Hold Up, Wait a Minute.....

Passenger Bennie Gillespie or Bernard "Mickey" Stevens...his real name was walked down to the cargo floor,beneath where we were seated on the plane...He looked very nervous...Just judging from his mannerisms..I was beginning to doubt that this guy was our killer..and yet he was a thief who had lifted a man's wallet and his airline ticket to Vegas....Perhaps he had a partner!

He sat down and he looked up at all of us...

He was a medium sized Black man....brown skinned...nice close haircut...a diamond stud in his left ear and dressed immacculately...He had on a nice fragrance...

He was sweating bullets....

"So..uh what is this about...?" he asked..

"Why don't you tell us Mr. Gillespie or should I call you by your real name...Bernard "Mickey" Stevens?" I said.

He looked like he'd drank two cans of paint at this point...

"Your wallet sir."said one of the male attendents...

He produced a wallet with a drivers license and credit cards belonging to Bennie Gillespie..Who looked nothing like him...

I looked at him and smiled..

"Some resemblance..."I said sarcastically...

Stewardess Betty Mousely busted out laughing..

He produced another wallet that was clearly his...

He looked at me and smirked..

"What are you, a cop? Bunco squad?? Robbery -Homicide??" he asked.

I didn't answer.....

Instead I asked him...

"So what happened Mickey..The Air Marshal made you and you lured him down here and killed him?" I asked.

'"What? , Killed the Air Marshall? What are you talkin about?" he asked..

We walked him down a few feet and showed him the body of Clint McCool..

"Whoaaaa...Hold on..WHOA..WHOA,WHOA, WHOA , WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...HOLD UP!
WAIT A MINUTE!  I AINT KILLED NOBODY!..YOU CAN'T HANG THAT ON ME!" he said..

"Oh I think we can...You ripped poor Bennie Gillespie off at the airport and you're headed to Vegas...The Air Marshall discovered who you were and you killed him to keep things quiet ." I said.

"Whoaaaa...Hold on..WHOA..WHOA,WHOA, WHOA , WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...HOLD UP!
WAIT A MINUTE!  I AINT KILLED NOBODY!..YOU CAN'T HANG THAT ON ME! I didn't kill anybody...I swear!" he said again.."And poor Bennie Gillespie..It aint what it looks like..."he said.

"Actually,it's exactly what it looks like."I said.

"Look...I know Bennie Gillespie from back home...Philly...He owed me money.....He didn't pay...I didn't steal his wallet..I uh made him give it to me.." he said.

"Oh you made him give it to you...?" I asked.

"I can be very persuasive with a .22...Of which I am not carrying on this plane, let me add.."he said.

"Hopefully more persuasive than you are with the ladies."said Stewardess Betty Mousely sarcastically.

I looked at her and we both laughed.....Stevens shrugged his shoulders.

We searched him...We didn't find any gun of any kind..

"He reported the theft to the police.."I said.

"And they called you on this plane?" he asked..

"The wonder of modern electronics.."I said.

"Look man..Alright, you got me cold for the theft of his wallet and airline ticket...but I swear..I didn't kill the Air Marshall and he had no idea who I was...Hell,I was talkin to him about the baseball game last night ,right before he tried to go to the restroom...There was some couple in the restroom gettin it in..and I couldn't get in and he couldn't either....That's when I wandered back down the aisle and started talkin to your wife to waste a little time...When you told me to be on my way...He apparently had gone in the john and had finished...When I came out...He was standing there talking on his phone..He must have been texting some broad because he got like five or six texts....He said to me...I'm about to hurt somethin man....Me and him was cool." said Bernard "Mickey" Stevens.

"No that's not right....I have his phone right here..He made three calls and the last one was an hour before he got on the plane."I said.

"That's not the phone I saw him with...That's a Samsung Note 4...He had an IPhone...I'm sure of it..I'm tellin you man..Me and him was cool...Why would he know who I am? I'm not a major league guy..I'm not on the radar of a guy like him...Think about it...What reason would I have to kill him?  I'm tellin you man..I didn't kill nobody..I didn't even come down here..." he protested..

"What do you think?" asked the Captain...

"Detain him....until I can check out his story.."I said.

They put zip ties around his wrists and sat him down...While two guys held watch on him...

"Awwww man, you guys are makin a big mistake.." he said.

II-

I returned to my seat....Sepia looked over at me...

"So...Is he your killer?" she asked.

"I'm beginning to think he isn't...He is a thief...He is flying with somebody else's wallet and airline ticket...but he's no killer.."I said.

"That's the guy who was trying to make time with me you know.."said Sepia.

