Chasing Rainbows

 I feel like I've been chasing you all my life..
Come here baby, turn the lights down low
and listen to what I'm all about...
I've been feelin you and I suspect that if you
only knew..
You'd be feeling me too...
Come here girl...
turn the lights down low...
Come here check this out.../

I've been chasing rainbows..
looking for the fabled pot of gold
anxious to have and to hold..
Still chasing rainbows...
looking beyond just a good time...
waiting for the chance to make you mine....
So tired of chasing you...
what would you have me do?/

Fantasizing about girls like you...
used to fill most of my days..
but that was when I was young
and still trying to learn all of the plays...
Maybe I was young to you...
and still trying to get into the game...
but baby..I'm a grown man now...
who is hoping you'd see things my way....

I've been chasing rainbows..
looking for the fabled pot of gold
anxious to have and to hold..
Still chasing rainbows...
looking beyond just a good time...
waiting for the chance to make you mine....
So tired of chasing you...
what would you have me do?

No More treadmills..
I'm ready to get next to you...
ready to kiss and caress you too...
and anything else you'd let me do...
Girl, what are you so afraid of...
Let me put your mind a ease...
I've been known to love...
To love women oh so tenderly...
You've got to trust me...
If only you would trust me.../

I've been chasing rainbows..
searching for the fabled pot of gold
anxious to have and hold...
I'm so tired of chasing rainbows..
"Of Being a fool for love"
Maybe I'm looking beyond just a good time....
I'm waiting for the chance to get down for mine...
Tired of chasing you...
Could you give me just a minute of your time?

Sexilicious

First time that I saw you...
babe first time that I laid eyes on you...
First time that I saw you...
,You kinda stood out from the crowd..
You were lookin so good..
and walking so proud...
I was just so taken with you...
I wanted to just shout out loud.../

How do I get my hands on those hips?
How do I get my lips on those lips?/

Honey you're
Way past sexy...
baby you're ...
kind of delicious...
Girl you're like
a combonation of both...
Let me make a toast...
To you...
So I'll say that you're
sexilicious...
Yeah girl you're just
Sexilicious.../

Nobody walks the way you walk...
Nobody talks the way you talk..
Aint found nobody..
who smells as good as you do baby...
Nobody's skin is quite as soft..
All those other girls seem to turn me off..
Can't think of one other woman
who affects me like you do lady.../

And you're so nice...I think I gotta tell you twice..

Honey you're
Way past sexy...
baby you're ...
kind of delicious...
Girl you're like
a combonation of both...
so I'll say that you're
sexilicious...
Let me make a toast...
Yeah girl, to you..
you're just so...
Sexilicious.../

The Back Up Hard Drive

"One of your dead guys was of course Chessly Waters...He's kind of a middle man, and in this case, he also helped with the hit, it appears." said Lt.Sissy Van Buren of Homicide as we walked down the street drinking tumblers of hot steaming coffee one morning some weeks later...

"Yeah and the other guy?" I asked.

"Your other guy is real interesting....His name is Ivanek Zelkov...He's a Russian....Former KGB, recently, a contract killer...Known for doing good work...Good as in no clues, no body, no loose ends...He basically operates in the New York area....So somebody reached out big time with some big bucks to find him." she said.

''Westly East??? He doesn't strike me as the type to run with that crowd or know that type of crowd..." I said.

"No, not him...but his lawyer, Woodley Verizon....That's a whole nother story..He was a Public defender years ago and after that..he was a criminal defense lawyer for awhile...Then he went back to law school  for a spell and emerged as a corporate lawyer....Somehow or other he wound up being the CFO of the same foundation where Westly East is also a respected member." she said.

"Was a respected member?" I said and laughed..

Sissy Van Buren stopped walking and nearly spit her coffee out of her mouth...

''That's right..I read that piece you wrote on him in your magazine....and on the internet...that was really damaging....And your wife and a couple of other women are now suing him..is that right?" she asked.

"Yes...We got the five women who originally were interviewed by Bruce Harvey to come forward and my wife, a woman I work with and the wives of two attorneys that were at that function also came forth...." I said.

"Oh My God....And with the story running in all of the news media ,he must be feeling the heat..." she said.

''Yeah..I hear that the foundation has asked him to resign." I said.

