Kathy Bishop called Helen Leblanc and told her she now had a name for the warrant and added I had confirmed the guesses I had made yesterday about who helped Alecia Carnaby. Helen said she'd walk the warrant over to a judge and have it ready by the time Kathy could get to her office so she could execute the warrant that very afternoon.
"Bas, do you want to go along? You and your girls have to wait outside while we make the actual arrest but once we start our search you can enter. Of course, we'll need you to look at any computers we find. You and your hackers can examine them to see if there are any what did you call them oh, tripwires. We don't know how sophisticated Susan Cordero's precautions are and she might have her computers set to delete everything if touched. We need experts on the scene." She grinned widely when the girls agreed excitedly before I could even open my mouth.
I seriously doubted any of her fears were valid, but I knew by stating this, Kathy was making a case for me and my girls to be on scene. Before we left, Kathy slipped me my 'special investigator' clip on badge and a card that fit in my wallet. "Sorry, no official ceremony or swearing-in is involved," Kathy explained with a wink. "Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise but we even got you a special thermal coffee mug with your name and title 'special investigator' engraved on the side."
Anita phoned me as I drove to Cordero's home. She had gone home directly from the Krewe offices. "Bas, I've just received a fourth text from that unknown number. I've been afraid to open any of them after the first one because I knew who sent them and suspected what they'd say. I didn't want to get any more upset than I already was. Anyway, Allie told me again I better have my nipple pierced in the first message and gave me a special order. The second text demanded a picture of my new ring. The third said that for failure to obey, she now wanted the second nipple pierced as well. The fourth called me a dumb cunt and said three of the videos were going to be released if I did not answer her within ten minutes. I would learn she was serious and I could decide if I want to obey in the future or suffer." I told her not to worry about that.
"Not worry? I'm about to piss myself! Her language! Her demands! What if she has other ways to upload those videos? Should I contact her and try to stall?" Anita asked. I could tell the confident and relieved woman I'd left an hour before was once again ready to submissively capitulate, call Allie and grovel.
I asked her if she'd told Larry about the messages and ask for his input. "He's no damn help! He told me I have two choices, let you take care of it like we agreed or panic and get my tits pierced. Then he said if I get pierced, I'd keep rings in them for at least six months to teach me a lesson. I decided to call you to see what you suggested."
I had the call on Bluetooth speaker so we could all listen. I glanced at Kat and Lori who barely kept their laughter under control. They both appeared to want to shout out a few suggestions themselves. "Well, I suggest you follow Larry's advice," I said I was in traffic and cut the call short. I had neither the time nor the inclination to try to relieve the woman's fears any more. My girls' snickers turned into full-blown laughter when I terminated the call.
As we followed Kathy and her fellow detectives to Sue Cordero's office which was conveniently located in her home, Kat brought up an issue. "I've been thinking, Boss," she said. "This Cordero woman could have her own clone site with copies of all the video files ready to be released. You know a mirror site of the one on the Krewe's website. It would be the perfect way for Candi or Allie to release videos even if they are denied access to a computer. You said this woman is like a total toady. All she'd have to do is wait for the command to go. She has to know Candi and the others have been enslaved so you can bet she is ready to rock." I had to agree.
"Good thinking!" I praised her. "That's why I pay you the big bucks!" She giggled.
"I haven't seen any money yet, Boss, but I still feel the tingle in my pussy from playing with you and Lenore last night and this morning. And Lori was grinning so much this morning one of the other grad students asked her what was up." Kat laughed.
"Yeah, I SO wanted to tell her nothing is up right now, but this morning, I had my owner's cock up my pussy pounding away!" Lori giggled. I loved it that my girls were thrilled at the prospect of being used sexually.
"The way I remember it was you were riding me like you were in the Pony Express," I said in return.
"Well, that's what you get for waking up next to me with morning wood. I had to move quick before Kat climbed on first," Lori said.
The girls had spent the night with Lenore and me. I was going to send to them to their room after I laid back exhausted from sucking and fucking both of them, but Lenore was not finished and the girls seemed insatiable. I woke up to pee in the middle of night with the four of us still in the bed, limbs all intertwined. The next time I woke, Lori was astride me humping away. The movement woke Lenore who pulled Kat into the sixty-nine position.
