[Chapter 1] - Queen of Spades Island
It didn't take long for the two men to put their clothes back on after fucking Tabitha in her husband's bed. One of the men turned to Chance, Bob's shemale girlfriend, to get her attention while she was still fucking Tabitha.
"We gotta go! We are gonna be late."
At that moment, Chance released her seed into Tabitha, who also had her orgasm with her shemale lover at the same time. Tabitha collapsed near her husband, who had passed out from the sleeping agent. Knowing what was going to happen to him, she smiled wickedly.
A few seconds later, the men picked up Bob, lifted him, and dragged him outside. She followed, but not before turning to Chance, who was lying on the bed, stroking her cock.
"I hope to see you again soon!" Tabitha said.
Goodbye, hun; I am sure we will meet again. Please take care of Bobby for me!" Chance smirked evilly.
The men got Bob into the limo without anyone seeing them. There was still a strong odor of weed in the car. With the four of them in the limo, Tabitha sat next to her passed-out husband and the limo took off.
As the limo took off, one of the black men called the plane on his cell phone to let them know they were on their way. The ride to the small private airport was uneventful and short. Tabitha still glowed after her sexual encounter with the two black men and the shemale. Once the limo stopped next to the waiting small plane, she was roused from her sleep.
After getting out of the limo, the men picked up the limp sleeping Bob and took him into the plane. Next, Tabitha sat opposite her husband on the plane.
"Ok, we're good to go," announced the pilot to his passengers. After that, he said, "We will stop at Miami for our first refueling, and then at Columbia for our second refueling. It will be a long flight, so get comfortable."
Initially, Tabitha wondered why it would take so long, but then she remembered where the island was. According to her mistress, the island lies west of Ecuador. This will be a lengthy trip. Taking one of the pillows and blankets, she made herself comfortable and soon fell asleep.
"I don't care how much it cost! I need you to find my daughter!" James Robinson said to the private investigator.
"Pam is still alive, and her miserable husband knows what happened to her!"
Pam's mother, Michelle, added, "Do you have any information on what may have happened?"
"Unfortunately, I do not have more information to share with you this week; however, I will be going back to Bob's apartment as soon as I finish here," Kevin replied.
Michelle smiled faintly, and James gave a satisfied look.
Pam's parents hired a private investigator after the police told them they couldn't charge Bob since they had no evidence other than lying to charge him. As a result, James decided to hire a private investigator to help the police uncover any information or clues about the whereabouts of his eldest daughter.
Michelle and James had two daughters, Pam and Laura. The oldest of the two was Pam, who was seven years older than Laura. There are some similarities between Laura and Pam, however, Laura was thinner and wore modest makeup and styled her hair. Despite being 28 years old, Laura has not been married yet. After graduating college, she worked at a hospice facility outside of Minneapolis as a nurse. She has had several relationships, but they have all ended within a year. Jason Miles, her current boyfriend, has been with her the longest. She feels that he could be the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Laura and Jason should have been married by now, but the missing sister issue has affected their relationship. Laura has been affected greatly by this, and Jason stood by her. Since he truly loves her, he can wait.
The mother of Pam and Laura is Michelle, a former model who was a finalist in Miss Minnesota. As an attractive woman, her cheerleading at high school laid the foundation for her modeling career. As soon as she met James, she quit modeling, even though it didn't pay well, and focused on being a stay-at-home mom for her two daughters. Grays are beginning to appear on her naturally dark blonde hair. Even after so many years, she still has an impressive figure because she knows how to take good care of herself.
In the St. Paul area, James the patriarch ran a successful car dealership business. Having taught his two daughters the importance of hard work and using your brain, he was proud of how he raised them. James has been psychologically damaged by Pam's disappearance. Even though he is still a hardened businessman, losing his daughter has hurt him like no other could. In his heart, he knows that Pam's husband Bob is responsible for her disappearance. Several scenarios play out in his head; Did Bob harm her in some way? Is she a victim of abduction? For what purpose? When he thinks about that, he shudders.