"Guess your killer didn't kill or intimidate enough people fast enough." she said.

''Guess not." I said.

"We found blood and DNA in that van and on those instruments that match Bruce Harvey..We got DNA samples from his family members...He must have met a gruesome death." she said.

"Shame I can't locate his body or what may be left of it..." I said.

''Would you even want to?" She asked.

I shook my head.....Something she said bothered me though......

"Guess your killer didn't kill or intimidate enough people fast enough."

They certainly had the time to do it...We didn't know who they were....No, this was something more...I didn't see why I hadn't seen it before...The story about Westly East and his sexual harrassment was already out..The damage was already done...And the women had already been contacted and bribed and intimidated...The story was also dead on arrival when Bruce Harvey approached me about continuing the investigation!!
So why Kill him?  He had no story!!! Unless he did!!!!

II-

I went back to Bruce's house....I went through his computer files...It was as I had suspected..Someone had been here before me and had stripped the hard-drive...But if he was like most writers I knew...He kept a back up somewhere.

I went back to his newspaper...I asked several people about Bruce...His friends, his close confidents and finally,I was given a key to his office....Someone had been in here too and tossed it....

Once again...A dead end....Just as I was about to bag it and call it a day...

"I think you were looking for this!" came a female voice...It was Valerie Bonnet!!!

"You work here?" I asked astonished as she stood in the doorway with a laptop.

"Yes....I'm a columnist...I was doing a story on Westly East and he damn near raped me as I told you....and surprisingly enough..When Bruce started doing his story on him...I was one of the last people to step forward and tell my story....But Bruce was on to another story..something even deeper..... He gave me this laptop and told me to hold on to it ,just in case something happened to him..." she said and handed me the Laptop!

I went through his files and here was a story about flat out corruption at the foundation...  He had documentation of money being embezzled..Lots of money!! Of money being laundered for known Drug Kingpins from New York City,Here in Philadelphia and Atlantic City..and several off shore accounts being opened in the Bahamas and the Caymen Islands...

Woodley Verizon could have cared less about Westly East and his sexcapades...He used that for a cover....What he really didn't want was Bruce Harvey blowing the whistle on THIS!!!!!

So he contacted Chestly , who put him in touch with a cold blooded hitter from New York and had Bruce Harvey wiped out....Apparently he was still trying to make sure there was no remnants of THIS story around...

"Thank You...This is the missing link in my case...This guy is going to pay." I said.

"What about Bruce?" she asked.

"I don't know about Bruce....but I'm pretty sure he's probably dead." I said and hung my head.

III-

Penns Landing in the fall is still beautiful...People still walk around and stare out at the ocean and shop and sight see... Rich movers and shakers like Woodley Verizon hung around these parts also.

He was there....In a very expensive ,I'm sure Grey Suit at one of the outdoor cafe's drinking a martini and laughing with several nice looking and well dressed young ladies when I showed up...

"Mr. V... Can I have a moment of your time." I asked with a smile..

Despite the fact that I had on an equally expensive tailored suit and tie...The women looked at ume and got the impression I was a thug...They got up and left within minutes...

Woodley didn't flinch...He cooly looked at me and smirked...

"Kevin Morris....so at last we meet eh?  Hey , did you find Bruce Harvey?" he asked and laughed.

"No...You talk to him lately?" I asked.

"No...I haven't..You know you could have been like him too...Missing..Had I of known you were snoopin around helpin him...but I guess you just lucked out, huh?" he laughed.

"You're pretty cocky Mr. V." I said.

"Why shouldn't I be?" he asked.

"Because your two hitmen are dead....I have phone records that tie them to you and phone records and testimony that you called and tried to intimidate those five women in the sexual harrassment suit.." I said.

"Really?   and what do you think I'd get for all that...if I got anything at all..Probation?" he laughed.

"Maybe more ." I mused.

"You got nothin..nothin ,so get out of here...I'm tired of lookin at you, ya rent a cop." he smirked.

"How about embezzlement...wire tap fraud, money laundering....and the best part, frozen off shore accounts that you can't use anymore...I found the back up hard drive...I turned it in to the FBI.....If you look to your right...That's them rushing over here now with those shotguns...." I laughed...

