Chapter 1

You would think that after the warnings I gave both Julie and Keri, they would have been smart enough to leave well enough alone and not try and pursue me.

“Ladies. Let this be a lesson for you both. Don’t ever fuck with me again. Don’t call the police. Don’t try and find me. Just walk away and be happy, very happy that you are both alive. I’m sure you’ll have plenty to think about, like how you both liked eating each other’s pussies, etc. Now, in 5 minutes, a small bomb is going to go off inside this room. You do NOT want to be here. Get out now. Don’t think, just throw on the clothes that I left for you and GET OUT NOW!”

I wasn’t going to take any chances. Upon my arrival in Maui, I drove a car to a beach house that I had rented. Within an hour, I had left the place, all packed, and was at the docks, getting on a fishing boat that I had hired under another assumed name. Within a couple of hours, I was flying on yet another private plane, this time to the Philippines. Why there? Well, two reasons ... officials there are easy to bribe, which had already been done, and there was no extradition treaty with the United States, so I felt pretty secure.

And I waited. It was a small beach house, the water was warm, and the local girls were friendly, especially when I was buying the drinks. So long as a typhoon didn’t strike, I could stay here, happy, for a long, long time.

It took about four months for trouble to begin. At the beach house in Maui, which I had rented for a year, and paid for in cash in advance, I had installed a security system. Not one that would alert the local police, mind you, but rather one that would alert me to anyone’s presence. In other words, trouble.

I activated the live feed so I could see what was happening. I guess it was some kind of private detective, judging by what he was doing, which was snooping around. He made a call on his cell phone, so I activated the microphones in the place.

“Julie? It’s Rodger. I’m here, and I think I found the place where he is staying. He’s not here now. I’ll wait for him. Yes. Yes, I know what you want to be done. Just be ready to wire the money to the account number I gave you.” With that, he terminated the call.

I learned a couple of things. First, this was no private detective. They didn’t carry a gun with a silencer, which this guy produced while on the call. Second, and most important, he was hired by my ex-wife. She had not let it go. She had hired a guy to kill me.

Fine. Game on.