The next morning...Monica and I stood in the Tony Condo of millionaire real estate baron and playboy, Efram Francis Graham..one of the wealthiest men in the city of Philadelphia..
Monica stared around...
The headboard was split in half...He saw us looking at the bed and smiled sheepishly...
"Things got a little hectic in here last night.." he said.
Efram pulled his bathrobe together..
He was the same age as Monica and me, Handsome, Urbane,Tan, Athletic build....With a goatee... He was wearing a nice fragrance...
"So Detectives ,what is this about?" he said..
"Yes...That is my fiancé , that you just saw..Whooooooooooo baby!" he said.
''Well besides the fact that you're not supposed to see the bride a week before you get married.. You could be in for some really bad luck if you marry her.." said Monica.
"WHAT?" he bellowed angrily!
"Yes...I left her my entire fortune upon my death...I love her ,I am crazy about her.." he said..
"Oh My God...Look...How much do you know about her?" I asked.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HER?" he asked..
"You met her in a bar didn't you? Down by the waterfront...Or you saw her photo...You were taken to a hotel...a few blocks away...You had a wonderful night...You went to see her again, several times...right? And now you're head over heels in love..." I said.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"What you say is preposterous...She's no gold digger...The pre nup was my idea.." he said.
"I'm sure it was...After the way she rocked your world in the bed...I'm sure it was..What do you really know about her?" asked Monica..
"Listen...I don't like this talk.." he said.
"I know four guys who wouldn't have liked this talk either...but this talk might have saved their lives if they had had it.." I said.
He looked at them...
"I don't know these women." he said.
Then I put photos of our four millionaires on the table..
"That's....Thomas Arrington, Robert Branton, Stanley Carson and Jerome Dodd... A,B, C, D....all rich,like you and all dead within months after their marriages...But..They were all married to four different women...These women ,Women who didn't appear to know each other...but who met them in that Bar and slept with them in that hotel...." I said..
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I have not eaten breakfast yet." said Efram....
The bloated body of Robert Branton , being pulled from the water....A scuba diving accident..
Stanley Carson and Jerome Dodd, blown to bits in two separate car explosions...
"Co-incidences? We thought so at first until we found out that all of these women worked out of the same bar and hotel, all of these women collected as soon as their husbands were in the ground and deposited their money into one dummy account..an account we believe is controlled by your wedding planner...And who might that be..
Helena Rubenstein?" asked Monica..
Efram looked afraid now..
"Yes.. How do you know that?" he asked.
"Henrique!!! He's dead??" he said.
"Yes..He was the attorney who handled the pre-nup and the purchasing of her green card..." he said.
"He was Ms. Rubenstein's partner....Until the Feds pre-maturely busted everyone in the hotel and bar and shut down the operation....His name just kept coming up too much..So they had him silenced.." I said.
"Oh My god!!!" he said..
He pointed to the bed..
He looked so sad...I kind of felt sorry for him...
Monica and I left.....I hoped he took what we said to heart...We didn't want another murder...
It was Kylie..
Monica and I arrived at the waterfront...A body was being pulled out of the water...
"You can tell by the size of the hole in his head?" I asked her...
"WHAT?" said Monica... This is police issue....A Glock Nine..." said Monica..
Her phone was ringing....
''Let me take this...Detective Monica Nellis- Homicide!!"she said.
"That was Ziggy....He's got Eddie at his bar...He says he's been beaten up pretty badly and he only has his underwear on....He said a cab dropped him off!" said Monica..
"Come on Partner...Let's go pick him up.." she said silently and sighed.....
"My Husband has spoken...and besides...He's the primary on this case." she said.
We walked in....Ed Lawlor was sitting at the bar, clad only in his boxer shorts and his undershirt....Upon seeing both of us, he winced...
"Eddie, you're in a hell of a lot of trouble, you know that...We have your gun with only your fingerprints on it and a dead man in the water...A dead man who was our suspect in four ,possibly five murders...." said Monica..
He ignored me and looked at Monica..
"Mo-Mo...I didn't kill him..I swear..." he said.
"You...You..You and your partner were right...He is your killer and she is the mastermind...I heard him confess to all of the murders...I followed you and your husband and your sister and the Lieutenant there...I broke into the basement...and he surprised me...we fought...I thought I had knocked him out, but he tasered me...They tied me up and tossed me in the shed...I was semi-conscious...I heard her, I heard her talking to him..Telling him to stay put, that the cops wouldn't think to look for him down here..in the basement of that parlor...Then this morning, she got a call from somebody, Somebody named Efram..He was canceling his wedding plans indefinitely...They quarelled it was pretty loud..Then I heard a gunshot...That's all I remember....Next thing I know...I'm in a cab...in my drawers....Mo-Mo, she took my suit and my gun..." he wailed...
"Zig...Call him a cab.....This should cover the ride to his apartment...." she said.
''Ummmmmmm, that felt good partner" she said.. "I know you love me...You're supposed to...Now come on."she said..and we continued kissing for a minute....
"Oh yeah..He drank three tall boys...I'll uh put it on your tab." laughed Ziggy...
We walked over to where she was sitting and sat down with her...
"Cops?" she asked..
"Yup" I said.
"You two really married?" she asked.
"We are...Almost two years now.." said Monica..
"Wow and you're partners...You two give off that vibe of being a couple." she said.
"Everybody tells us that." said Monica gushing..
"So is your sister a cop too?" asked Helena..
"Oh Nooo...She's a Doctor." said Monica..
''So she and Mr. Cotton are really getting married.?"she asked.
"Oh yeah...He's a cop...He's our boss...Lieutenant Cotton..." said Monica..
"Wow! You two caught me...Did you send that goofy FBI agent in too?" she asked.
"You liked that huh? Yeah it did have a bit of poetry to it.." she laughed..
"Finish your drinks...The officers are here to take you down.." said Monica.
Three uniformed officers were just arriving..
Helena looked at us...
"You know...I've pulled this same scam in other cities and you two were the first detectives to figure it out...I was usually gone before anybody got too close to me.." she said.
"Oh London, Paris, Berlin, Sydney, Chicago, New York ,Miami...Read some old news accounts of rather wealthy fellows who got married and had fatal accidents...That was me.. This aint my first rodeo as you Americans say...." she laughed as the officers read her her rights and took her away...
"Nice meeting you two...Monica, Nate" she said....
I was horrified...She was so non-chalant about murders....
"Yes dear heart...She's a psychopath....I scanned her mind...She's barren...No soul...No empathy, nothing.." said Monica..
She was soft and very warm....and I felt very safe as well as aroused at the moment!
The frightening thing is this just scratches the surface of the many murders...She is actually guilty of...We called detectives in London, Paris, Berlin, Sydney, Chicago, New York ,Miami and told them who we had in custody and told them to look into some mysterious deaths of wealthy men who married Russian mail order brides or prostitutes...They did and sure enough they found patterns...and declared and closed homicide investigations...With Helena facing the death penalty, there was no need to charge her or pursue her...
Helena would have the last laugh though...She was found dead in her cell on the eve of her execution...Heart Failure....I always thought you had to have a heart first!
FBI SPECIAL AGENT Ed Lawlor didn't get in any trouble...but the snickers and out right laughs he gets from his fellow agents is punishment enough....The humiliation of having his suit and his gun taken and Monica having to send him home in a cab in his boxers was embarrassing to the hilt.
"You like it Nate?" she asked.. She looked nervous..
"My baby likes it." she laughed...