CHAPTER—13
Pincher pulled into the Santa Monica hotel and gave the keys to a parking attendant and asked, “Is Crystal here?”
The parking attendant looked confused and Pincher realized crystal was another way of saying speed, crystal meth. He tried to fix it. “Crystal is a beautiful lady of the escort variety.”
Pincher watched the parking attendant look both ways like he might be on a little crystal himself. “She might be in the piano bar in the back.”
Pincher flashed his task force credentials and said, “Take good care of my car!”
Maltobano followed Pincher’s Crown Vic from a distance to the Santa Monica hotel. Instead of following Pincher into the hotel’s circular entrance to the parking attendants he found a parking spot around the corner hidden from view between two large trucks where he had privacy to disguise his appearance.
He began with the critical facial bone structure to add prominence to the points that started with the two outside edges of his eyebrows. While he worked he thought back to the beginning of his law enforcement career that started as a Deputy Sheriff in Orange County, California as a jail deputy. From there he remembered even further back into his upbringing as a kid. How he’d grown up under an alcoholic father who beat his mother and then him when he stepped up to defend her. He remembered how he had dropped out of high school and ran the streets, then how he got caught up using drugs and then how he started hanging out with gang members. Then his father died suddenly of a heart attack and mom had a stroke. He came back home to take care of her and promised her he’d get a job as she died in his arms. Maltobano added the bushy eyebrows next and remembered how as a detective on the streets for the sex crimes division he’d been squeezed out of the loop by Narcotic Detective Pincher. While in limbo from law enforcement he’d gone to U.S.C to further his criminal law and evidence studies and met the director of the West Coast Branch for Internal Affairs, Mr. Bonafino. As an Internal Affairs agent an investigation led back to Detective Pincher for manipulating the system criminally in regards to his use of informants to further his career. One of Pincher’s informants had been involved in a high profile rape case involving a Sheriff’s son. He’d followed Pincher in pursuit of the informant for an interview to the L.A County Jail where the trail went as cold as the informant’s dead body from a shower slashing where a razor met a jugular vein. From there the investigation led to a prison riot that had the attention of the media surrounding the suspect Pincher had just arrested, Damon. Maltobano looked in the mirror satisfied with his disguise.
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Pincher marched around the lobby in circles looking for a sign that pointed to the piano bar. A bellhop was pushing a luggage cart and Pincher grabbed his shoulder. “Where the fuck is the piano bar?”
The bellhop hesitated when Pincher flashed his task force badge. “Ecstasy is on the top floor but if you’re not a guest here you have to pay a cover at the front desk.”
Pincher pushed the hotel guests out of the way to get to the front of the line and flashed his credentials, “I won’t be paying a cover charge.”
Crystal sat with her back to the wall from a vantage point that viewed customers entering the dimly lit bar. She looked up from her table filled with her laptop and three cell phones each time a guest entered, always on alert. One of the three cell phones vibrated continuously with three 911 messages. Crystal realized it was the phone she used specifically for the hotel to monitor internal security. The first text was from the parking attendant, TASK FORCE COP ENTERING ASKING FOR CRYSTAL!
The second text was from the bellhop, TASK FORCE GOON HEADING YOUR WAY!
The third text was from the front desk manager, TASK FORCE FOR NARCOTICS WEARING A HAWAIIAN PRINT SHIRT!
Crystal watched the entrance to the bar and saw the back of the Hawaiian print shirt and the male wearing it almost run inside. He looked around. Crystal acted immediately and removed the flash drive from the laptop and placed it and her personal stash of speed into some plastic wrap. Then reached inside her skirt and placed it in between her ass cheeks and squeezed against the uncomfortable forced intrusion. With evidence uncomfortably nestled, recognition flashed through her mind. I know who that dork is! That’s the narcotic detective stealing dope out of the evidence locker Veto has in his back pocket!
Pincher looked all around the piano bar. He squeezed his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He looked in a circle and scanned right past Crystal the first time until he caught her lifting her arm in a wave out of the corner of his eye.
Pincher pulled a chair out with his back to the rest of the bar and sat down across from Crystal and set his task force badge on the table. “Hi whore, I guess you remember me.”
Pincher calculated the money Veto had given him for the ounce of heroin and decided a night with Crystal was worth half and then decided to pinch that further. “I have $500 to shower you with for the night of your fucking life fucking your brains out… and then you can try to suck the tip of my cock off.”
Crystal held her temper in check, barely. “You could offer me $5,000 or 5 million and I would spit in your face and call you a cock roach.”
Pincher thought, I'm going to make you pay for that. He spun his task force badge in a circle toward the middle of the table and it came to a stop in front of Crystal. “Everyone has a price, don’t lie to me.”
Crystal studied Pincher staring at her lasciviously, like a pig, and thought, he’s so transparent. “Let’s get something crystal clear. I’M NOT FOR SALE. I FIND OTHERS WHO ARE, AND I’M VETOS WIFE!”
