The Merry Widows

Three Days Later-

A Saturday Morning....Monica and I were in Monique's Domicile on the first floor of our Duplex...

I had been living with my wife and her twin sister for two years now...I loved it...I couldn't ask for a better more supportive sister in law than Monique...

My wife's identical twin....She had liked me from day one...When Monica took me to meet her family...She was almost like my sister at times.....

She was getting married soon..but the good news was...She wasn't moving...Her and The Lieutenant were planning to live with us...

This made me feel even better...

On this particular morning...I was in the kitchen fixing pancakes and sausage....And Monique was washing and getting ready to style my wife's hair...

"That smells good Nate." said Monica...

"It does....ouuuuu and I like that he cleans as he goes....Sis, you got a goldmine of a husband...I hope I have what you two have...." she said, smiling...

"You will....The Lieutenant loves the ground you walk on..." said Monica..

"So how is your case going..?" she asked..

"Nate and I looked at all four of the wives.... All of them are undocumented  aliens from Russia and Eastern Europe....All of them were here on temporary work visas and got green cards as a result of marrying an American man..."said Monica..

"From what we were able to ascertain from interviews with the families, friends, business associates...None of the women or these men knew each other or ran in the same circles..We've identified them as Ivanka Trioika, 26, Ivana Trulenk, 25, Tiffany Illyach, 23 and Kelly Yanovench, 24." I said.

"All of them had the same Lawyer ironically enough who helped them enter the U.S. and secured their visas...A Man named Henrique Swanson...We are hunting him now...No calls have been returned from his phone.." said Monica..

"All the girls had million dollar insurance policies on their husbands, which they wasted no time collecting, once their husbands were safely in the ground." I said.

"And here is the rub....They all made huge deposits of wait for it...One million dollars into one account."Helen Robinson"...I'm betting Helen Robinson is a dummy account...It's in the Caymen Islands..."said Monica.

"We had to dig...Cross referencing their financials...Credit Cards, Debit Cards..All which were bogus and search for work records...Get this...None of the men knew each other...but all of the girls worked out of a sleazy hotel and bar and apparently knew each other..." I said.

"So where are these Merry Widows?" asked Monique...

"Another mystery....All four women have dropped completely out of sight....Not a trace of them anywhere...Nate and I went to the former homes of the millionaires, the girls had cleared out...

We went to several apartments...It appears the girls packed up and got out of town." said Monica.

"You think these girls are murderers?" asked Monique..

"Come on girls...Breakfast is ready....No...these girls don't appear to have the skill set for that...I checked with Russia...None of the girls had a criminal record...But they apparently answered an ad, originating here in Philadelphia....Promising them a life of wealth and leisure..."I said, smiling sheepishly...

"They were mail order brides.." said Monique...

"I tell you...She is the daughter of Ray Talbert...."laughed Monica...

Their father, Detective Ray "Slick" Talbert was a legend on the Philadelphia Police Force.. solving over 400 homicides....Monica and I were close to eclipsing his record....

"They were Mail Order Brides...They married wealthy guys...all twenty some years older than them...They lived well for awhile and then their husbands met their tragic fates and they collected the insurance and deposited it in this Helen Robinson's account...and vanished..."said Monica.

"Which leads us to today....We want to find out if there are any more girls, how they get in...What's going on and who is this Helen Robinson"? I said.

"Baby, if I had known you could cook this good....I'd of given you some a lot sooner." joked Monica...

"I'm sure she's made up for it, hasn't she brother in law?" joked Monique...

I smiled sheepishly....She certainly has!

II-

Two days later....Monica and I met with Kylie....

''So what did you find out girl?" asked Monica..

"I thought Monique was going to braid your hair?" asked Kylie..

''She was, but I changed my mind for the time being.. She washed it and straightened it.Maybe after this case is over." said Monique...

''Well, they got a slick operation.. I used one of my plain clothes cops.. A young white girl....Me being a soul sista and all...would have looked out of place....There is this waterfront bar...It's down a bit from Zig's place...Guess who the owners are listed as?" asked Kylie...

"That would be the mysterious Helen Robinson and Henrique Swanson..." I said.

"You're right on it Nate....I've had plain clothes guys on this bar for three days now....The set up is sweet...See, the client comes in and talks to the barmaid , who points him to a backroom...My guess is that this is where money is exchanged and a girl is picked....They have a book of photographs and you pick from the book...The money is paid upfront and the client goes to the bar,orders a drink and waits until he is told to go outside... He goes outside and he's picked up in a car....The car takes him down the street to a hotel...The hotel is where all the babes are...and the client goes in and is serviced by the girl of his choice.  The Hotel was in receivership up until last summer when it was purchased by...you guessed it...Helen Robinson and Henrique Swanson..." said Kylie..

