Her hair washed back like a leaking flow of violet peddles
falling down along a crisp, juiced lean stem as the leaves flowed
along in her movement. I swore I would never leave her. She swept
me off my feet; Left me with no other, not a glimpse or thought
of desire for another woman. Now after all of these years I sit
here stuck, stuck in the same seat I was left in before I met
her. Here it is on my desk. I could throw it back, tell the Capt.
I can't handle this, tell him its out of my league and that I
think one of the new dicks can take it. But I cant, its to
disturbing, tempting and I need it. Listen to myself; I have a
beautiful woman day in day out, her face smiling back on me from
in the golden frame that holds a love of light over my desk. Its'
some kind of karma, the jewel of my eye - the way I met her and
now I'm�in for another - the same way and same gut instinct. What
if I lead it professionally, handle it as a gentlemen - Listen to
my self, hell I need this case it's a break from taking down drug
lords, leading the cops in on a serial killer or tracking down
high end schemes.
����������� The case is mine, I singed away, told the Capt. its
mine. My Lindsey has no idea and that's the only thing giving me
a creep. I awoke this morning, kissed her wile she slept and let
it all soak in. It hit me like a bat out of hell; soaked in to my
soul as if I was on her case. I remember her pitcher as it sat on
my dashboard. The days and nights she was stuck in my head then
having no idea that the girl, the daughter of a millionaire would
be my future wife.
����������� I let Lindsey's case file sit on the top of my desk.
I went over it and over it. My breaths would silently disappear
then reappear in to the kiss I left her with this morning. Then
as the glow from off the picture frame shined in on the pitcher
of her; the new girl, my new case and it leaves me with a turn
for the worse as the same light shines from off of my wedding
ring. I go over this case and there's nothing I can do about it.
Justine Roxbury; a stripper/ model/ exotic entertainer, like my
Lindsey. Lindsey put it all to a end after I found her in a
vault. She was locked in side like the Jewel she is. I was
assigned the case, I didn't choose it. It was right after my big
break. I lead a two man team in to a under ground drug smuggling
operation. The head of national security labeled the money as
found and let me and the two other guys claim responsibility for
it as his men took over the drugs and the rest of its mess. My
Lindsey had her self in to a center of a attraction. She was
hosting parties, late night talk shows, guest appearing in exotic
lounges from here to Berlin. Her father didn't care much. It was
her nanny, the women who had raised her since a girl from after
her mother died; as she was told. She tells me her mother was an
exotic dancer, a women who would entertain all the hot shots from
in the army during the war. "A mysterious mistress" is what she
calls her, telling me the lady that died was just a decoy. I
rolled in on her case, later the captain told me that no one else
would have token it that it was too risky poking around amongst
the greed of men. That getting in or around the top player's was
a good way to end up with your head on a platter, a rusty one;
silver platter stained in your blood. I started out in the bar
scene, going from lounge to lounge, showing the girls her pitcher
and inquiring as if I was her old boy friend�from high school who
went over sea's for study and since I've been back I couldn't
stop thinking about her.
����������� The lounge was your typical lounge. It had a stage
show, a gambling room, a executive lounge and a bar in each
corner. The A Maiden Eden is what it was called. I was down to my
last step. Lindsey's case had died away weeks ago. The captain
was throwing new ones my way, telling me I'm funding my way in
from then on. I quit showing her pitcher, interviewing all the
showgirls and acting as if I was just some interested guy from in
her past. I stepped in that night as if I been thru those doors
before and I have. After going to all lounges from New York to
L.A.- I'll never forget the weekend I spent in Chicago, unlike
New Orleans Chicago was a straight card to be played and the
cards played my way as if I was Lindsey's high school boy friend
himself - treated like a celebrity. I was down to my last penny,
eating my breakfasts out of a dinner on a�crumby�corner but when
I showed my face around the clubs and lounges they all loved me,
telling me that a friend of Lindsey was also a friend of theirs.
I must have had five different girls a night, two or three at a
time. There were days when I couldn't tell day from night. It was
non stop - the girls were running me around as if I was a brother
of theirs. When I told Lindsey about this it was on our second
honey moon, we were in Berlin, her favorite place and�after I
told her she insisted we go out. That night was the first time
I've ever done drugs or been drugged. She took me out to a
lounge; a lounge in all of its own�with�opium blowing in the
wind. I remember having that pipe handed over to me by that
Chinese girl, she was by our side all night -�waking up in a tub
of bubbles as that pipe continued to burn in its place by our
side, the six of us and who they were I'll never know.
����������� Lindsey sat in behind that armored door, sitting on a
money pile, shivering, her nails peeled back as the blood dripped
down along her legs from trying to pry the door open her self. I
was at one of the bars, sitting to my self with no one around but
the bartender and the girls by his side fixing drinks for the men
in the back room. I heard one of them talking, saying she was
going to set her free, talking about a poor girl being treated
like a trophy as if she was going to be stuffed and mounted on a
wall as a prize. Calling her boss a poacher and questioning about
who was to be next. So I played it my way. I follow her around.
After work she went to a all night coffee bar; grabbed a coffee
and a box of pastry sweets then took the long way home passing a
little cemetery that sits high up on a hill then went straight
home. In the morning she took her walk, a stroll around the
block, saying hi to all of her little fury friends, letting their
male master's take a wink on to her breast and back side as she
leans over and gives her little fury friends her good morning
cheer. On her way back home she'd stop in on a old guy and from
the looks of it she gave him her good morning cheer, letting him
set his hands on her hips and butt then laying a big wet one on
his fore head before walking out the door.