“I could call a shot right now that would have your husband in the county jail fighting organized crime charges, or have him shot dead with a toe tag lying in a cold box in the morgue and either way I’m a hero.”
“You would end up dying a far slower death! Do you realize how much influence my man has?”
Crystal shut her mouth and held her temper in check. She thought fast. If I flex my husband’s power against this lame detective’s ego all I am doing is putting my husband in jeopardy. I couldn’t live with myself for that.
Pincher thought, I better be careful, Veto is my cash cow for my second pension. I better at least have a few more gang members in my pocket liquidating my dope for me first.
Crystal calmed her temper again and studied Pincher. His eyes were darting all over the place! He’s fucking wired up on speed and can’t compose himself! Hilarious...Veto will pull his strings and make him run right into a wall. “Pincher, if you want to spend $500 I can get a decent looking crack whore to suck you off all night but if you want quality you have to pay for it.”
Maltobano entered the piano bar and didn’t turn around. He did what a normal patron would do, look to the bar. He didn’t see Pincher anywhere so he assumed he was behind him. He stood at the bar patiently and looked in the same direction and found what he was looking for, mirrors. He ordered a Coca Cola and spotted Pincher’s shirt, and then he noticed Crystal.
Without turning around he drank from his soda through a straw and found a newspaper. He fingered through the newspaper and looked at an article he noticed in between glances from the mirror. The article was about the politician he was already investigating that had already led to Crystal. There were rumors the Hollywood Madam had a black book with some heavy data relating to corruption with a politician and the A.C.O.R.N Organization with possible voter fraud.
Maltobano sipped the last of his Coca Cola and stood. He held the paper over his face as he turned and walked out of Ecstasy. On the way in the piano bar, taking his time, he’d recognized a path that led to a perch to view the back half of the hotel where the parking attendants parked vehicles for the hotel’s guest.
He stood on the edge of the perch from the top of the hotel unnoticed and studied the layout. There was a back way into the parking garage through a door next to a loading and unloading zone for trucks that brought goods to the hotel.
Maltobano set the paper down and placed both hands in his trench coat and felt the tracking and listening devices and walked the service path hotel employees used to stay out of view to the back door entrance of the parking garage.
Maltobano got in his Mercedes and called his director to check in. “Director Bonafino I have some information pertaining to Operation Black Panther. I followed that detective I investigated before I met you at U.S.C who now works for the Rampart Division.”
“Pincher?”
“Yes, Pincher. He just met with the Hollywood Madam Crystal.”
“Are you thinking we can co-opt Pincher to get more data on our dirty panther politician?”
“I haven't thought that far yet but I just planted devices on Pincher's vehicle to monitor him.”
“Good work Maltobano. Let’s see where this takes us. It’s getting interesting.”
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Pincher watched Crystal sitting with her back arched across from him cross and re-cross her legs. He remembered as he walked in seeing her black stiletto heels and wanted to see them again. He pulled his task force badge into his napkin and forced it to fall from the table and leaned beneath the table to stare.
Crystal watched Pincher and thought, what a fucking retard and acted like she was oblivious.
Pincher sat back up with napkin in hand. Crystal was busy on the laptop. She looked up and said, “I have 2 women coming to the bar in 2 minutes that are $500 a night for you to choose from.”
Pincher turned immediately and waited for their arrival and said, “These whores better look hot and have that cum fuck me look on their faces.”
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Two of Crystals escorts walked to the bar and stood so they were facing the other way as directed. Pincher stared at the brunette first. She stood on 6 inch black stiletto heels, black sequined thigh highs, black skirt, black tank top, all hooker. She set her long black and white mink coat on the chair next to her and her sunglasses fell to the ground. She picked them up by bending at the waist and her skirt rode up her ass exposing a black G-string.
Crystal watched Pincher staring in such an obvious way and knew he'd need way more than he was going to get. “Which one do you want, blond or brunette?”
Pincher looked at the blonde’s ankles and thought, “too big.” “I want them both for the night and I'll give you $600.”
Crystal crossed her legs again and said, “This isn't the swap meet! Chose one for $500 or kick rocks and pop the clutch.”
Pincher stared at the brunette's ass. “Give me the brunette.”
“Give me the money and you can borrow her until 6 A.M. I have a one strike policy, you lay a hand on April or any of my girls and you lose your privilege card.”
April walked to the table staring at Cyrstal to determine her mood relating to the John completely turned around in his chair. As usual Crystal maintained a poker face. April glanced at the John. He was boldly undressing her with his eyes and she thought; I've been in the business 10 years and have never seen someone so obvious. What a bust.
Crystal shook April's hand and with her other hand turned her wrist to look at her watch. “Its 9 P.M, I expect you back by 6 A.M.”
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CHAPTER –14
Pincher drove to his house and his vamped up imagination ran wild. He imagined so many thoughts they ran together in a jumble. He parked the Crown Vic in the driveway and looked at April. “Wait here for a second.”
April watched Pincher run to his door and thought, this guy is creepy.