"These girls are lured here by this ad.. They are all illegals....Once here.. they are told they have to work it off.. on their backs...." I said.

"But our four girls in question were special...weren't they?" asked Monica..

"Yes....All four of our playboy millionaire socialites came here....I've got Street and Traffic Cam footage of them here...

and we hacked into the bar and the hotel's security camera footage...going back as far as a year ago....These four girls were their favorites , Ivanka Trioika, 26, Ivana Trulenk, 25, Tiffany Illyach, 23 and Kelly Yanovench, 24." ...In other words.. They were repeat customers and hand picked to be their girls...Two of the girls had been models for Victoria's Secret..." said Kylie.

''And they married them? Working girls..??" I said astounded..

"The power of the pantayyyyyyyyyyyyyys" said Monica..

Kylie laughed and high fived her...

"These girls rocked those guys worlds in the bed.....and marriages were arranged and accidents as well..."said Kylie..

"Sweet operation...Tell your team to stay on it....but not to hit the bar or the hotel until we say so..." I said.

"The Merry Widows are missing....We can't find any trace of the four of them...They left all of their last known residences, paid up...Everything!" said Kylie..

"They've probably left town....As of now...They aren't important....We are searching for a killer or killers and whoever is behind this ..This murderous scam." said Monica.

"I still don't understand how men with so much money and affluence  allowed themselves to be drawn into such a murky plot...You would have thought they'd be shrewder, especially with so much money on the line." I said.

"Come on Nate... A woman works her magic in the bed the right way and most men, are reduced to mush..."laughed Monica..

"Look at you Nate...Up and coming detective on the rise...Gets promoted to Homicide and look at you now...Monica has you wrapped around her finger...And has since day one....The power of the pan-tayyys."said Kylie...

"She's my partner and training officer...." I said.  I was still ,technically being trained in Homicide by Monica..

"And training has never been so much fun ,huh?" laughed Kylie..

I smiled sheepishly...

"It has it's benefits." I said.

"Awww Kylie...Don't make my baby blush...." laughed Monica, who hugged me and kissed me on the cheek...

I had to admit...When I came to Homicide...I thought my partner was going to be some fat, overweight white guy , or old Balding Black guy with a pot belly.. who was about to retire....I was over the moon when I realized it was Monica, that cute girl I had first met in the hallway by the soda machine a few years back...Marriage was the farthest thing from my mind....I did want to sleep with her...badly....desperately....

Because of Monica's unique powers, she knew....but she also knew that I began to care about her too.. beyond sex....The rest is of course.. History...We've been married now for almost two years....and been very successful as a crime fighting duo...

"Seriously speaking though....What do we do now....I can't find anybody named Helen Robinson that fits our suspect.....I'm beginning to think that this person doesn't exist..." said Kylie..

"The Caymen Islands was no help at all...They don't know or they aren't willing to help us with who the owner of the account is.." said Monica.

"But the account is very active....It's a multi-million dollar account...Payments are made to employees of the hotel and bar on a weekly basis and the account is steadily growing...For a lady so wealthy, I found no property and no automobiles at all in her name in the city of Philadelphia or the surrounding suburbs...and every credit card and debit card is bogus...Helen Robinson is a front, maybe for a number of people..." I said.

"So close...and yet so far....We gotta stay on this...I'm certain the answer is somewhere close to us.."said Monica..

III-

It was closer than we knew...At our squadroom...Monique visited Lieutenant Cotton, her fiance...

"Hey baby..." she said..

"Hey...What are you doing here?" asked Lieutenant Cotton...

"I came to see you for a change....I have our wedding invitations...I thought you'd like to see them..." she said and showed them to him..

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm nice......Wowwwwwwwwwwwww!" he said,laughing...

"Silly goose...I know you don't care about things like this....I just thought I'd show you.." she said laughing..

He pulled her to him...

"You may be right...but I do care about you....and everything about you..." he said and kissed her passionately....

''Wow! and to think...I was the one who was crazy about you when I first met you...Never knew you'd be crazy about me too!" she said.

"Why Not?" he asked as he took his foot and closed the door to his office...

"Because..you spent all that time with my sister...you knew her first...you trained her...you mentored her.." said Monique in between kisses....

"Mo-Mo is like yourself a beautiful woman....Best Homicide detective I ever trained...Bar none...I mean Nate and Kylie are close to being her equal, but they still have a ways to go...Monica is a natural...but she's my buddy...my little sister...You on the other hand...Lawd....All I can think about when I'm around you is..." he moaned..