The only thing James knows is that she didn't go to Ireland as she and Bob suggested. Upon discovering that something was wrong, he had the police check the flights and found that she had never boarded the plane from New York to Dublin. This is where the investigation hits a brick wall. Investigators checked the security footage throughout the sprawling airport once they discovered that she had indeed arrived in New York and had not boarded the plane to Dublin. There, they discovered that the footage of that day had been corrupted and could not be recovered. James was not completely convinced by the police's claim that this was an honest mistake on the part of the airport security team.
As a result, James hired Kevin Bell of Bell Investigations as a private investigator. It was told to James that Kevin Bell was the best investigator in the state. Police used his help to uncover several missing person investigations. When Kevin gave James a list of references from some clients, one of them told him Kevin was half Indian, half bloodhound. Finding people is something he is good at.
Because Kevin finds this case so bizarre, he is motivated to solve it. It might be because of this that he is so successful in what he does, James thought to himself. Regardless of whether he has any news or leads, Kevin provides the Robinsons with weekly updates. As if it were his child, he felt it was important for him to demonstrate his concern.
Over the past few weeks, Kevin has been keeping an eye on Bob Myerson. Pam's husband has been living with another woman in his apartment for several months, and he rarely sees Bob leave the building. Kevin does not have the time or resources to monitor him 24/7, so he stakes out for a few hours on different days.
Kevin left Robinson's house to go to Bob's. As he did last time, he parked his older dark sedan across the street, which gave him a great view of the small apartment complex. It was a relief to find that the space was available today. Parking on the street was full of parked cars last week, and the view wasn't great. It may be due to the time of day on the weekend. Fortunately, today he could park his car in an ideal location and observe the activity from the apartment.
Despite the cooler weather in April, today was still very pleasant. The weather was warm enough for him to roll down the window of his car but cold enough for him to wear a light jacket. Kevin wears his Vikings sweatshirt. The radio was on and some classic rock was being played at a low volume so that he would not be distracted from his primary mission. The 38-year-old is a huge fan of older music from the 90s and 80s. Compared to those eras, he felt today's music is awful. Kevin was a single man who had no plans to get married. Not yet, at least. When he is not working, Kevin hangs out with plenty of friends every weekend. Taking jogs around his neighborhood keeps him in great shape since he is a gym rat. The thick main of his light brown hair has not receded yet and he is thankful he is not balding like his father.
A familiar tune was playing on the radio when something out of the ordinary happened about an hour into the stakeout. In response, Kevin stopped humming and quickly grabbed his binoculars from the passenger seat to take a closer look. In front of the apartment complex, a black limo pulled up.
"Hmm, this is interesting," Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin saw the rear car door of the limo open on the opposite side. His first observation was a cloud of smoke as the door opened. Kevin saw a blonde woman wearing a fur coat and dressed slutty. In his opinion, she is probably an expensive hooker ready to meet her client. A pair of black men emerged from the front doors of the limo car at the same time. The focus of Kevin's attention was on the men. The two black men wore non-descript clothing, long sleeve shirts, but no jackets or coats.
A large dark duffle bag and a rope over the shoulder of one of them attracted Kevin's attention. As the men talked with the woman, they headed into the apartment.
Astonished by what he saw, Kevin tried to make sense of what had just happened. The rope is needed for what purpose? Has someone ordered some kinky shit?
They disappeared into the apartment complex. Kevin decided to investigate the vehicle. The driver turned off the axillary power of his car and stowed the binoculars back in the passenger seat. After exiting the car, the investigator locked the vehicle behind him because the area was crime-ridden.
As he walked past the limo, he pretended to admire it as he had never seen a car like this before. His first impression of the car was the smell. There's no denying it, weed.
With the tinted windows, he couldn't see well in the car itself, so he walked toward the back to get the license plate number. As a precaution, Kevin figured he might have stumbled upon something he could give to the police if it had anything to do with his investigation or some other crime.