Pincher opened his door to activate the video security system and looked at each hidden camera on his way to his bedroom. He remembered how he used the cameras to find the angles to manipulate bags of dope in preparation to steal from the evidence locker. In his room, he dimmed the lights.
April watched Pincher run to her door and noticed how wired he seemed. He opened the door and said, “Come on whore its time for my entertainment!”
April faked a laugh and climbed out. “You don't like to waste time do you?”
As April walked Pincher fondled her ass on the way to the door. “Time is money so I don't waste it.”
At the door Pincher grabbed April's elbow roughly and led her to his bedroom. He glanced at the hidden video camera in the corner.
April went into a routine that had been cultivated to waste time and save her body and soul as much wear and tear as humanly possible. “Call me April. What do I call you?”
“Your daddy!”
April felt a dark energy growing and her skin got colder. She looked away from Pincher's eyes. The hungry carnal confidence in them was growing and for the first time in many years she was scared. She set her purse on the bed and noticed the four bedposts. A memory from her childhood long ago subdued from self medicating flashed by with vivid clarity. She remembered being tied to a similar bedpost in her bedroom starting at 10 years old.
Pincher looked up and down April's voluptuous body and thought about the angle of the camera. I'm going to watch myself put my dick in her mouth and then put it in her butt while I choke her around the neck. I'm going to label this video STUD BOY!
April realized she set her purse down and thought, I'm way off my game! I never put my purse down before going to the bathroom to kill time. She picked it back up and walked toward the bathroom and said over her shoulder with a wink, “Can I use your shower to get luscious for you?”
Pincher grinded his teeth watching April's ass dancing hypnotically away and said, “Hurry!”
April locked the door and turned the shower on. Instead of stepping into the shower she stared in the mirror to take inventory. She looked into her eyes and whispered, “The window to my soul, how are you doing in there soul?”
Before she let herself cry in the mirror again she rifled through her purse to find the Oxycotin.
Pincher fondled his penis and couldn't stop in time. He looked down at his cum spent wad sticking to his tight boxers and felt cheated. “April!”
April thought fast. “Don't you want me to shave my hot spot for you?”
Pincher imagined her shaving herself between her legs and looked at his tiny shriveled spent dick. Enraged, he yelled, “You've got 5 minutes!”
April thought, I can usually waste an hour or two while the sex fiend fantasizes my time into nothingness. April's thoughts were interrupted.
Pincher willed his little one to harden and rise to the occasion and felt his rage ripping through his being. He walked to the bathroom and for a second wondered what he was doing as if he was outside of his body looking in. He saw his hand turn the handle on a locked door and rage took over.
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Maltobano circled Pincher's residence and parked a street behind it. He walked to the fence to study the layout and found the master bedroom. The blinds were closed; Pincher’s voice pierced the air.
“April open the fucking door!!”
April froze in the steamy hot shower as the noise from the door being locked turned into violence.
Pincher kicked the door again and again until it started to fracture and then leaned into it with a shoulder. It crashed open.
April stood in her vulnerable nakedness almost paralyzed with fear as the door exploded inward. She snapped out of it and turned the water as hot as possible as the shower curtain crashed into her. She aimed the shower head at her attacker and his screams almost paralyzed her again.
Pincher broke through the door and impulsively grabbed the corner of the shower curtain and flung it open so hard the rod flew off the wall. His vision focused on April for a millisecond until it was flooded with scalding water.
Maltobano heard the door cracking open, some jumbled noise, then Pincher screaming, then a thumping noise and a woman's
voice screaming. It sent chills down his spine. Maltobano visualized the blows hitting the woman and remembered standing there as a little boy defenseless watching his mother getting hit. His first impulse was to hop the fence and dive through the window. He put his hands on top of the fence in a crouch to spring over it and his vision was guided to a rock on the ground. He picked up the boulder and threw it through the window.
Pincher heard the window explode behind him and stopped punching April. Soaking wet, he climbed off April and slipped and fell back on top of her. Again, he climbed off April and ran out of the bathroom. At the bedroom window he opened the blinds, nothing. He ran into the backyard with the police issue 9 mm pointed at the ground, at the fence he studied the area. A school bus was parked 100 feet away with lights flashing. Elementary school kids ran haphazardly in all directions past parked cars at the curb while a growing line of cars waited for the bus driver to direct them. A kid must have thrown the rock.
April saw the opportunity and climbed out. She found her clothes and didn't bother with a towel. She put one of her heels in her purse and held the other in her right hand to use as a weapon and slipped on the wet tile on the way past the splintered door. She fell in a heap and spilled the contents of her purse on the bedroom carpet. Through tears April rushed everything back into her purse and noticed the task force badge for the first time on the bed. She grabbed it.
Maltobano drove around Pincher's house unsure of what to do. Fate intervened right in front of him. He saw April run out the front door trying to look everywhere but stuck like a deer caught in the headlights. Maltobano saw the fear and indecision in her big brown eyes as she focused that energy on running. He caught up to her down the street and lowered the passenger window. “Get in!”
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