He thought about what she had done to him and he couldn’t help himself and recreated those scenes.
Chapter 31
It was after midnight. He had completed all of his nightly duties and couldn’t wait any longer to visit with Alexis.
He opened her bedroom door and the only light in the area was the bathroom light. She wasn’t in the bathroom. He silently crept into her bedroom area. Even in the limited light he could see her pure white body lying on her back on the bed. She had the black bra and bikini panties on. She was sound asleep.
He wanted her awake, but all in good time. He was now standing beside her bed committing her image to his memory. She was gorgeous. He strained to see through the flimsy material and as his eyes adjusted her white breasts made the dark bra disappear. He wondered if his heavy breathing would wake her.
He looked at the junction of her thighs and the small material covering her special part. Once again the material seemed to disappear and he could make out the light covering of hair beneath it. He was getting excited.
Her face is what he wanted to see next. However, it was hard to remove his eyes from the beauty only inches away. He wanted to reach out and feel her body. Instead he slowly traced his eyes up across her stomach, her navel, her breasts and then her face.
At the same time he noticed her eyes were staring at him, her hand grabbed him through his pants. “That was exciting for me, and I can tell it was for you too.” She squeezed him hard.
It took his breath away. He was shocked she had been awake all this time.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come. You’re late. I almost thought you might have decided not to come. However, I can tell you are glad you did.” She was still holding him tightly. “Am I hurting you?”
He took a deep breath. “No, not really.”
She squeezed him even harder and he yelled out.
“Shush. You will wake the neighbors.” She let go of him and he took another deep breath.
“Take your clothes off,” she commanded.
He hesitated, and felt immediate pain.
“Time is a wasting. Now, take your clothes off.”
Less than a minute later he had his clothes off and more than he was standing.
He watched her quickly swing her legs over the side of the bed so they were on either side of his legs. “Did I hurt you?”
He looked down and saw her staring between his legs.
“Yes…a little.”
“Poor baby.” She leaned forward and kissed him. “Did that take the pain away?”
“No, not really.”
“What do you want Chris?” He didn’t answer her. “Do you want to see my body?”
“Yes.”
The bedside lamp went on. He felt so stark naked.
“That, is so much better.” She reached out to him with two hands and he heard his breath escape. He felt her breath against his body. “Okay, now you can leave.” She let go of him and then moved to lie on the bed.
He was crushed and just stood there.
“I said leave. Go now or I will scream.”
“You were going to show me your body.”
“I changed my mind. Now leave.”
“Please. What did I do wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I made a mistake allowing you to come in my room.”
“But, you wanted me too.”
“I can see you are upset. Touch yourself.”
He hesitated.
“You are making the same mistake. If I tell you to do something…you are to do it without thinking about it. Now, touch yourself.”
He put his hand around himself.
“If I ask you something, you also have to give me an honest response without any hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Do you like the feel of your hand?”
“Yes.”
“Very good. I’ll give you a reward.” She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and very slowly lifted it off her breasts to expose them to him. “You like?”
“Yes.”
“I can see that.
He followed her next instructions and watched her eyes follow what he was doing.
She slid back onto the bed again. “Good boy. You deserve another reward. Take my panties off.”
He reached and started to take them off in a rush.
“No. I want you to take them off without your hands.”
He tried to remove them as instructed, but she purposely made it difficult for him. Her scent was intoxicating.
“Yes, there’s another surprise.” She reached for him. “Remove it the same way.”
He realized he never had control of this meeting, but if he had, he would have lost it at this point.
Chapter 32
When I got to my apartment I still had a strange feeling and wanted desperately to hear from Mercedes. I think something happened, but I have no way to reach her. I said a silent prayer and truly hoped my senses were tricking me, but somehow I knew differently.
I was worried about Mercedes. She was upset with me, but it wasn’t exactly Ralph I was worried about.
I had no way to contact her, and I wasn’t sure she would be calling me anytime soon. She thinks I might have spent time with Maggie, and I did, but not the way she thinks.
Recalling our previous phone call, I should not have played a game with her, telling her I had bad news and bad news. I’m not at all surprised she hung up on me. Now, I wish I could hear her voice, even if she was yelling at me. How the hell am I ever going to live with the danger she faces on some of the FBI cases?
My phone rang and I rushed to answer it. “Hello.”
“Hi Scott, it’s me.”
“Oh, hi Mike.”
“Well, that is not the response I anticipated.”
“I’m sorry Mike. I thought it might be Mercy calling back.”
“I take it you still haven’t heard from her?”
“No, and I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. She is in a foreign country where women are missing and turning up dead.”
“She is trained and she’s not alone. You might be feeling your own vulnerable situation.”
“I might be, but not having a way to contact her or anyone in her group, gives me a helpless feeling.”
