's just regulated. As long as you can forge the corresponding documents, maybe you can get an internal joint unclog... Smart people can do this. I looked into it, but it's like As the saying goes, looking for a needle in a haystack. I'm not even sure whether the killer got the ketamine in Nevada or another state. And..."

"You don't know if this guy is still getting ketamine," Dominique finished for him.After Keith Chapman's death, Seven of Spades never committed another crime—at least not with the old modus operandi.

Levy glumly pushed the half-eaten sandwich away.Dominic almost yelled at him, but thought about it; Levi hated being forced to eat.

"These are all your current suspects?" He turned to ask, and picked up a thick stack of printed and bound Excel sheets, which listed in detail all the connections between the relevant personnel and the case.Also, he didn't know what it was about, since it included half the Vegas Police Department and a third of the District Attorney's Office.

"Yes."

Dominique frowned as he flipped through the form. "Hey, why isn't that big-mouthed brat you work with up there? Gibbs, isn't it?"

"Oh, come on," Levi snorted contemptuously. "As far as his impulsiveness is concerned, he is still a heartless young man. He doesn't even have any self-control."

"Maybe it's fake."

Levi rolled his eyes, but Dominic raised his hand before he could speak.

"I know I said that about Chapman, and I was wrong. No one can play sick for that long. But what about a character like Gibbs? That could be acting. Even for a certain kind of spirit. For perverts, it's kind of fun.

Levy frowned at Dominique's words.He bit his lower lip and stared blankly like that, obviously lost in thought.

Dominique turned back to look at the list. After 2 minutes, he said: "The new policeman you like is not on it. The one who revealed the 'Seven of Spades' to the Review."

"Kelly Malin? Be serious, Dominique."

"I'm serious." He put down the form and looked directly into Levi's eyes. "You can't rule out people based on subjective judgment. First of all, you have no clue at all. The only people who can be ruled out 100% are—"

"The guy I was in the room with when 'Seven of Spades' called me. Yeah, I know."

"Were Gibbs and Marlin there on the first call?" Dominique knew they weren't there on the second call because he was there.

"Not here." Levi covered his face with his hands and sighed unwillingly.

Dominic reached out and pulled Levi's hand away. "You're a good detective, Levy, but this case is too closely related to your personal life. Most of the people you suspect are people you work with every day. Without help, you will inevitably have things you don't think about."

"It sounds like you're going to offer to help me," Levi said.

"Of course I want to. So many things have happened, I won't pretend that it's nothing to do with me, but I'm different from you, I haven't gotten along with these people day and night, and I have no relationship." Dominique hesitated, and asked: " Do you really think I won't help you?"

"I..." Levi fiddled with the side of the sandwich he had thrown away. "No. I know you'll help me if I ask, no matter what you think about it. I'm just ashamed to keep it a secret. I can't control the 'Seven of Spades' sequence of events. My influence, I'm not happy with myself either."

Dominic understands.After all, how much had he confessed to Levi about his compulsive gambling addiction?It's just some basic details—it's not that he's worried that Levi will reject him, but that he's ashamed of his addiction and everything he's done after he committed a gambling addiction.It is painful to speak, even to the most trusted person.

"I see." He said, without further questioning. "What are you going to do next?"

"Doctor Chen."

It took Dominique a second to match the name to the person. "Chapman's psychiatrist?"

"Yeah. I've always found it suspicious that Keith was so physically unwell and she kept insisting that he was on antipsychotics. Now we know he was drugged—Dr. Why did she ignore the side effects on him? Every time Natasha came to her to report the situation, she ignored it. It is normal for psychiatrists to treat social workers like this, but it is still suspicious.”

Dominic nodded thoughtfully. "Do you have a plan?"

"Six weeks ago, I made an appointment with Dr. Chen under a pseudonym."

"What?" Dominic laughed out of surprise.That sounded like something he would do himself. "real?"

"I figured I could watch her quietly and see what kind of doctor she is and what she is. See if there's anything in there worth looking into."

Dominique imagined the scene: Levi sitting stiffly in the doctor's office, nervously pretending to be someone else.It's weird that this works. "Nobody knows what you look like, do they? Maybe I can go for you."

Levi scowled. "No reason?"

"I know you better than cheating."

"Maybe you're better at acting than I am, but—"

"'Acting' is just better than 'deceiving,'" Dominique said. "You think, this psychiatrist has treated a lot of police officers, right? If someone in your police station wants to see a psychiatrist, she will go to her immediately." There. What if a colleague sees you there?"

Levi was unmoved, and said, "How about letting them see you there? Half of the police in Las Vegas recognize you."

"That's true, but they never asked me why I went to see a psychiatrist. You are different... Your boss specifically warned you not to continue the investigation by yourself. Let old Wen know that you went to Keith Chapman's doctor, guess what?

"Uh, fuck." Levi said a little unhappy, and the weird thing is that Dominic thinks it's cute. "You've got your point. Are you sure you're going?"

"Definitely go."

"Okay. My appointment is Wednesday at one o'clock."

"I'll be there." Dominic put his hand on Levi's and said, "My 'understand' was not just a talk. I know what it's like to not be able to completely turn a thing around. Remember when Seven of Spades was running around town, how many times did you tell me to let go and I didn't take it seriously?"

"Yeah, anyway, I see it now. You've never done anything you've been told not to do. You just smile and say something nice and then do the little tricks you planned in the first place gone."

When Levi said this, he was full of pampering, his eyes were warm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.Dominic's heart beat for a while, and he turned his eyes to the plate. Because of this moment of inattention, Levi leaned over the corner of the table and caught his chin.

They rubbed their lips tenderly, and Dominic couldn't help moaning in Levi's mouth.God, he's ready for another shot.No one has ever provoked his desire so easily as Levy.

Across the room, Levi's cell phone rings, interrupting them.Levi sighed softly, pressed another kiss on Dominic's lips and got up from the table.Dominique turned his attention back to his unfinished lunch and used willpower to suppress his rapidly semi-rigid erection.

"Hi, Martin," Levi said, leaning against the countertop that separates the kitchen from the living room.He was silent for a while, his face flushed suddenly. "NO, I have not!"

Dominic grinned and hurriedly finished the rest of the sandwich.

Listening to Martin's words, Levi frowned and said, "What?!" The tone sounded shocked, but not unpleasant. "You're kidding... Well, well, of course. We'll meet there. Goodbye."

"Are you all right?" Dominique asked after he hung up.

"Martin and I took the case yesterday. It seems that the 'fairy dance' has been played off-the client died of an overdose, and his property is missing. On the surface, everything should be there. We have controlled the main suspect, and she is He was taken to the Clark County Detention Facility."

"Then?"

"Then someone just swiped the victim's credit card," Levy said.