His eyes got as large as saucers........Agent Frank Cotton and close to twenty FBI agents grabbed Woodley Verizon and put him in handcuffs....He looked like he wanted to faint...

''Are you okay Verizon??" asked an FBI agent...

"Ohhh..Ohhhhh...Ohhh lawd...I can't...I can't breath...Ohhhhhhhhh.." he wailed as they dragged him to the FBI Van...

"Oh Lawddddd..Ohhhhh my God....Jesus help me....I can't breathe..ouuuuuu..ohh lawddddddd..I feel faint.... Help me Lord...ohhhhhhhhhh.." he continued to wail as he was practically dragged away!

I stood there laughing......I looked up at the sky...

"That one was for you Bruce."I said silently.

EPILOUGE:

Woodley Verizon was convicted of wire fraud, embezzlement, money laundering and an assortment of other crimes...He got close to 25 five years in a federal penitentary. There was no evidence to indict him for conspiracy in the probable death of Bruce Harvey.

Bruce Harvey was never seen or heard from again and his body has never been found..He was declared legally dead!

Westly East entered sexual rehab..From what I heard, he's doing pretty good!

Sepia and I enjoyed a delicious meal at Minay Jordan's loft...Ralph Scallion, her boyfriend and chef had prepared the meal....

"Minay , your place is beautiful.." said Sepia...

"Thank you Sepia....This is one of Chris and Chess's properties." she said..

"Wow...Bonita and I have got to get with them and get the name of some contractors..They did a wonderful job on this property." said my wife...

"Hey Kev...you like my main course?" asked Ralph Scallion...

"Mannn you put your foot in this food as usual." I said....

"Hey man, I heard you cracked another case...Did you ever find that reporter?" asked
Ralph.

I sighed....

"No...but his death was avenged...and where-ever he is..I'm sure he knows that." I said .

I'll See You In Paradise

Acting on a hunch...Kool Kat ,Clerow ,Owen Todd and I drove out to a Hess Station about two miles from where we had found Bruce Harvey's Pathfinder a day before. We showed the proprieter a photo of Bruce Harvey and sure enough, he remembered seeing him two nights before!

I identified myself as a licensced private investigator and the manager of the Hess station showed me the video from two nights before.  There was Bruce Harvey entering the store at about 1:15 AM in the morning...buying a pack of cigarettes and asking for directions... There was another man behind him...The man looked about six foot three, ,slim athletic look with a very pronounced jaw...kind of like Jay Leno's..He was white and had cold blue eyes and an expressionless face..

They didn't stay long....Bruce Harvey passed the cigarettes to the man who was with him...He looked a bit nervous....The parking lot video showed a white van parked next to his Pathfinder....Bruce and this man got into his Pathfinder.. The Van followed the Pathfinder out of the Hess Station.... The film was so good...I was able to get a licensce plate number....This was my first solid lead in days...

"What next boss?" asked Clerow.

"I agree with Kool Kat that Bruce Harvey is more than likely dead and these two guys more than likely did it...I'm going to Robert Foxworth's office... He's got a pal in records who can get me an address on this van and a name.."I said.

"Unless that van was stolen." said Kool Kat.

"Yeah, you're right..and if it was...Then we back to square one...Which is nothin." I said.

"Well..We can only Hope Right?" added Owen Todd...The young protogee of Donald Smooth, who had joined us on this trip..

I smiled at him..."Yeah, we can only hope."

II-

Later on that day ,I was in Robert Foxworth's Office...I had given his young protogee' ,
Chance Howard, the Licensce Plate number we had pulled and asked him to contact their pal in Records and get me an address and possibly a name for the owner of that van.

"I'm on it Kev." he said as he left...

Robert motioned for me to come into his conference room....I followed him...To my surprise, there was my wife, Sepia, His wife Bonita..Sean Jackson, His Wife, Sheila and Attorney Conrad Nelson and his wife, Jill..Also there was the young cocktail waitress who I'd seen Westly East assaulting at the NAACP Banquet....

"Sepia?? , Sean...What are you doing here?" I asked....

"I'll tell you Kev...We are all going to issue a class action suit against Westly East...For sexual harrassment....Those five women won't talk for some reason, but We intend to talk and testify against him...He is not going to intimidate us..." said Robert Foxworth..

"Okay guys..That's great.." I said.