On the second night I had her, I waited ahead time for her inside
of her apartment -�She walked in and I flashed her my badge then
dodged the kick she laid out towards me. "Who in the hell called
you. I didn't call any cop, now that I think about it." Said the
busty burnet, probably the only one I've seen that was all
"Hey lady, I'm here to help."
"Who needs it"
"Lindsey, I believe you know of her where about." She looks at
me, her eyes drop, turns her back, walks into her living room
then turned and dropped her self onto the couch.
"I'm sorry." She whelped out. I step in, sit down next to her and
let her turn her self into my shoulder. I held her head,
comforting her as she release's her tears of guilt on to my
"Its alright" I said then tell her, "I know its not your fault,
its sad I know. I chose you because I knew you care. I need to
know exactly how to get a hold of her" I did not know exactly
where she was. All I knew was that these waitress's were talking
about a girl being held against her own will.
"She's in the vault, she's probably starving, he's going to
starve her to death." She told me as those tears began to pour
out what pain she had inside from thinking about a women trapped
and starving to death with the guilt that build up from her
knowing about it.
"She is at the club" I asked.
"The clubs vault, inside the bosses office."
"Yes" she said then cries out. "That bastard, he's been holding
her there for a week now, she's dieing and I know he's on the
look out for another one and he's been looking at me, at me as if
he needs me as one of his �prize women." The nocks on the door
shook into her apartment, knocking her back in her seat and
smearing the sadness right out from in her. I step up to the
door, looked into the peephole and seen two uniformed officers.
"Open up" They said then say "Open up, we know theirs a stranger
in there, we'll kick the door down and deal with ya both." Then I
hear her whisper. "You were supposed to be singed in" In to my
ear. I hold out my arm, push her back then pulled out my badge
before I opened the door. "I'm a investigator, you two need to
come with me and now." I said, stepping in-between them and out
into the hall. I look back and she's pointing them into my
direction then closes the door. "Lets go boys time is not with us
here." I told them then one asked me what it was all about as the
other one raced out in front of me and out to the car.
"It's a kidnap, a women has been abducted and being held in a
vault down town the lounge." I tell him as we step out towards
the car. He tells the officer behind the wheel to step on it,
that we got to get to the lounge.
����������� "Hey Lindsey, Lindsey, hold on babe, I'm going to get
you out." I yelled in thru the armored door as the officer stood
in the doorway wile the lounge filled with cops, firemen and
medics. The owner wouldn't give us the combination to the vault
until I grabbed him, thru him up against the vaults door then
shoved my gun down his throat; letting him have a moment to him
self, try to control the breathing he's left with from in thru
his noise as I hold the gun in to his throat. I picked him up and
thru him in to the doorway. I let my gun go off, hitting him in
the leg then asked �the officer if he seen that? The guy try to
go for my gun. He said. The Boss spits out number after number
and I kept on yelling in thru the amour door, telling Lindsey it
was all going to be fine and I was going to get her out.
����������� Two and a half years have gone by and now here I' am
sticking my nose into another case. A case that led me into the
best years of my life and now leaving me here as I get my fingers
dirty, staring in onto another beauty. Justine Roxbury an ex drug
addict/ stripper and now a missing night lounge singer. A
performer who had decided to take it slow, go from being under
bright lights to oozing in under a gloom from in a dim lit lounge
and now missing as her case file sits here and on my desk.
����������� I called Lindsey and told her I wouldn't be coming
home for dinner tonight. She wasn't in the mood for questions,
telling me to grab my self a snack before I came home because she
wasn't eating tonight and that she just made her self a sandwich.
I roll up and down this alley, trying to figure out what a ex
drug addict/ stripper would be doing to her self, what she would
rather do then lounge sing and if she was abducted then who?
Junkies and whores standing in at each end of the alley; looking
at me like I'm some tweaking blue collared dude looking for a
clean dealer for a fix. The dealers part ya and I see one.
"Hey what's happening" he said to me as I rolled down my window,
slowing down next to him as he pushed away the skinny little
black girl wearing a silver skirt and black blouse. He steps in,
I hold out my hand and he got the message; not to step to close.
"Hey, I'm looking for some clean cut" I tell him, he smiles
thinking he's hit a jack pot. I bring the pitcher up and say
"This is my girl, she's out looking for some as we speak, our
dealer got busted and now, well I need to get a hold of her
quick. Have you seen her around?"
"No way man. I know her she's that doll that lounge, midnight
entertainer. Man she isn't no junky. You be careful on where you
show that pitcher, if it was any where else around here you'd be
punched out man." He said, snarling his greedy little eyes, as
that grease dripped down his head from out of his hair, using
that Hispanic accent as he warned me about not flashing this
pitcher before walking away.
����������� She's been missing for five days now and I don't
think she ended in a duet with a taste for dope, before I snoop
around some of these clubs I think I'll need to change my
approach, get dressed for an occasion, get a feel for it before I
start making any new friends.
����������� Lindsey's not to happy about me coming home, getting
into my dress paints and the crisped white cotton shirt she had
waiting for me on the dresser. "What is it, what's �all the
pizzazz for Ringo." She asked as I'm about to step out of our
room. I look back and she's staring up into the ceiling, her head
sunk down in to the pillow as her long black hair waves in over
her breast as her arms sink in to the comforter. "I'm going in as
some hot shot, the clubs down town are under suspicion.
Prostitution and body smuggling." I said. She hummed before she
blurted out. "Body smuggling." "Ya they got some girls and club
worker's that don't have their visa's. They think one of the
clubs are involved in smuggling these people in to the country."
"Oh all right." She said then yond as I walked out the door.