17
Lis looked out at the early morning light as the rain fell against the apartment window. The color was a deep grey and the rain somehow made the room feel colder. She shifted her legs together to combat the imagined chill. The movement caused her partner to stir. The large black man rolled over and slid an arm over the blonde's shoulder. Lis turned and faced the man and opened her mouth when he kissed her. Despite the man's corpulent body it had been a good night. Joseph Dakay, Executive VP at the city's largest insurance brokerage was a good lover and she had enjoyed being with him. Unlike so many of the other men she had gotten to know in her new profession Joe was more than a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of guy. He took his time and made her feel good, real good.
"You know it's one o'clock babe." The dark skinned 55 year old man told her.
"Yea I know. I'm sorry I've got to go so early this time. I've got to be at the office." Lis replied as she reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed.
Lis had let only two of her clients in on her alter ego, Robert whom she was now seeing at least several times a month and Joe a less frequent client. She had learned that she could trust Robert besides he didn't even live in the country. She saw him during his frequent visits to the cities. As for Joe the reasoning was easy. He was her former boyfriend, D. J.'s boss. One of the things Lis had feared most had happened. One of her clients had turned out to be someone she had known from her other life. Luckily for her Joe Dakay was fine with the arrangement and why not? Lis was no longer seeing his underling and he was more than happy to slide his veiny black dick into the gorgeous white girl that he had so longed to fuck while she had been dating D. J. When Lis found that Joe was willing to play along she was more than happy to comply with all his sexual demands.
Lis had the doorman hail a cab for her while she waited in the opulent lobby of Dakay's apartment building. She was going to see Robert later in the week and she wanted to put the squeeze on him to introduce her to his friend Carl. Robert had been Lis' client for almost two months and she felt she could push him into taking her on a trip to Jamaica. It was an aggressive move but other than the feeling in her gut and the few leads she had developed over the last few weeks she was no closer to finding out who killed Cameron Sedgewick.
18
Corrina Everlund sat behind her desk in her office. As far as offices went it was typical government fare. It was smallish with older trim that made the office look antique and slightly decrepit at the same time. Her desk was made of wood but very plain. It was covered with folders filled with paperwork, the result of practically no paralegal help. If a victim of crime ever wanted to find out why they may have not received the justice they felt they so richly deserved all they had to do was visit Prosecutor Everlund's office. She was probably one of the smartest and most mentally agile attorneys in the city but her expertise did little against law firms with huge staffs and endless resources when she had so few assets at her side. Even a lone Navy SEAL stood little chance against an entire army. Still Everlund succeeded more than most and she had earned the respect of every lawyer in the city.
The one unique perk Corinna had over all the private attorneys in the city was the view from her office. She stood and turned toward the large plate glass window that overlooked the courtyard that separated the government building that housed the District Attorney's offices and police headquarters from the city's huge courthouse. It was an unobstructed view of American justice at work. Every police officer protecting the people of the city, the criminals caught by those cops, and the attorneys that defended them passed beneath Corinna Everlund everyday on their way to the courthouse. After what she had just done looking out at the spectacle below didn't make Corinna feel any better. She had thought it was all behind her but she had been wrong. Maybe it would never end.
"Corinna, you have an appointment with Attorney Jones regarding the Vassal Bank robbery in 15 minutes. He's representing a defendant Hank Foster. Do you still have to go to the basement offices? I can tell Attorney Jones you'll be late." Harriet Murray, the one secretary for four of the twelve assistant district attorneys, rang in over the intercom.
"No Harriet. I'm back." Corinna Everlund broke out of a somber daze to answer her assistant.
19
Chester Bain took the exit for Route 309 off of the Route 22 highway just west of Allentown Pa. The drive through western New Jersey had been pleasant. Despite a disparaging reputation for the most part the Garden State was actually quite nice. Bain loved the Jersey shore and vacationed down there often. The rolling hills of the western part of the state were a revelation to the 45 yr old black man. Surprisingly things got slightly ugly again when he entered Pennsylvania and drove through Easton and then into Bethlehem. They were once thriving factory towns that had since gone downhill along with the rest of the country's manufacturing base. While the transplanted Brit could see plenty of handsome countryside along the way the past had left its scars. It was only when he reached the more suburban city of Allentown that the peaceful journey returned. By the time Chester Bain got to the western end of the city on the highway did he see how beautiful the area could be. He got off of 22 west and headed south on 309 and then jumped off the highway and headed west on Hamilton Boulevard. It was the main artery of Allentown but Chester headed west into Trexlertown, a small town that was mostly surrounded by farms. After a few miles Chester found what he was looking for. The small café was located just north of the corner of Hamilton Boulevard and Route 100, a main road that ran north and south for miles through several Pennsylvania towns.
Chester saw her as he was parking his Mercedes Benz. After not seeing her for over a year Chester found Ellie Kreegal as beautiful as she had been when she worked for him. He got out of his car and walked towards her from across the street. The short haired brunette was clearing some tables in the front of the small restaurant she had started some months ago. He could see through the large window that she was alone in the restaurant. It was four in the afternoon and between lunch and dinner which was perfect for Chester. He was hoping to be able to spend a few minutes talking with his former call girl. She didn't see him as he passed by the window so he was able to take a good look at her. She was in her late thirties yet was still a gorgeous woman. There wasn't a man on earth that could tell that the tall brunette wearing a light purple blouse and short jean mini skirt wiping down a window table had once proudly sported a 7" penis. She had always been one of his most popular girls. Her sexual persona and prowess in bed were absolutely incredible.
The well dressed black man walked through the door and smiled as the blue eyed woman looked up at him. Ellie Kreegal smiled when she recognized the customer but the smile was mixed with apprehension. She had no idea why her former pimp had decided to visit and more importantly how he had found her.
"Well well look what the cat dragged in. Hello Chester." Ellie kept up her smile as she put down a rag and walked towards the slim black man.
"How's it going girl?" Chester called out as he reached out and hugged the pretty white woman. As it turned out Ellie's nerves were contagious. The black man couldn't help checking out her long shapely legs in the purple high heel pumps.
"What brings you down to this far away place?" Ellie asked.
"Do I need a reason to see my favorite girl?" Chester tried to throw a little charm into the mix. It didn't work.
"Yea as a matter of fact, you probably would need a good reason to leave the city and go on a country tour." Ellie broadened her smile. Chester may have been a pimp but he had been a benevolent one. He had even thrown a going away party when Ellie had retired and moved out of the city.
"Guilty as charged. You could always read me Ellie." Chester came clean.