"I'm sorry about Mr. Harvey...and I'm sorry about the expose he may have been writing that you missed out on...but here is a good story here..right from the horses mouth." said Robert Foxworth...

I was a writer..First and foremost...and here was the story, I could be writing...
So I wrote...I took Sheila's story, My wife Sepia's story and Jill Nelson's Story....Sean Jackson took photos of all of them... And I emailed it to my computer at home to prepare for publication.

I had the names of the five women who had first accussed him of sexual harrassment...
I decided to go to their homes and interview them the next day.

This was not as easy as I thought...Four of the women refused to talk to me at all and had told me that they were now going to retract their statements of before and that they wished to remain anonymous...

The fifth woman ,however did meet with me at Robert's office...Her name was Valerie Bonnett.   She once worked as Westly East's Administrative Assistant...She told me that a man, Woodley Verizon offered her a large sum of money to retract her testimony.
She said that she at first refused...Then she got a call from another man...A man who she said had a middle eastern accent that warned her that if she didn't take the offer, she might have a very fatal accident...

She told Robert Foxworth and I that the other women had gotten the same calls, one from this Woodley Verizon and another from a strange man with an accent...After Bruce Harvey vanished..They got another call telling them that the same thing could happen to them if they chose to keep talking about Mr. East.

"Counselor...Do you know this Woodley person?" I asked Robert Foxworth after Ms.Bonnett left our office.

"Yeah..He's a lawyer..He works for Westly East's foundation...."  said Robert Foxworth...

"These are some serious charges." I said.

"Damn sure is..Thing is..None of those women will walk in a courtroom or talk to a policemen about it...We'll never prove it." said Robert Foxworth...

He was right.

Chance Howard walked in the office just then....

"Jackpot Mr. Kevin...I got a name and an address...Chessly Waters is the owner...He's an ex-con...Local Hood...The van is registered to him....This is the address." he said.

"Thanks Chance...." I said.

"Were are you going Kev?" Asked Robert Foxworth....

"I'm going to catch a couple of killers...Call Kool Kat..Tell him to meet me at this address." I said as I left.

III-

Finding the white van was easy enough.....It was parked in a seedy neighborhood in front of two other white vans...but it was easily indentifiable by the licensce plate...
I got out of my car and studied the van closely... I couldn't really see inside of it...I looked at the address...It matched...Still I was confused...Chessly Waters was a low level hood and nowhere near six four...Plus , he was black...definitely not middle eastern and not the man I saw in the video...Could I have followed the wrong lead??

I walked around the back of the house...I saw nothing...I picked the lock and let myself in....It was eerily quiet...Too quiet!!!  I walked around....When I got to the living room...I smelled a horrible , but familliar smell...It was the smell of death....and there on the couch, sat Chessly Waters....Black, about five foot three, 200 pounds...and very dead, with a nice neat hole in his head....His body felt warm..Like he'd just been killed...

I needed to find a light switch...I had the funny feeling that somebody else was in the house...You know how you just have that feeling that someone is watching you? I had it now...I sure wished I had waited for Clerow and Kool Kat and Owen Todd! Or maybe had come with Robert or Chance...Anyone!!!

The large hands wrapped a garotte around my neck with ease and began squeezing...I never saw it coming...The more I struggled...The more I lost air...He was squeezing and the garotte was starting to cut a line in my neck ...This man was big...about six feet four and definitely white...with bad breath too...

"You shouldn't have come here..You should have left this whole matter alone....You wanted to know what became of Bruce Harvey? Now you will know...You'll join him in death.....You'll see him in paradise...." came the voice...

"ARgggggghhhhhhh..can I just say one thing?" I gasped as I struggled with him..

"What is that?"he asked...

"Man ,did you ever think of buying a  pack of  tic tacs...your breath stinks man." I gasped..

"Whyyyy youuuuuuu!!!!" he screamed....

I had just enough of a break to slam my elbow into his adams apple.....

'' Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he gasped as I broke free and landed a nice well placed flat footed kick to his jaw , which sent him flying into the wall...My kick boxing instructor would have been proud!!

He was a tough one....I said before that he was big..He charged at me full force..throwing haymakers...My boxing training kicked in, I ducked his blows...I landed solid lefts and rights to his body and an upper cut that nearly ripped his head off..

