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The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racism, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Part 14 - Sex, Lies, and Videotape
Wanda's head fell to her arm on the table, and she began sobbing.
"I need a moment alone with my client." Gibson Stelling said.
"You were bitching about me not waiting until after the funeral," I fired back, "and now you're using your stalling tactics?" Stelling was about to explode, so I said "You'll have your moment alone with your client. But after I tell her this."
I pulled my chair around so that I was seated at the corner of the table, and leaned over so that I was close enough to almost whisper to Wanda: "Wanda, listen to me. I know you're worried about this getting out, about this harming Carl's reputation and his discretion. I'm doing everything I can to be discreet, as well."
Your Iron Crowbar: "But Wanda, I know that there are more women, and more recordings. We have your LLC's records, and the $500 and $1000 payments, and we found the $1000 in cash in Carl's wallet at the crime scene. The perp that shot your husband took his cellphone, and searched for this gym bag but did not find it. But he didn't take Carl's wallet with all that money in it."
Your Iron Crowbar: "I know what Carl was doing:
he was a sperm donor, and he was impregnating those women by the 'natural insemination' method.
He was recording the sessions for his own protection, in case any of the women turned on him and claimed rape or something."
Your Iron Crowbar: "And I know that you were fully aware of what your husband was doing, and that you approved.
You've never once asked us about the Police's progress on your husband's murder
. Indeed, you've worked hard to avoid answering questions about it. And of course, you're very aware of the passthrough LLC that you and Carl used to make the cash deposits legal."
I pressed on: "And Wanda, we've already found the woman in that tape I just showed you, and her husband. And I don't think they were the ones that had your husband murdered because if they had been,
they would've taken back the $1000 she paid Carl to inseminate her.
"
I finished up: "That alone tells me that there are other women., and someone broke into your home and ransacked it looking for Carl's other recordings. I don't think they found what they were looking for, or they would not have attempted to break into Town Fitness Centers later that night. And they may not stop looking. They may realize what I already know... that
you
know where those recordings are... and they may come after you for that information. And I don't need to tell you what they will do to you if they get to you."
I heard Julia say in my earbud: "Carole says Wanda wants to talk about it."
Wanda finally sat back up, her tear-streaked face showing resignation, and misery. "What do you need from me?" she asked.
"Wanda, don't say anything else." her lawyer Stelling said. "I need to talk to you privately first. This policeman is bluffing you, and is close to violating your rights.."
"And what are you going to tell me?" Wanda said to him. "To not cooperate with Commander Troy? You know him and his reputation as well as I do.
He's the Iron Crowbar!
"
She turned to me and said "Okay, but I want one thing first: full immunity for myself and Ariel from prosecution for any crime involving this."
"I can't give you that." I said. "Not from
any
crime, like conspiracy or murder. But I can give you, right here and now, immunity from any charges of obstruction, lying to Police, and conspiracy to commit prostitution... which is technically what Carl was doing, however noble the reasons for it. I really am not looking to destroy you over this; you've suffered badly enough, as it is."
Wanda agreed to the deal. The legal beagle and I did the paperwork, then I brought my chair back to its normal place and said "Okay, Wanda, what are their names?"
"I don't know." Wanda said. "Carl made a point to not say any of their names."
I scratched at the imaginary itch in my ear, and heard in my earbud: "Carole says she's not lying, that she doesn't know."
"Where did you hide the videos?" I asked. Wanda told me. Carole relayed that Wanda was telling the truth...
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10:00pm, Wednesday, September 30th. Police were swarming Town Fitness Centers, well, a few of us. Me, Teresa, Julia Rodriguez, and Teddy Parker were joined by Joan Laurer and Myron Milton, who were videotaping everything we were doing. I'd also invited Cindy Ross to join us, as the majority owner of the gym. Auxiliary Detective Carole Troy stayed with Teresa, and watched everything we were doing with great interest.
We went through the main entrance to the women-only side (to the left as one faces the front of the gym in the parking lot). The side exit on the second floor, which had been jimmied open a couple of nights before, was at the end of the row of offices on the second floor, which overlooked the main floor. The walkway to those offices and the side exit were supported by rails, and one could see the bottom side from underneath.
"That's impressive." I said. "Really impressive." The underside was painted black, like the metal of the floor and the railing, but it was flush with the edges, while the walkway underside was not flush with the beam holding it up. Upon closer observation, one could make out that a wooden panel, painted black, was the reason for that flush underside.
As the cameras recorded us, Julia Rodriguez and I went up onto the inside landing of the door. Getting on our knees, we reached down and I inserted the flat end of my crowbar into the most barely visible of slats, and pried the well-fitting panel open. We both leaned our heads over the rail and looked inside, then I took one of the cameras from Myron and filmed the inside of the secret compartment inside.
"Okay, let's do this." I said. "Keep your cameras on this, guys." With that, I reached inside and pulled out a server, a full server. I handed it back to Teddy, then reached inside and grabbed one of those cloth Crown Royal bags. It was full of external hard drives, each of them at least two terabytes in storage capacity.
"Wow." said Julia. "The perp that broke in was literally standing over what they were looking for, but didn't get it."