“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Mr Turner. I’m Detective Louis Logan from the Chicago Police Department.”
“Chicago?” Jake marvelled.
“Yes, sir. May I sit down?”
“Of course,” Jake answered, pointing at one of the chairs in front of his office desk.
The lanky man sat down and adjusted his grey jacket that was worn over a multicoloured shirt. His tan hair was thinning and tied back in a neat ponytail. His full moustache reminded Jake of Burt Reynolds.
“So, I’m not going to take much of your time, I’ll just go straight to the point.”
“Ok.”
“I’m here to talk about Patrick Sawyer’s death.”
Jake was stunned. “He’s dead?”
The detective was watching him closely. “Yes, that’s what I said. Didn’t you know?”
“No.”
“Well, he died last week Thursd
The tension between Jake and Megumi extended into the next day. He’d called Fletcher the previous night to come to the mansion before the detective showed up again.“So… how far have you gone with the planning of my birthday getaway?” He asked her at breakfast.She ignored him and instead, focused on feeding James who was sitting in his highchair beside her.Jake cleared his throat and tried again. “Are we still travelling for my birthday?”“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she replied flatly. “I don’t enjoy hanging out with liars.”“You have got to be kidding,” he said in disbelief. “So, my birthday trip is cancelled?”“Did I say that?”“Ok, fine. Let’s not go anywhere then. I’ll celebrate it alone.”“Perfect.”When Fletcher showed up, Jake took him to his study to discuss the
“We’ve got a problem, Jake.”His ears perked up immediately he heard the worry in Sandra’s voice. “What is it?”“I’ve just received a heads-up from a friend about a story that is about to hit the media first thing in the morning. We’ve been discovered.”“What?”“Some nosey paparazzi caught us leaving that Malibu resort together yesterday.”“Aw, shit!”“My friend just let me know as a courtesy but there’s nothing we can do to stop the story. It’s going live in a few hours.”“Damn it! We’ve been very careful this entire time.”“I know but I guess we got sloppy this time. Our disguise wasn’t good enough I guess.”“What do we do now?”“Prepare for impact. That’s all we can do.”“You’re taking this rather calmly.&rdqu
“My phone has been ringing off the hook all morning. Photos of you and that shameless bitch have been making the rounds all over social media and beyond.”“I’m sorry about that, Meg,” Jake replied tiredly and sank onto a nearby sofa.“Where did you spend the night? Were you with her again?”“Hell, no! I was at the office.”“I didn’t even know when you left the house. Why didn’t you come back home?”“Because I was on the phone with Orlando’s boys. I wanted them to get me everything they could find on Sandra.”“Why?”“Because it turns out that she has been running an undercover operation with the CIA to spy on me.”“What?”“It gets worse.”“What’s worse than being spied on by the CIA?”“She’s been meeting with Rex in prison.”
“What the fuck?” Jake whispered in awe as he stared at his former bodyguard who had been pronounced dead in Jersey more than a year ago.He’d grown his hair out, gotten rid of his tattoos and was less muscular than Jake remembered. His skin had even lost its usual tan.“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” said Barry/Orlando.“How are you still alive?”“Because I never died. Come on, let’s get out of here. The noise is starting to do my head in.”He walked past Jake into the games arcade, leading him past a labyrinth of gaming machines that are manned by enthusiastic gamers. They passed through a door that led to the parking lot of the bowling alley.“Where are we going?” Jake asked.“My crib,” Barry answered. “It’s a short walk from here.”“Ok,” Jake said and fell in stride beside his host. He wondered if
Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself, Jake sent Darius and Vaughn to the location that Dono provided as the address of the anonymous blogger.To his disappointment, they returned with feedback that the place was a small coffee shop that opened only three times a week.“Anybody can go there to do whatever they want and leave once they’re done,” Darius said. “It’s not a credible location. It’s a dead end.”“Are you sure the person that gave you the address wasn’t just guessing?” Vaughn asked."I don't think so,” Jake replied. “As you already pointed out, the location is a hub for everyone to eat and work and then return to their bases.”“So, what do we do now?”“Don’t worry. I’m sure there’ll be another opportunity to catch the culprit.”This turn of events made Jake even more suspicious than ever. What
Jake was silent on the trip back to Hawaii. Tessa Barnes had made him an offer that seemed like a deal between the devil and the deep sea.He was troubled and restless at the same time. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t even confide in anyone. Not when he’d been told that the real enemy was someone close to him.Instead of going home, he asked to be driven to his office. He needed some time to think carefully about his situation before he made his move.“Only three people know about what happened in the Bahamas,” he thought aloud. “Dono, Barry and Megumi. Which one of them is trying to sell me out and why?”His phone rang. It was Sandra calling him.“How did it go?” She asked curiously.“Not so well. I have been given a task that is nearly impossible to perform,” he said cautiously.He had to choose his words wisely because he knew Barry was privy to all of his ph
“I’m not a magician.”“I know. However, with a skill like yours, I do not doubt that you can carry out my request successfully. Just name your price.”“Well… I was under the impression that you wanted to find someone.”“Yes. That was my initial plan but I think this new idea is much better.”“Look, I find people. I don’t make them disappear.”“Same difference. If you can find people who don’t want to be found, you can as well make someone vanish into thin air too.”“Even if I could do that, don’t you think I might be in trouble afterwards?”“How?”“Who knows you’re here?”“My COO and his brother-in-law who contacted you.”“You see? If I make you disappear tonight, the trail will lead back to me. That’s not how it’s done. You should vanish wit
The news of Jake Turner’s sudden death sent shock waves throughout the country. Nobody had seen it coming, perhaps, not even him.The police began investigating the suspicious explosion that incinerated the Underdog Billionaire in his opulent residence. Everyone was a suspect including his newly widowed wife.“Why am I being interrogated?” Megumi wailed when the police detective showed up at the mansion yet again to question her about her husband’s untimely death.“As we have stated before, everyone is a suspect in this investigation,” one of the policemen explained calmly. “this is merely a routine process to rule out the possibility of your involvement in your husband’s murder.”“Are you kidding? Why would I want him dead?”“That’s exactly what we want to find out,” the second detective said patiently.“I don’t understand. Even if I wanted my hu