He charged me again and I landed several lefts and rights to his head and face, sending him flying.... He pulled the rug from under me and sent me falling to the floor...I fell and before I could move, He was on me and had my neck  in a vice like grip....

"I will see you in Paradise...." he said as he began choking me...

"You'll be there first damnit" came a voice and three loud gunshots!


Blood and brains were splattered all over the wall and my would be attacker was now in the middle of the living room floor, as dead as a doorknob!

It was Kool Kat and Clerow!!! They had followed me and found the address...Kool Kat had shot him with his .44 magnum....

"Whew!! Boy am I glad to see you.." I said.

"Kev..What I tell you about going to these spots alone...With no back up?" the big man chided me..

"You alright Boss?" asked Clerow...

I smiled...

"Yeah... Just glad to be alive...That's all..." I said.

"Yeah...you're in better shape than laughin boy here on the floor."said Kool Kat.

"Or that dude in the livin room." said Clerow.

I shook my head..They were right!

IV-

Inside the white van was huge hacksaws, bolt cutters, body bags, bleach, latex gloves and bloody clothing that I'm sure was set to be burned or discarded....This was a murder van..The type used for dismembering and disposing of bodies....Only our two killers would never be able to tell us anything...They were both dead...


"Well? What now Kev?" asked Kool Kat.

"I'm going to call the cops..tell em where they can find these two....We are going home."I said.

"These two probably killed Bruce Harvey." said Clerow.

"More than likely..but they'll never be able to tell us now." I said.

"Let's go home guys.....I'm going to finish this." I said.

(Conclusion Next!)

As If He Were Never Here

A day went by and still no word came from Bruce Harvey...I called both of his numbers again and got no answer from either...I drove by the house once again....No signs of life...In fact there was two days worth of mail on the porch...I talked to the neighbors on both sides of the street...No one had seen or heard from Bruce in two days...

Later on that night...I came back with Clerow, Lockpick Johnson and Kool Kat...Lockpick Johnson got us inside and Owen Todd, a new associate of Chris and Chess waited outside in the car , ready to warn us and aide us if we should suddenly have any house guests.

I insisted that everyone wear latex gloves...If this was to be a crime scene ,I didn't want mine or my friends fingerprints or DNA on anything.

"Doesn't look like anybody has been here in days Kev." said Clerow..

''Yeah , this is strange, since dude was at my job and was supposed to hook up with me today." I said.

Kool Kat turned on some lights and we walked through the house...There was no sign of forced entry...The place was clean and immaculate....At least, downstairs...Upstairs was another story....The bed was unmade and the shower was dripping as though someone had just taken a shower... There was socks on the floor and clothes in a hamper...It looked as if someone had gotten dressed in a hurry and left..but why and where?

I checked his phone messages...There was several from me and a couple with strange breathing on it...nothing more.

We checked his basement....A very nice wide flat screen Television, a Waterbed, a couch and two speaker towers as well as an ipod set up... A closet full of liquor and wine that hadn't been opened...but nothing else.

"That's it guys...Nothing Here....Let's go Home." I said.

"It looks like the cat was just here and then went out." said Lockpick Johnson.

"Yeah Boss...Like he was just here." said Clerow.

"He was.  Two days ago." I said as we turned the lights out, and departed his house. This was very strange!

II-

The next day, I checked his credit cards for any activity....There was none past three days before and there was none on his debit cards either....I had a friend that worked in Telephone security..We checked his telephone activity....All of the calls on his phone made in the past three days were from me....prior to that, there were calls to the office, calls to Rollie Rollerson's office, calls to five women who he had identified as the women who were pressing charges against Westly East and one call from Westly East. The other calls were routine calls, Bill collectors, wrong numbers, utilities , food orders et al.  Nothing mysterious or out of the order.

His cell phone was another matter...After I weeded out the calls I made, and other routine things..There was a series of calls being made from one number to his cell phone.  These calls weren't from me and they were made after his disapearence!!!  Several of the calls were made today!!!!

My friend at Telephone security told me that the calls seemed to be checking voicemail on his cell phone..He pinpointed the pay phone from which the call came from....I picked up Clerow and we drove out to the pay phone...

"Hard to believe there is a workin payphone now of days." said Clerow...

