circled around his desk and plopped himself on the chair.
Rob sat across him, glancing at color-coded folders, noticing how his desk was polished like his shoes.
Stanley smirked. “I know, I know. I suffer from OCD, but take my condition to your advantage since I will ensure I produce quality work with the investigation.”
"I trust my father, and I know you won't let me down.”
“Thank you. Anyway, here’s what I gathered.” He handed folders to Rob. “There have been five reported missing women in Manhattan during the past year. Dana is the fifth one and Stacy the sixth.”
Rob breezed through the documents. “How do we know they’re related to Dana’s case?”
“The women are all between twenty-eight and twenty-nine years old except for Stacy.”
Rob paused. “Wait a minute. Dana just turned thirty.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, December fifteen.”
“Hmm.” Stanley grabbed his red pen and marked his notes.
“And what does this have to do with Stacy? I assume she’s much younger than these women.”
Stanley leaned forward. “That’s what I need to investigate. The judge granted a search warrant, and they didn’t find anything suspicious at her parent’s house. They’re simple Russian immigrants who speak very little English.”
Rob stomped his feet. “They’re hiding something. I can feel it. Did you check the café?”
“Rob, I have to warn you to be careful. You can’t assume anything based on feelings. Right now, the media is pinning you down and you have to maintain a low profile.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“I hate to say this, but I believe it would be best that you don't stay at your loft. I can set you up at a motel in Brooklyn.”
“What about my projects?”
“It will only be temporary. And don’t do anything stupid.”
***
FBI Agents Felicia and Kerry sat on the benches across Central park, each chewing a hot dog. Kerry watched tourists, joggers and executives passing through the park.
“Something tells me this kidnapping is personal. Six attractive blonds. What do you make out of that?” Felicia asked.
"One Puerto Rican." He wiped mustard from his lips. “Tell me what your theory is.”
“The person doesn’t seem like he picked this women at random. The perpetrator must have studied every move, their routines, where they go. I think the Puerto Rican lady was to divert our attention from the criminal's patterns. My hunch tells me that this criminal doesn't work alone.”
“Possible.”
“The only thing that puzzles me is that Dana Simmons turned thirty recently. Why didn’t her captor take her before then?”
Kerry faced her. “You have a point there. Detective Schultz informed me that her friend Rob said her father just died.”
“Ah.” Felicia gave a sharp jerk of a nod. “Do you think that guy Rob has anything to do with this?”
Kerry pursed his lips. “I don’t know. He knew both Dana and Stacy.”
She threw a pebble on the ground. “I believe Rob has nothing to do with their case. He came to the police to find his friend, and when they shrugged him off, he sought answers for himself, which led to Stacy’s disappearance.”
“But that could be his cover up.”
“He might have a list of women who have modeled for him and that should give us clues in case this person targets another woman again.”
“Felicia, tell me again why I need you?”
She poked him. “Wake up. We’ve got work to do.”
Chapter 10
Muffled cries filtered from the other room. Dana failed to open the locked door. The weeping grew deafening. She leaned her ears against the wall and heard Skully, her mother, and two, no three, no four women screaming. What is happening out there?
“If you guys don’t shut the fuck up,” Skully yelled, “I will sink your head inside the toilet and leave you there.”
Silence descended, and Dana dashed back to her bed in case Skully came. Questions plagued her. Why was she here? Who were these women, and what would
Rob sat across him, glancing at color-coded folders, noticing how his desk was polished like his shoes.
Stanley smirked. “I know, I know. I suffer from OCD, but take my condition to your advantage since I will ensure I produce quality work with the investigation.”
"I trust my father, and I know you won't let me down.”
“Thank you. Anyway, here’s what I gathered.” He handed folders to Rob. “There have been five reported missing women in Manhattan during the past year. Dana is the fifth one and Stacy the sixth.”
Rob breezed through the documents. “How do we know they’re related to Dana’s case?”
“The women are all between twenty-eight and twenty-nine years old except for Stacy.”
Rob paused. “Wait a minute. Dana just turned thirty.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, December fifteen.”
“Hmm.” Stanley grabbed his red pen and marked his notes.
“And what does this have to do with Stacy? I assume she’s much younger than these women.”
Stanley leaned forward. “That’s what I need to investigate. The judge granted a search warrant, and they didn’t find anything suspicious at her parent’s house. They’re simple Russian immigrants who speak very little English.”
Rob stomped his feet. “They’re hiding something. I can feel it. Did you check the café?”
“Rob, I have to warn you to be careful. You can’t assume anything based on feelings. Right now, the media is pinning you down and you have to maintain a low profile.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“I hate to say this, but I believe it would be best that you don't stay at your loft. I can set you up at a motel in Brooklyn.”
“What about my projects?”
“It will only be temporary. And don’t do anything stupid.”
***
FBI Agents Felicia and Kerry sat on the benches across Central park, each chewing a hot dog. Kerry watched tourists, joggers and executives passing through the park.
“Something tells me this kidnapping is personal. Six attractive blonds. What do you make out of that?” Felicia asked.
"One Puerto Rican." He wiped mustard from his lips. “Tell me what your theory is.”
“The person doesn’t seem like he picked this women at random. The perpetrator must have studied every move, their routines, where they go. I think the Puerto Rican lady was to divert our attention from the criminal's patterns. My hunch tells me that this criminal doesn't work alone.”
“Possible.”
“The only thing that puzzles me is that Dana Simmons turned thirty recently. Why didn’t her captor take her before then?”
Kerry faced her. “You have a point there. Detective Schultz informed me that her friend Rob said her father just died.”
“Ah.” Felicia gave a sharp jerk of a nod. “Do you think that guy Rob has anything to do with this?”
Kerry pursed his lips. “I don’t know. He knew both Dana and Stacy.”
She threw a pebble on the ground. “I believe Rob has nothing to do with their case. He came to the police to find his friend, and when they shrugged him off, he sought answers for himself, which led to Stacy’s disappearance.”
“But that could be his cover up.”
“He might have a list of women who have modeled for him and that should give us clues in case this person targets another woman again.”
“Felicia, tell me again why I need you?”
She poked him. “Wake up. We’ve got work to do.”
Chapter 10
Muffled cries filtered from the other room. Dana failed to open the locked door. The weeping grew deafening. She leaned her ears against the wall and heard Skully, her mother, and two, no three, no four women screaming. What is happening out there?
“If you guys don’t shut the fuck up,” Skully yelled, “I will sink your head inside the toilet and leave you there.”
Silence descended, and Dana dashed back to her bed in case Skully came. Questions plagued her. Why was she here? Who were these women, and what would
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