Seven Days. Seven Days went by quickly and a lot happened in seven days....
I did a work up on the manager of that warehouse John "Johnnie Boy " Chavis..A New Yorker who had lived in Philly for ten years...He had no police record...but he hung out with a lot of unsavory types...He was a high school graduate who had studied at Community College for a year and a half...before dropping out and taking the job of Warehouse manager....Beverly and Josie recognized him...They said he was always up in the clubs..Aqua Bar, Stoleys...et al...He drove a Jag and wore nice tailored suits....A Jag? Working in this warehouse?? What kind of salary was he bringing in?
If he was the boss, then he knew everything that came in that warehouse...and everything that went out..I was betting that he was the one in charge of the heroin distribution...I also liked him as the more than likely killer...
I sat on that warehouse a couple of nights and took photos, but I wasn't close to getting inside and nothing looked out of the ordinary.
Investigating another front proved to be more profitable...Beverly and I managed to locate Monica's married boyfriend...Brandon Giles....We followed him from his home, where he was a married father of three....to where else???,
The scene of the crime...The Notorious Aloqquin Hotel....A hotel that charged by the hour and was discreet about it's customer's comings and goings...A murder would bring bad publicity...Publicity they couldn't afford to have...They agreed to co-operate with us.
"He's one of our best customers...Comes by here three times a week with three different gals."said the desk clerk.
Two hours later, Beverly and I walked up to him....
"Mr. Giles I believe?" I said..
He looked like he'd drank a can of paint...
"By testifying that she was with you on the day of and the time of the murder.."I said..
"Nahhh,I'd like to help,but I can't do that...If the reporters got a hold of that and my wife saw it...my marriage would be toast...Mo is a nice girl and all, but she gone just have to take a humble on this one." he said.
"Look jackass...We know you were here with her...This hotel has cameras...They have both of you signing in on the day of the murder...They have your handwriting on the ledger." I said.
"Nope...It wasn't me." he said.
Then Beverly walked over to him and showed him the video of his latest conquest...His eyes got as large as saucers!
"Heyyy,where did you get that?" he asked...
This was not the swiftest man in the classroom! I mused.
When we got outside to the car I looked at Beverly...
"You're going to bend over exactly the way we tell you? Where did that come from?" I said laughing...
"When I was a public defender....I hung around a lot of cops." she said....
Three of those days he had been in New York City on some business..She didn't answer her phone when he called her..
"I figured she was out....So I went by the next day and she didn't answer the door...I
had the super open the condo suite and I went in...Her bed was made up, the kitchen was clean...and it looked as if she hadn't slept in her bed or been there for a couple of days...I'm worried Livy." he said.
"Have you been to the police?" asked Olivia..
"I went today...They said that since she's a grown woman...they have to wait another 48 hours before she can be declared missing....I told them that I haven't seen her in a week." he said.
"Maybe she went out of town on business.." said Olivia..
"What business? She doesn't work...Not anymore..." he said.
"Where did she work?" asked Olivia..
"At Lady Chatterlies Lover,Panties and Bras for the discriminating woman..I met her when I was there buying panties and lingerie for another young lady" He said, laughing sheepishly..
Olivia gave him the serious side eye...
"Now I knew where I knew her from." Olivia told me and Beverly..
Born and raised in Philadelphia...Educated in Philadelphia Public schools..Associates degree from Community College....Two years at Temple...Did not finish..Course work at Drexel..No degree...A series of office , retail and temp jobs..No criminal record..
Just a normal girl.
Olivia leaned over and kissed me softly...
That conversation was three days ago...Like I said..Seven whole days had passed...
Olivia,Beverly and I had gone to Thomas Brown's house...It was a modest little place, very neat and well kept...In his bedroom, we found a fake moustache...grey hair dye, and actor's makeup as well as credit cards, debit cards, a drivers license and a w4 under the name of Malcolm Stevens...
It appears Thomas Brown and Malcolm Stevens was one and the same...He had made himself a new identity..but why??
"I can answer that for you...because he was working as a confidential informant for me." came the voice of a very attractive and petite Black woman...I could tell by the way she carried herself she was a cop...
"My name is Carol Redding...Special Agent in Charge of the Regional DEA....And who are you?" she asked..
"His cat died...He had the damn thing autopsied...You ever heard of such??Anyway..his cat died of an overdose of heroin...Heroin it got into when he was inspecting his warehouse...He called us and at first we thought he was some nut until he brought us the vet's report....He offered to go undercover...I said no...I don't like civilians going undercover, but the U.S. Attorney over-ruled me...We built him a new identity and made him up and he went in...He did good work for us..So good..We were able to put another man on the inside with him..."she said.
"But something went wrong didn't it?" I said.
"Something went very wrong...Somehow or other someone in there..Whoever is smuggling the Heroin in found out who he really was and shot him dead...It must be an insider, because they knew enough to frame Monica Owens...Your client..My agent is still in there...He hasn't been discovered yet...When we discover who the boss is...We'll have your killer and your client will be totally exonerated.."said Carol Redding.
"You two look awfully familiar...You weren't always in Private Practice were you?" she asked.
"I remember you two...I used to be a Detective...Philadelphia Police Department, before I became a Fed....I know you don't remember me...But I remember you...Pleased to meet you." said Carol.
"Very Well...I've worked with them both for years.."she said.
"Small world.."I said , smiling.. "I was a Homicide Detective in New Orleans..before I became a P.I. I worked with an FBI agent named Sharon Ferrell, who is married and now working here...Do you know her?" I said.
"I know her very well...You guys are good people...You know all my friends.."said Carol, "So tell me..New Orleans is a long way from Philly..What are you doing here Mr. Alexander?" she asked giving me a sly side eye.
"You put it on him didn't you girl? Ummm hmmm....Couldn't get you out of his mind.."
That was yesterday...Seven whole days...Which Brings us to today!!
Beverly and Nelson were standing outside of his apartment kissing passionately...
Olivia and I cleared our throats..
"You guys going to breakfast?" I asked laughing...
"Yes...and boy do we have some scoop for you..."said Beverly...
"Really? What?" asked Olivia..
"We have good news and bad news for your client, Stephan Bristol.."said Beverly.
" Okay...and the bad news?" said Olivia....
"Well Auntay...Look for yourself.." said Beverly...
Coming out of Nelson's apartment with an overnight bag was none other than Mya Russell, dressed to the nines...and coming out behind her and looking around was none other than Rollie Rollerson...He didn't notice us.. His car was parked down the street...
He squeezed her behind..
"Ouuu Rollie...Stopp it..Didn't you get enough? I've been here all week.." she said.
"I wish you could stay longer baby..You put it on me last night...Damn!" he said laughing..
"I put it on you every night I've been here." she laughed....
He pulled her to him and gave her a wet sloppy kiss...
"Well put it on me some more..." he laughed...
"You soo bad Rollie...I've got to go...I already stayed longer than I originally planned..I'm sure I'll have to explain."she said.
"You aint otherwise worried?" he asked.
"Puh-lease...I've got him so whipped...Just the threat of not getting some of this will make him think again about questioning me..." she said.
"Well...I certainly understand that.." he laughed.
"You sooo crazy Rollie." she laughed ,as they walked down the street and got in his car and pulled off..
"He owns an apartment in my complex....I've seen him maybe two times....he brought a lot of groceries about seven days ago and she was with him...They haven't left his apartment until today....I wish I had known you were looking for them." said Nelson...
"Oh we aren't looking for them....but a client of mine is...Her fiance' and I uh don't think he'd want to know this .."said Olivia..