"Yeah, well cell phone batteries run down all the times and sometimes you need a pay phone." I said as we approached the busy corner where the phone was..

It was a busy street corner....Several people were using the phone as we pulled up.

"Man, you won't get no prints off that phone....All these people usin it..Whoever called his phone from that payphone is long gone by now boss." said Clerow.

''Yeah man..This is all kinds of dead ends." I said.

We pulled off.

III-

I remembered something Peeping Tom had told me about Cell Phones and cell phone towers..  I drove over to the Telephone Security office and found my friend there, who shall remain anonymous for now..He took the wireless number I gave him and traced it for activity....He was able to pinpoint where the last bit of activity came from and tell me exactly where the last ping from Bruce Harvey's cell phone originated from...I now had a location...It was off the interstate , right outside of the city limits...

When Sepia went missing that time she had the car accident, that was how I had found her, by tracing the cell phone and the GPS unit...It was a long shot...but it was all I had.  I got Clerow and Kool Kat and we drove out to where the last ping on Bruce Harvey's cell phone had been transmitted.

"I appreciate you guys coming out here with me." I said as I drove towards the area where the last ping had been heard.

''Don't mention it Kev..hanging with you is the only excitement in my otherwise dull daily existence." joked Kool Kat from the back seat... Clerow who was riding shotgun just grinned.

The Car, a 2011 Pathfinder wasn't hard to spot...It was parked right off of the interstate......For the first time in two days...My search had yielded something concrete...I recognized the car..It was Bruce Harvey's alright.
It had his Alpha Phi Alpha-1906 Fraternity license plate on the front and back of it...It had a black air freshener hanging on the inside.

We got out of our car...I was afraid I was going to find Bruce Harvey inside the car, shot to death!  Not so..He was nowhere to be found... The door was open...Inside was his driver's license, his cell phone and his car keys....This was very,very odd!

'This makes no sense...A brand new ride like this, just left here...In the open...Drivers License, Car keys, and smartphone here on the front seat...." I mused.

"It don't seem right boss...and look..it's his wallet." said Clerow...

It certainly was...The wallet had all of his credit cards and debit cards in it as well as close to $300.00 in twenties....Bruce had to be somewhere around...Somewhere near by....Nobody would leave all of this stuff out in the open like this....

Kool Kat stood guard while Clerow and I fanned out and attempted to look for him... but, it was wide open spaces...No trees, no woods, no underbrush..and no sign of Bruce Harvey!!!

"Kev...this dude is dead." said Kool Kat solemnly...

"Nobody leaves a new ride , credit cards, car keys, cell phone,dough and what not out here in the open like this....  He either wants to be missing or he dead man..straight up." said Kool Kat.

Neither Clerow ,nor I could argue with him.... I picked up my cell phone and called Lt.Sissy Van Buren of Philadelphia Homicide...I filled her in with all that I knew and within 90 minutes, She, three homicide detectives and several uniformed  cops were scouring the area , along with a tow truck... There was no sign of Bruce Harvey at all....

IV-

A few hours later, I was at home....I was in my living room staring out the window...Sepia was in the kitchen cooking dinner and talking to Bonita Foxworth, who had dropped by...My mind was far away from their conversation...How could someone just vanish into thin air like that?  I had just talked to this man the day before..and now he was gone as if he was never here...I didn't like it...and I didn't accept it..Somebody was responsible and someone was going to pay!

(To Be Continued...)

Any Other Day

I awoke at sunrise....Sepia was sleeping softly beside me..She had pushed the covers off of her self sometime that night.. She was lying face down..Her nice cocoa brown skin glistening in the sunlight...

She was wearing a flimsy little yellow nightie..I ran my hand along her beautiful shapely legs, up to her buttocks and squeezed them gently...She moved her hand softly over my arm and silently whispered..

"What are you doing?"..

I smiled and whispered.."Mrs. Morris..I'm sexually harrassing you."

"You can't do that...I have a husband..." she whispered back...

"Oh..I don't think he'll mind.." I said with a laugh...

She rolled over..Eyes open now and just grinned...

"Okay then...but you'd better make it quick..we don't want to get caught.."

I climbed on top of her, slipped her panties down and took them off of her and then eased myself slowly into her .......

She felt warm and wet and more than willing to take all of me inside of her as I gently and slowly began to thrust....

