I wasn't in a good mood when Mrs. Matthew Davis walked into my office. I had been downtown at Police Headquarters all day. The police don't like competition, especially from people who do their jobs better than they do and without assaulting people or violating their civil rights on a daily basis. So, if you want to do their jobs, you have to get their permission in the form of permits they dole out reluctantly. Mine were due to expire in two months. Little things like carrying weapons, operating a business investigating criminal activities, protecting people; all the things I do, require a donation to the state that is supposed to be doing these things in the first place. The Sargent on the desk was a Neanderthal. He seemed to think I should be impressed with his personality and charm. I might have been impressed, except he worked for the police department, his physique had been developed by eating prodigious quantities of fried pastries over years and he was a uniformed thug.
He hinted that an attractive young black girl, such as myself might lubricate the wheels of justice by a visit to the storeroom with him. I carry a voice activated recorder and I switched it on. I stood up and walked to the storeroom and he fell all over himself to follow me. I used an exaggerated, runway walk, wiggling my butt in what I hoped was an enticing manner. When we got inside I dropped to my knees. Looking up at him, I said; "Officer Peters, are you sure that if I give you a blow job you'll approve my concealed carry permit and my PI license?"
"Yeah, I'll do it if you suck me good," he said.
I pulled his pathetic pecker out of his pants and reached inside to pull out his nut sack. I clutched his balls in my hand and squeezed as hard as I could. He screamed like a little bitch, his face went white and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Our faces were on a level and I head butted him in the nose. He sprayed blood and I squeezed until he passed out and the door burst open. They made me turn him loose and marched me away at gunpoint. They arrested me for assault and I called my lawyer. When Diane showed up she listened to my story and the tape. She left the room and came back with the captain. He listened and began to apologize. When he got to the part where he asked why I went into the storeroom I had enough.
"He's worked here for how many years?" I asked him. "So far as I'm concerned, you either knew, and let him harass women or you're incompetent at your job. I don't want to hear your bullshit apology. I want to hear it from the Chief."
He went away and in thirty minutes Chief Roberts came in. "Hello, Patricia," he said. "I see you've got us by the short and curlies. I'm very sorry, honey. I can't believe this happened to you. Why didn't you call me and tell me your permits were due? Your father would turn over in his grave if he knew this had happened. He was the best friend I ever had and his daughter won't speak to me."
"Charles, you know how I feel about what you do," I told him. "The day you quit this and become a human again, we'll have a party. What the hell? You can't believe this happened? You know what kind of sub humans you employ. Do you want me to sue this department?"
"No, honey, I don't. I don't want the little girl I bounced on my knee hating me either, but I can't do anything about that. What do you want?"
"You know what you can do about the second thing. I want my permits, and I want them now. I want this department to forget I exist. If I speed or dance in the streets naked, I want them not to notice me. I want that passed down to the beat cops on my block and the cruisers on the street."
"You don't have to blackmail me, Patricia." He looked hurt. "I'd never let anything happen to you."
"Well, except being forced to give a blowjob to a fat, married pig in your own station, I guess you've done a good job," I told him.
"I'm so sorry, honey," there were tears in his eyes now.
"It's ok, Charles," I went over and hugged him. "Just get me out of here."
So, I was in a bad mood. Mrs. Davis didn't have anything to do with that but when Sam brought her in I was feeling a little cross.
"What can I do for you today, Mrs. Davis?" I asked after she took a seat.
She was a gorgeous little thing. Her hair was as black as mine and she had very white, creamy skin. She was very petite, about five two maybe. She had these huge blue eyes and everything about her was cute. She looked like she was sixteen, but Sam had told me she was my age, twenty seven. When she spoke, her voice was breathy and soft.
"I'm hoping you can help me find my husband, Ms. Macalla," she said.
"How long has he been missing and where did he disappear," I asked.
"He's not exactly missing," she said. "He's been kidnapped. It happened here. Well, we live in Riverside. We have a lot of money, Ms. Macalla. We own a big software company. I got a ransom note three days ago and the kidnappers said they would contact me. They haven't yet. I went to the police and they brought in the FBI. They're working, but I don't like them. I feel like they're incompetent."
I liked her better. "I share that feeling," I told her. "What made you come to me?"
"You were recommended by our chief of security," she said. "He said you were a tough bitch underneath all that hotness."
I laughed. "Let me guess, you hired Mike Anderson."
"Yes, he's very good," she said. "He said you've got a top notch staff and you weren't afraid to get your hands dirty. He also said you know people in high and low places."
"Well, hell; I'm going to close up and we're going to go to dinner. You're going to tell me everything and we'll work out the details. Is that ok, Olivia? Can I call you Olivia? My name is Patricia. You can call me Pat if you want to."
"Ok," she agreed. "I like Patricia better though. I'll call you Patricia if that's ok. My friends call me Olly."
I drove and we went to a bar and grill around the corner. They know me and we got a booth that offered some privacy. She told me all about herself, her company and her husband. They had been married eighteen months and it had been her father's company. She had taken over at twenty four and had expanded the business quite a bit. When I asked her what her husband did she was kind of fuzzy about the details. He met with clients, did some software design and was the Vice-President of Operations, whatever that is. Something didn't smell quite right but I would need to crack open the books to figure out where they were at. I can do that sort of thing but I prefer not to. Brandon, one of my guys is very good at that so I asked her if I could send him over to look at their books.
"Why do you want to do that?" she asked. "The police and FBI didn't even ask."
"That's why I earn the big bucks," I told her. "The more I know, the more likely I'm going to be to find your husband."
That made sense to her and she said she would meet Brandon first thing in the morning. We had a couple of drinks and talked for quite a while. I was getting a feel for her. She was as smart as a whip, but she was kind of a geek. You seldom see geeks as beautiful as her but she was one. She had graduated from Stanford at the top of her class and she had the total package. She gave me a file and it had pictures of her and her husband, copies of all their documents and a copy of the ransom note. I dropped her at her car and called it a night.
In the morning I called Joe Pascal at the FBI. He doesn't care for me much but he respects me. He groaned when I told him Olly had hired me. "Jesus Christ, Macalla, I swear if you get in my way I'm going to run over you," he said. I got him to send me a copy of his file over but he didn't have anything new to tell me. He wasn't a total douche bag and he was honest, so I figured they didn't have a clue. I slummed around with the usual suspects but there were no whispers on the streets. I called Olly and got her to agree to phone taps on her house and office. The FBI didn't like it. They tried to arrest James and I when we were installing them. I called Olly and she came out and told them she had authorized the taps. I told agent Brown to go fuck himself and took Olly with me down to her office. We snooped around and I talked to a lot of people. There were two that interested me. One was the CFO and the other was a sketchy looking woman in IT that wasn't qualified for her job.
Olly asked me why I needed to talk to her employees and I told her that many times kidnappings were done by someone the victims knew. She was shocked and I wasn't surprised. No one thinks they know any criminals. I took her home and she invited me to stay for dinner. I had a date, but I called him and canceled. This was the second time I had agreed to go out with him and I had kicked myself for doing it. I'll go out with nearly anyone that asks once. They may be the love of your life and if you turn them down, you'll never know.
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