“I understand Scott…maybe better than you do. Look, I ran the plates and have some information to share. You ready?”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“Well the Cadillac is registered to a Dr. Samuel Adler who lives in Chestnut Hill. The Pontiac is registered to a Christopher Sullivan who lives in Jamaica Plain.”
“Do you have addresses?”
“Yes, but I’m not giving them to you.”
“Not even the Pontiac one?”
“Especially, not that one. Look Scott, I would like to help you, but you have to let me.”
“I know you really want to help, and I would love the company. However, I just don’t feel right betraying a confidence.”
“Yes, but you already gave me enough to know it involves Stephen.”
“I told you I would keep you informed. I am planning to go to the drop site tonight.”
“Alright Mr. Detective, how about you tell me the location of the drop site?”
“I don’t see any harm in that. It is the Dudley Street elevated train station.”
“Thanks Scott. Please be careful, but if you change your mind on things, please let me know. I would be glad to assist. You know that.”
“I know Mike. You are a good friend. Talk with you soon.”
“Thanks, bye.”
*.*.*
As soon as I hung up the phone, I pulled the Boston Area white page telephone directory, and looked up Christopher Sullivan. There were three, but only one listed in Jamaica Plain. I wrote the address down and decided to take a ride.
Twenty minutes later I was parked down a few doors from the address. Even though it was close to 2 AM, the street was well lit. The add
ress was a three story duplex with six apartments. The three mailboxes on each side of the front doors told the story. It wasn’t important right now which floor Christopher lived on. However, this address might not be important at all, but it might come in handy.
After waiting several minutes, I decided that if a police car were to come by and spot my car, or me, it would be hard to explain being at this location after being picked up at the other address.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to take a ride past the care facility. I wasn’t planning on stopping, but I wanted to see if the Pontiac was still there.
*.*.*
Twenty minutes later I drove to the care facility in Belmont. The only car in the parking lot was the gold Pontiac. I went past the facility and turned at the next intersection and came back to get a better look at the parking lot.
The Pontiac was in the exact position it was in earlier last night. As I cruised past the building I noticed the same light on, in the room I assumed was Stephen’s daughter’s room. It is the middle of the night, why is her light on? Maybe she needs to sleep with the light on.
I resisted the temptation to park and walk back to the facility to see if I could hear anything. It was too dangerous for me to be seen in this area, let alone be parked or worse, to be found on the grounds of the facility.
I stepped on the gas and headed back to my apartment. However, the light on in that room reminded me of the single light in my cell while being held captive by Melanie. Now she had a twin sister. Could my nightmare be a sign there is more to fear?
The lack of sleep was getting the best of me. I needed to get a good night’s sleep.
Minutes later I was in my own bed, which still felt strange after being in Mercedes’ for many nights. I thought I could drift right off to sleep, but I was thinking about Mercedes and whether she was indeed safe. I was also wondering whether Alexis would pick up where Melanie left off. I closed my eyes and unconsciously felt the arrow scar.
Chapter 33
Ralph was still in shock. Mercedes was kidnapped right from under their noses. She should have come into the cantina with him. The driver suggested she stay in the car. He watched the driver trying to reach his superiors. Was this his plan to have Mercedes in the car alone, so she could be kidnapped?
Mercedes told him that the captain said she should not go anywhere alone, and was about to cop a feel himself. She said he suggested he come to her hotel to discuss the case of the missing women in more detail.
Jose was not making much progress getting a hold of the captain. Jose was much too calm, almost too calm. This must have been a planned kidnapping of Mercedes. He bet the captain might be involved as well. He knew he needed to get a hold of his boss, but how?
He tapped Jose on the shoulder. “Jose, if you can’t reach the captain, have headquarters contact the two policemen with my boss – Max Gordon.” Jose didn’t seem to understand him.
He snatched the microphone from him. “This is Ralph Reynolds with the FBI. Call your policemen with my boss Max Gordon. Do it now.” He did not understand the reply, but he realized they did not understand his request.
“Jose, tell them to alert the policemen who were with my FBI boss, that Mercedes Strong has been kidnapped.”
Jose took the microphone back and after several exchanges Ralph could tell they understood and were going to indeed reach them. “Jose, thank you. How can we reach your captain?”
Jose just shook his head. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that his earlier suspicion about the captain might be right on target. “Jose, can you take me to where the woman’s body was found?”
*.*.*
Ralph sensed that Jose might be involved with Mercedes’ kidnapping and wondered if he too had something to worry about. He was going to keep a keen eye on Jose just in case his gut was correct.
Jose put the blue light on top of the roof and rushed down side streets. This was a good sign to Ralph. Ten minutes later they arrived at the docks where the body was found.
“Mr. Ralph, there is where body found.” He pointed toward the closest pier.