Neither girl bothered to get dressed when they left to get ready for breakfast. "Hell, No!" Kat had giggled. "I hope we are seen. Bragging rights!"
We sat in front of Sue Cordero's small house with the doors of my car open for ten minutes before Kathy came to the door to wave us inside. I took the time to check out the area. The small house was situated less than a mile from my own home and a little closer to the college campus in an older neighborhood. A ten-year-old sedan sat under the carport of the small brick home surrounded by a lawn of closely mowed weeds. I imagined the several now bare flower beds had once been full of brightly colored annuals. The yellow house could certainly use a fresh coat of paint.
The first thing I saw upon entering was a bewildered and distraught Sue Cordero sitting handcuffed on the sofa with an officer. That sofa, a recliner, and a small coffee table filled the tiny living area. I could see through to the dining/kitchen area. From my vantage point all I could observe was a large coffee pot and microwave on an otherwise bare Formica counter and a square kitchen table with three straight-back wooden chairs. I did not see a dish in sight. The air smelt fresh and clean and I noticed aside from a small stack of computer magazines on a tiny side table in one corner, there was no clutter at all. The carpet had been recently vacuumed. Cordero lived a neat but Spartan lifestyle.
Kathy led us past Sue into the back of the small two-bedroom house past the master bedroom. The second bedroom had been converted into a computer room/office. A large monitor sat in the corner of the 'L' formed by two long folding tables placed perpendicular to each other serving as a desk. On each side of the main monitor was a smaller monitor. A keyboard was positioned in front of the monitors. On one end of the table sat Sue's main computer with a secondary tower. The other end, papers covered with notes. This was a typical poor programmer's arrangement, cheap yet efficient.
A lone file cabinet and large shelving unit with computer equipment filled the rest of the tiny room. Two detectives busied themselves examining the contents of one of the file cabinet's drawers. The only nice piece of furniture was the ergonomic desk chair. Kathy waved us towards the desk. "Do your thing," she said.
Kat went to the kitchen for a chair from the small dining table, asking if I wanted one. I shook my head as there was barely room for the one she needed. I set my girls to work. We'd discussed what we were looking for and they were actually better prepared for the task than I was.
I followed Kathy back out front and sat down next to Sue Cordero. Upset, she looked years older than the thirty I knew her to be. Her dark hair was nicely styled and came down to her shoulders. She wore no makeup and behind the tears I could tell she had good, clear, fair complected skin. She was pretty but would not be called beautiful. If I was to describe her to somebody, I would say the pretty geek girl next door. She did not look so pretty right now with red-rimmed eyes, red nose, and tear-stained face.
"Not that my girls need it, but would you like to save us some time and tell me if you set your computer to do something stupid like upload files to the net or reformat itself if touched the wrong way?" I asked. Her totally baffled expression gave me the answer I'd hoped for. She'd had no clue she was at risk of anybody messing with her equipment. But she was smart. He expression changed and she said, "Lawyer."
"Okay. That's fine. Don't talk." I looked at Kathy and said, "I know you explained her rights. Have you called a lawyer for her?" Kathy shook her head and said she would after we took her to the station for booking. I turned back to Cordero. "I know some damn good lawyers myself. Lou Player, who you know from the Krewe, is the one I use for most of my own legal matters. I think she could represent you even though she knows me well. You don't want to call Larry Orville, not since his wife is one of your victims." The word victim got her attention. She looked puzzled for a second, then frowned, but did not offer a comment.
"Lisa Townsend is another good choice. I've never used her services, but I like her. She's sold me some of my girls, including the two girls who are looking at your computer right now. They were enslaved for hacking. You might have heard about their case when it was in the news not long ago. They hacked those high dollar electric cars at the dealership downtown. The guys with them panicked and crashed the cars. They work for me now." I had her full attention. "Oh, I did not introduce myself. My name is Bas Landry."
Many might not recognize my face, but most computer geeks knew my name and history. Sue was no exception. "Really? You are Bas Landry, not a cop?" I told her 'really'. She looked down at the 'Special Investigator' identification I wore on my shirt.