We both moaned in ecstacy as we continued to make sweet love.....

I moved in to kiss her and she moved her head away..

"Uh Uh...no kissin...neither of us has brushed our teeth yet ." she said as we continued to make love slowly...

We carried on like that for close to an hour before I believe we both climaxed simultaneously...

"Ummmmmm that was good...I needed that." she said as she rested her head in my arms.

"I needed it too." I said.

"You always need it" she laughed.

I got up and headed towards the shower...I turned it on...While I was waiting for the water to get nice and hot...I said to my wife-

"Guess what?  I'm supposed to meet with that reporter..Bruce Harvey today.."

"The one doing the investigative report on that horn dog Westly East?" she asked...

"One and the same.." I said.

"Good...Somebody needs to expose his ass, Nasty buzzard." she snapped.

I chuckled as I got into the shower.

II-

I showered, shaved and got dressed.....Sepia had prepared breakfast..Two eggs scrambled light, Bacon, Toast and a tumbler of coffee...While eating, I decided to call Bruce and let him know I was coming...

His phone rang several times before going to voicemail.  That was his cell phone number. I decided to call his landline phone...Again...It rang and rang and went into voicemail...That was odd..Maybe he was in the shower...He did say that he wasn't married and that he lived alone.

"You working today?" I asked Sepia.

''Yes sirr." said my wife...  I pulled her to me and attempted to kiss her but she moved her face away again...

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"Two things...I've got lipstick and make up on now and I don't want it getting all mussed up and two, if we start kissin, we gone end up in bed again and neither of us is going to get anything done today." she said with a smile.

"You're right...I'll see you tonight." I said.

"Okay Kev...Tonight is a different story." she said with a sexy wink as I went out the door and got in my car.

Bruce Harvey drove a black 2011 Nissan Pathfinder...I drove down his block and parked...Funny..but his car was nowhere around...I looked on both sides of the street..Nothing!

I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell...There was no answer..I waited about 15 minutes and rang the doorbell several times..No answer!  I called his cell phone...Now surprisingly it went straight to voicemail...  I called his landline phone...It rang and rang and rang and finally went over to voicemail...

Could he have forgotten that we were supposed to meet?  I decided to drive to his office at the newspaper and catch him there.

Another bust...Nobody in his office had seen him since late last night...He was expected in at 9:00..It was already 10:30 am and he hadn't shown....I called both of his numbers again...and again there was no answer...

I talked to two people, The night janitor and an employee who said they saw him leave at around midnight the night before.. I asked a few people who knew him if there were any spots where he went to drink after work...

"He was known to stop in the Mermaid Club for a drink or two and maybe Jake's Hot Dog joint for a bite to eat..That's all I know." said another reporter who was close to him.

I drove over to the Mermaid Club....I asked Joe Neptune about him...He knew him, but hadn't seen him in about two days...I then went to Jake's Hot dog joint... Neither Jake , nor any of his employees had seen him either....

I drove back to his office...He hadn't called, nor had he showed up...I was now very concerned...I called his home phone and his cell and still got nothing..I drove back to his block and waited..It was now 3:00 pm...No sign of his car...His door was locked and his blinds were closed.

I went from door to door, talking to his neighbors...Asking if they had seen Him..One thing was sure..All of them had seen him in the morning the day before..Leaving for work..It was trash day and he had tripped and fell down the steps bringing his trash out and had cursed loudly...

One person had seen him around noon, come in, change his clothes and leave again...That would have been right before I saw him...No one saw him after that....I know that after he left me..He apparently went back to work..because he was there until midnight....

I went back to his office and looked at the tapes...and sure enough..he's leaving the lobby alone at 12:15AM......He's on the tape...and that is the last known time that he was seen by anyone!..

I was beginning to get a bad feeling about this....but no...We weren't investigating a gangster or an agent or something...Just a guy that couldn't keep his hands out of some woman's pants or up her skirt...This wouldn't warrant this!

Then again, maybe he got a line on something else...Another story..Another witness..He'd call me ...I was sure of it!

This had started off like any other day and now it had become something else all together....It was now 6:30pm...I called both of his numbers again..No answer..Then I drove past his block...No sign of him or his car...

I didn't like this....I didn't like this at all!

(To Be Continued.....)