There was no sign of Max and the other two policemen. “Jose, contact headquarters to find out if they contacted my boss.” Jose just looked at him. “Jose, call headquarters and get an update.”
Ralph watched as Jose made the call and reacted to what he heard. He hung up the microphone, started the car, and pulled away in a rush. “What did you learn?”
“They have found agent.”
“They found Max?”
“No, they found pretty agent.”
*.*.*
Ralph was concerned about whether she was found murdered or found alive. He didn’t want to ask and just dealt with what he would do if she was killed.
Shortly, they rounded a corner at another waterfront area. There were several police cars with their lights flashing. Two were blocking the entrance to a warehouse on a pier. “Mr. Ralph, we park here.”
His heart was beating a mile a minute and he still didn’t know what to expect. As they both neared the entrance to the building, a stretcher was being brought out. A man’s boot was sticking out the bottom of the sheet. Ralph stopped and watched them push the gurney to a waiting vehicle.
He heard Max’s voice. “You will be okay now Mercedes, but we need to take you to the hospital for treatment.”
Ralph turned and saw Max guiding Mercedes through the door. She was holding her head and was wrapped in a dark blanket. She spotted Ralph and came running to his arms.
“Oh, Mercedes, I thought we might have lost you. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay now. I thought I was never going to be found.”
Ralph turned and saw the captain walking towards them. “We were very lucky. We had this building under surveillance for several days, and it paid off. You are a very lucky lady.”
Mercedes turned towards him. “Captain, thank you for rescuing me. I thought I was going to be…” She started crying and turned back to Ralph.
“Like I said, you would be a prize. I thought perhaps there would be an attempt to kidnap you. We had you in our sights since you left our station. I’m sorry you had to endure what you went through before we could rescue you.”
She hugged the captain. “Thank you so much.” However, she had a strange feeling when he and his men burst in, that his hesitation to cover her with a blanket told a much different story.
“We have two men who we will question, and hopefully we will be able to locate the other women.”
She smiled at him, but pulled the blanket tight around her. Ralph guided her to the police car they told him would take her to the hospital.
Max came up to them at the car. “Ralph, your job right now is to stay with Mercedes, and don’t let her out of your sight. That is an order.”
Chapter 34
As the police car headed to the hospital, Mercedes knew she was very lucky to be rescued. She doubted she would have been killed, since she was more valuable alive.
Ralph was being quiet, holding her tightly, and being respectful of her privacy. She felt herself quivering, but it wasn’t because it was cold. Ralph hugged her more tightly and she couldn’t control her emotions any longer and started sobbing into his chest.
“I’m so sorry Mercedes. We should never have left you alone. Thank God they rescued you.”
She was sorry she hung up on Scott. He was who she needed now. He was the one she could relate what had happened to her. Or could she?
Her mind was playing tricks on her. Parts of what happened seem like a haze, and other parts seem so real. She played back what happened starting with her rescue.
There was a loud crash. It must have been the outside door being smashed in. There were several gunshots and yelling. She couldn’t tell who was saying what, but she pictured the police confronting the men holding her.
Right after the shooting stopped, some men were handcuffed and shoved to the floor. There were three men, with their backs aga
inst each other. The captain left his men and came over to her. He just stared at her without saying a word…no, he devoured her for what seemed like an eternity. She remembered her feeling that he was not going to untie her, and her ordeal might really just be starting.
However, he left her and yelled something to his men. A minute later he came back with a blanket and covered her with it. She remembered its shocking smell, and under normal circumstances, would never have wanted it anywhere near her body.
She was glad the captain couldn’t see her body any longer. The memory of his eyes slowly surveying her body, gave her a chill that he was going to pick up where the men left off. He also took too much time loosening the ropes to remove them.
She inhaled now and confirmed the blanket only had the smell of sea life, and not what she also smelled before—sweat and semen.
“Mercedes, I’m trying to comfort you, but you’re shaking.” She felt Ralph try to move her to look at her face, but she just pressed harder into his chest. She was happy he didn’t persist.
The memory prior to her rescue was a jumble of images. She remembers when they entered the warehouse the men quickly stripped her remaining clothes, which was just her skirt and what was left of her bra. They removed her hood, and she knew she was really in trouble now since they didn’t care she could identify them.
They undid the handcuffs, or maybe they did that first. They were all talking in Spanish and she was glad she didn’t understand what they were saying.
She remembered being yanked over to a wooden column. She remembered seeing ropes around the column lying on the floor. One was quickly slipped up the pole and put around her neck; another was slid up her legs to her waist and both were pulled tightly. Two other ropes hanging from the top of the pole were put around each wrist.
She never felt so defenseless in all her life. She thought about the dead woman and what she had endured, and the others and then what was going to happen to her. Four of the five men just stared at her naked body while the other took numerous Polaroid pictures of her. She closed her eyes but could feel the hot flashes now against her body.
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