"Yeah I know...and I wanted him to be the killer so bad..but it's not him."I said.

"Awwww lover do you get jealous when a guy tries to talk to me? You don't have to...I'm not goin anywhere..."she said and gave me a sloppy and wet kiss in the lips..

"Well that's good to know."I said...

She gave me another wet and sloppy kiss...

"Real good to know."I said.

She smiled..

"Oh cut it out...you just want me to keep kissing you." she said laughing..

I looked at her and we both laughed..

I picked up my Ipod mini and called Sissy..The Wifi on this plane was excellent.

III-

"Well Kevin did you catch your killer?" asked Sissy...

"No...but I caught a thief... This guy stole Gillespie's wallet and airline ticket...We've got him detained...but he's not the killer..Something else is going on here...Siss, do me a favor...Do a make on Air Marshall Clint McCool...see if he had more than one phone..."I asked...

"Sure...I'll get right back to you.." she said.

"He had two phones?" asked Sepia..

"That's what your boyfriend claims...We have one phone...We don't have the other."I said.

I put my hand up Sepia's blouse and squeezed her breast softly...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuu...Freshie...Cut it out.." she moaned...

Sepia ran her soft fingers across the crotch area of my trousers....She slyly ran her soft fingers across my now very hard and erect penis and stroked it gently...

She whispered softly in my ear....

"What about the investigation?"

"I can't do anything until I get more information..."I said..."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."I moaned silently as she pulled my zipper down and softly ran her hands across my now engorged penis...

I rubbed the tip of her breasts softly...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm....ouuuuuuuuuuu.."she moaned..."You are soooo fresh.."she said.

 We began to kiss each other passionately....

"I can't wait until we are in our hotel room." she said..

"Me neither..."I said.

My wife had a way of taking my mind off of a lot of things..I hadn't thought about my slight fear of flying not once in the past hour.

IV-

Sepia and I stopped kissing and fondling each other after awhile..No need in getting all steamed up and not being able to do anything about it we reasoned...

I got face timed again..This time it was Detective Sirena Pile.

 "Hey Kevin...We got some information on Air Marshall McCool...He does have two phones...We checked the Samsung Phone...That was issued to him by his agency... I checked his last few calls...Two were to the agency and one was to an Alexander King in Philadelphia..." she said.

"I know about those...I have that phone..." I said.

"Well his second phone is an IPhone and that's his personal phone...We pinged his tower and we pulled off several texts...you need to see these..."she said.

I checked the texts-

11:02- Hey Sexy, Why don't you meet me back here by the restroom  and let's join the mile high club!

11:08- Ouuuu, you are so nasty...We are already in the mile high club..remember..??

11:09-Well let's rejoin it....I'm horny.

11:11-You're always horny...

11:13- I saw what you wore on the plane...I love that Blonde Wig..Maybe Blondes do have more fun eh?

11:15-When we get to Vegas, I'll find out huh?

11:20- You could find out right now if you come down here...

11:35-Ohhh alright horny toad..I'm coming...

11:40-Hurry Up,so I can cum too, get it?

11:45- I got it...you're such a comedian.

"Wow ,pretty racy stuff eh..So he was talking to a woman on this plane and he was alive at 11:45..So in between 11:45 and 12:30 when he was discovered ,he was killed...Stevens was telling the truth...It couldn't have been him,because we saw him walking around at the time..Our killer is someone else." I said.

"We are going to call his phone Kev..Maybe you'll hear it and find it." said Hop...

I motioned to Sepia to follow me with the Ipad mini....

We walked down the aisle and then down into the cargo basement where Mickey Stevens was being detained...

"Hey man...somebody's phone dial tone is going off like crazy down here..." he said.

"Yeah...that's what we are looking for..."I said..Sepia and I and a female crew member walked down the aisle ,past his dead body and we found his other cell phone lying on the floor...

"He was on here texting ,or reading his texts when he was hit from behind and knocked down..he dropped his phone and it slid all the way down here...That makes sense..."I said.

Sepia picked it up...

"It's locked..."she said.

"We need his password or his fingerprint." I said and placed his finger on the phone...

It opened up his phone and there ,Sepia and I saw not only the texts, but the name of the person he more than likely was talking to...

"Elizabeth Alexander..." I said.

Sharon was now on the line...

"Did you say Elizabeth Alexander?" asked Sharon..

"Yeah, you know her?" I asked..

''Sure do...She's ex-FBI and according to this manifest...She's ON YOUR FLIGHT!!" she said..

(DEFINITELY TO BE CONTINUED!)