worth an extra $20,000 to me if I can get this thing resolved by the end of the week. That’s when the SEC is doing a follow up interview with me.”
This perked Giovanni’s interest. Twenty grand was four times his monthly retainer. This must be important.
“So boss, what’s the urgency?” Giovanni pressed again. He wanted to know.
“I’m being blackmailed, Gi. It’s that simple. I met this chick on the highway a week ago. I helped her out. She invited me over for dinner. We had a bunch of drinks. And then we screwed. Somebody must have been filming it. I got some photos in the mail the other day with the demand for $100,000 ransom for the pictures. The note said if I didn’t pay they would go public.”
Giovanni knew exactly what Hans was going through. “Look, Boss, I was blackmailed in the past. But because I take care of my own business–, you know me--- that blackmailer ended up in a shallow grave in a desert between LA and Bakersfield. That was six years ago. They still haven’t found the body. I’ve got your back.”
“Ok. Let me know when you find them.”
Giovanni put the phone closer to his mouth and whispered. “It won’t take long.”
Carlotta dropped down between Giovanni’s legs as he hung up.
It didn’t take long either.
But finding Randy and Charlene was another matter altogether.
Chapter 10
Jeff Dawson showered and changed in less than five minutes. He then drove his black Mercedes South on Pacific Coast Highway towards LAX to pick up his flight attendant wife who was coming in from a week’s long trip. As he drove, he checked the flight schedules and gate arrival information on his smartphone. Fortunately, for him, Sherry’s plane was running about 15 minutes behind schedule. She was now scheduled to arrive at 6:30 AM giving him plenty of time to get there. Traffic was light on PCH, but when Jeff hit the 90 freeway, it stopped cold. A motorcycle rider splitting lanes had collided with a Mexican gardener’s pickup. The entry to the freeway was backed up all the way to the California incline. As he passed the scene, Jeff saw the broken bits of bike strewn on the highway like yard sale leading to the rider who was face down on the pavement. It must have happened only moments earlier because the paramedics hadn’t even arrived yet.
“Damn it. I don’t need this,” Jeff cursed under his breath while he moved forward at a snail’s pace. Once past the scene of the accident, however, traffic began moving again and he was able to get into the far right lane and merge onto the 405 and make up some time. It was now 6:15 AM. No way was he going to make the final stretch in 15 minutes. His wife could be such a bitch when he was late and this early in the morning, he was in no mood to hear it. He reached for his cell phone and voice messaged her. “Sherry. Hey honey (with hidden sarcasm), I’m on my way. There was an accident on the 90 freeway. I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes. Love you baby (sarcasm thick this time)!”
He didn’t actually love her, but he did like the sex and the fact that she made money and wasn’t too expensive to be around made her tolerable. He also liked the fact she couldn’t have kids. He never wanted kids in the first place which is why he married her. The fact that she was a flight attendant and gone more than she was at home also had its benefits. She would be gone three to four days out of the week giving him plenty of time for his extracurricular activities, of which there were many.
In the past six months, he had succumbed to his inner demons, which required blood on a regular basis. Each time he had sex with a younger stranger and then felt his knife sink into her throat and watch her as she struggled to breathe her last breath, it was a relief and he felt such exhilaration for a short time.
Each knife thrust was getting back at his stepmother, Alicia.
Jeff wasn’t a born sociopath.
He was turned into one by his
This perked Giovanni’s interest. Twenty grand was four times his monthly retainer. This must be important.
“So boss, what’s the urgency?” Giovanni pressed again. He wanted to know.
“I’m being blackmailed, Gi. It’s that simple. I met this chick on the highway a week ago. I helped her out. She invited me over for dinner. We had a bunch of drinks. And then we screwed. Somebody must have been filming it. I got some photos in the mail the other day with the demand for $100,000 ransom for the pictures. The note said if I didn’t pay they would go public.”
Giovanni knew exactly what Hans was going through. “Look, Boss, I was blackmailed in the past. But because I take care of my own business–, you know me--- that blackmailer ended up in a shallow grave in a desert between LA and Bakersfield. That was six years ago. They still haven’t found the body. I’ve got your back.”
“Ok. Let me know when you find them.”
Giovanni put the phone closer to his mouth and whispered. “It won’t take long.”
Carlotta dropped down between Giovanni’s legs as he hung up.
It didn’t take long either.
But finding Randy and Charlene was another matter altogether.
Chapter 10
Jeff Dawson showered and changed in less than five minutes. He then drove his black Mercedes South on Pacific Coast Highway towards LAX to pick up his flight attendant wife who was coming in from a week’s long trip. As he drove, he checked the flight schedules and gate arrival information on his smartphone. Fortunately, for him, Sherry’s plane was running about 15 minutes behind schedule. She was now scheduled to arrive at 6:30 AM giving him plenty of time to get there. Traffic was light on PCH, but when Jeff hit the 90 freeway, it stopped cold. A motorcycle rider splitting lanes had collided with a Mexican gardener’s pickup. The entry to the freeway was backed up all the way to the California incline. As he passed the scene, Jeff saw the broken bits of bike strewn on the highway like yard sale leading to the rider who was face down on the pavement. It must have happened only moments earlier because the paramedics hadn’t even arrived yet.
“Damn it. I don’t need this,” Jeff cursed under his breath while he moved forward at a snail’s pace. Once past the scene of the accident, however, traffic began moving again and he was able to get into the far right lane and merge onto the 405 and make up some time. It was now 6:15 AM. No way was he going to make the final stretch in 15 minutes. His wife could be such a bitch when he was late and this early in the morning, he was in no mood to hear it. He reached for his cell phone and voice messaged her. “Sherry. Hey honey (with hidden sarcasm), I’m on my way. There was an accident on the 90 freeway. I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes. Love you baby (sarcasm thick this time)!”
He didn’t actually love her, but he did like the sex and the fact that she made money and wasn’t too expensive to be around made her tolerable. He also liked the fact she couldn’t have kids. He never wanted kids in the first place which is why he married her. The fact that she was a flight attendant and gone more than she was at home also had its benefits. She would be gone three to four days out of the week giving him plenty of time for his extracurricular activities, of which there were many.
In the past six months, he had succumbed to his inner demons, which required blood on a regular basis. Each time he had sex with a younger stranger and then felt his knife sink into her throat and watch her as she struggled to breathe her last breath, it was a relief and he felt such exhilaration for a short time.
Each knife thrust was getting back at his stepmother, Alicia.
Jeff wasn’t a born sociopath.
He was turned into one by his
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