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm...I get it.." she said and continued kissing him.....

He put her on his desk, after he cleared it off and softly slid her panties down and off...

''Frankieeeeeeeeeee...We are going to get caught." she said..giggling..

"All my detectives are out on call and most of the uniforms are out with them...There is like three people in here, and I'm certain they are headed to lunch right now.." he said.

He kissed her neck, her earlobes ,her eyelids and finally her lips...He lifted her up and put her on her desk....He slipped her panties down and unzippered his trousers and let them drop to his ankles...He hoisted her up on her desk and entered her slowly and gently...but firmly...

She was so turned on by him ,she didn't know how to resist him...She would never ever admit that to him...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuu..oh my goodness Frankie...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."she moaned...."I'm gonna hurt you...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."she moaned...

"Come on Sugar Baby, you want this as much as I do.."he said..

''Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu yes....yesssssssssss..."she moaned...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ouuuuuuu lawddd...ohhhhhhhhh.."he moaned as he entered in and out of her warm lusciousness...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Frankie.....Frankie...............ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu lawdddd, Frankie.....Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god...ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu.."she moaned...

The desk rocked something terrible...

"Ohhhh Sugar baby,I need you..I need this so much...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ouuuuuuu lawddd...ohhhhhhhhh...."he moaned as Monique kissed him passionately...

Her lips were as soft as butter...He was losing his mind...

He had been making sweet love to her for close to AN HOUR...He couldn't get enough... She had come multiple times and was shaking and sweating...She felt so good, she slapped him in the face several times...

Finally he came so hard...he was at once frightened....

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.." he moaned and shook like an Earthquake...

"Ouuuuu Frankieeeeeeeeeee.."she squealed in delight....

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww lawwd!" he bellowed....

 Monique picked up her panties off the floor and slipped them back on...She fixed her clothes and tried to fix her hair in the mirror...She put her make up back on....

Lt. Cotton zippered his trousers....and fixed his suit....

Monique straightened him up as best she could..

''Take me home...I have to change my clothes and take a shower after this...I'm just going to be late, coming back from lunch...."she said.

Lt. Cotton grinned raffishly....

"Of course." he said..

They quietly exited his office.. Uniforms were starting to re-enter the office now as was some of the Detectives...Mainly Monica, Myself  and Kylie...

We hadn't even had lunch yet..We were so busy with this case, that wasn't officially a case when we got a most unwelcome visitor...

FBI Special Agent, Ed Lawlor... Monica's ex-boyfriend and a guy who had worked a murder kidnap case with her once..

He looked at me like I was dirt.....He ignored Kylie and addressed Monica..

"Eddie, what are you doing here?" she asked..

"I'm here because Your Hussssband and Detective White have been making inquiries with Homeland Security and The Russian government about some illegal girls who have been coming over and are involved in a mail order bride, prostitution scheme...And you have made several inquiries into a dummy account in the Cayman Islands connected to this account that is loaded with millions of dollars..." he said.

''All of this is connected to four homicides we are investigating..."I said.

He looked at me , the way an adult looks at a small child and smiled...I wanted to deck this guy..

"My husband is right.. This is all a part of our larger investigation..."said Monica...

"It's a little over your pay grade...That's why I'm here to take over the investigation..." he said.

"I decide what's over my detectives pay grade..." said Lt. Cotton....

"Frankie...I'm not trying to step on your toes here...but this has federal implications..." he said..

"Who decided that? You or the Bureau?" asked Lt. Cotton... "Because I think....I think you just want a chance to bother my little detective......My very married little detective...Go home Ed...." said Lt. Cotton...

"You know Frankie...I knew your father...He retired just as I was starting out..."said Ed Lawlor..

"How Lucky for him!" I said.

Monica, Monique and Kylie cracked up laughing....

Ed Lawlor stomped his foot and stormed out!

Lt. Cotton whispered to us...

"I'm going to have this office swept....If you don't absolutely need to be here...Take some laptops and a printer and set up somewhere else.. Meet somewhere else. .but keep working on this case.. I've got your backs for as long as I can...You know he's not done yet!" said Lt. Cotton.

"Yeah he's like a cheap suit...You can't seem to get rid of it.." I said.

Monique cracked up...

"Oh God I love him..." she said ,hugging me...

Kylie laughed herself...

Monica kissed me...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm...That makes it unanimous..." she said, smiling...

Still, we had a multiple murder case to crack....And we were only scratching the surface...

(TO BE CONTINUED)