Chapter 5

“Slippery fucker,” I muttered, sitting across a glass dining room table from a woman dressed familiarly in a diaphanous pink robe. A stewardess. The stewardess who had been reluctant to pick out Julio from pictures, the robe obviously Julie’s mother’s. The attractive dirty blonde young woman, about Julie’s height, midrange for a haoli girl, had let Julie and I into the sleek modernist cabin after we waited a couple minutes for her to answer the front door bell. It could only be described as a cabin because of its purpose of peaceful sanctuary, sitting at the end of a road that had gone from pavement to pebbles during its last stretch. It also had no means of communication with the rest of the world. No telephone lines. No cell tower. A place for absolutely beautiful tranquility, sitting in the lushest part of Maui, with its own little stretch of beach.

We had passed only one car heading in the opposite direction on the winding road. Not long after the powder blue Mercedes SLR passed, we reached the end of pavement. I had Julie note down the license. It hadn’t been driven by a woman, nor by Julio, so I couldn’t be sure he was in it. It could have also been dropping him off. No such luck. A modest compact rental car parked in front of the cabin made that more doubtful.

The pretty stewardess smiled sadly at us when she finally opened the door. She had smaller but no less well formed breasts compared to Julie, and a fuller but also quite appealing ass. Her almost transparent robe revealed her own version of feminine perfection.

“Julio here?” I asked her. After she shook her head I sighed, “He expected us.”

“He wrote something for you,” the blonde finally spoke, and we watched her ass shift nicely under the robe as we followed her to the dining table. Julie took as much interest in the shifting as me. The yellow legal pad with neat, masculine writing, showing confidence and care in its character, lay on a table in front of a chair. The stewardess sat across from me.

“I’m starved,” said Julie, and found Tupperware and guava juice in the fancy steel fridge. She nuked enough food for all of us. Meanwhile I read:

I tried my cellphone but found it without a signal. I pulled the oversized sat phone out of my shoulder bag.

The ladies had been talking. About Julio of course, comparing notes. The discrepancy in his name must have already been resolved. Or for Julie, expected. They seemed to get along. In fact Milly seemed almost as interested in Julie, who wore a snug t-shirt and tight shorts, showing her perfection, as Julie did her.

“If you don’t mind, ladies, I could use some privacy,” I requested.

I could tell Julie loved the possibilities I presented. “Show me the bedroom,” she purred.

Chuckling, I ate the food Julie had nuked for me. They had finished theirs. A very nice paella. After the last bite, I called Sandy, giving her the license plate number.

A few minutes later, Kenneth called me. “A shell game,” he told me. It turned out Julie’s mother’s last ex-husband liked to hide assets in shell corporations. Including the corporate car and, unfortunately, a corporate jet. Despite the seclusion of the cabin, or because of it, because others, rich and sometimes famous, had places of their own--I had passed a few mailboxes along the winding access rode beside entrances to lengthy driveways, some paved and some not, long enough to hide the houses in the woods—and preferred closer access than the public airport provided, a private airport had been built not that far away, with a runway long enough for jets.

Figuring a PI would be shrugged off by the airport’s management--the rich could afford great privacy--I called Agent Jones next, knowing he could put the pressure needed to get answers. Of course he wanted access to that information as well, Julio’s slipperiness adding more and more people aiding and abetting him. Like a cat being teased by a more aggressive bouncing and sliding of a lure, it increased his desire to capture the man. I pleaded the man’s innocence, reading the text he had left, hoping to convince my friend. Putting him further out on a limb, he could only answer, “We’ll see.” Not very reassuring.

Ending the call with a sigh, I heard my name yelled.

Entering the bedroom, I saw two pretty ladies with great bodies in the sixty-nine position. “Milly needs cock,” Julie told me before returning to her repast. Shrugging, I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a condom sitting helpfully on a bedside table and rolled it on.

“Fuck,” Milly growled when I slid in easily from behind. “Hard,” she growled. I did both.

I had access to her nice tits and plucked at her nipples. Her clit had Julie working on it. Two minutes passed before she erupted in another growl which rose into a squeal as I fucked hard through it. From a tightened, shivering body, she relaxed completely. I slowed but kept thrusting. Julie turned around beneath her, kissing her, sharing each other’s pussy juices. Julie’s legs wrapped around Millie’s thighs, pressing clit against clit. Tribbing. My speed increased again. Millie rose again to ecstasy. I pulled out and lowered my trajectory, entering another pussy well-greased for opening. I fucked easier into Julie until she demanded harder and faster. My fingers slid into Millie. She wanted more as well, lifting her ass until I could bring my mouth to it. Millie was nice enough to steer her fingers to Julie’s clit, and her mouth and other hand to Julie’s tits.

“Bite them,” Julie moaned.

I came, but kept fucking for a few seconds until Julie came. Easing off my mouth from her sweet pussy, Millie slowly eased down and embraced her new lover. Though I hadn’t gotten her off a third time, she still purred before mouths sealed. I gingerly pulled my softening penis out of Julie, and removed the condom while padding to the adjoining bathroom. Dropping the condom into the toilet, I dropped tissue on it before flushing it and my urine away.

Milly’s sexy body and sweet smile entered the bathroom just as I flushed. “I’m going to shower,” I said, gesturing at the large enclosure.

“I’ll join you in a minute,” she said, sitting on the commode. “I won’t flush.”

“Good idea,” I chuckled.

She soon joined me, and we enjoyed soaping each other. My cock erected, and she knelt to suck it. “Ow,” we both said, and I quickly pushed the shower nozzle aside, sending suddenly hot water onto the wall. Julie had flushed.

“Sorry,” she giggled, joining us.

“Bitch,” I muttered.

She managed to steer the showerhead her way, watching the blow job with mild interest. Just as she finished washing off the soap, Millie lifted her mouth from my cock. “You’re not going to cum, are you?” she pouted.

“Probably not.”

“Let me get you a condom,” Julie grinned, hopping out of the shower. When she returned, she kneeled beside Milly and rolled on the condom. After they kissed, she left the shower again.

Once more I slid into Millie from the back, essentially holding her by her clit, though her hands pressed against the wall and her spread feet helped. I had to spread my feet wider and bend my knees. Not the most comfortable position, but it didn’t need to be. I fucked her hard and she fucked back just as hard until she came. I had to grab hold of her to keep her from collapsing. She certainly orgasmed enthusiastically.

She pulled off me and turned, removing the condom and kissing my glans. “Thanks,” she said, smiling up at me.

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

She stood and gave me a short sweet peck on my lips.

I turned off the water before she flushed down the empty condom.

By the time I exited the shower, she had already left the bathroom. Shrugging, I dried off.

In the bedroom, Milly sat naked in front of a vanity, sitting on a towel which also covered the back of the chair. Julie, dressed in her tight clothing, brushed her hair. They smiled at me. And continued to talk quietly. I heard May mentioned. I put on my clothes and went back to the table, leaving them to their friendship, however brief it would be.

I figured Agent Jones might have called, and not getting an answer would have called Sandy. So I called my partner. “Los Angeles,” she told me.

“Will the FBI be there?” I asked.

“Probably.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Where to?” my partner asked me.

“Baltimore.”

“Why?”

“Julie.”

I knew she nodded.

“Having the three girls together might give you a better understanding of Julio’s seductiveness,” she guessed.

“Jeanne’s the only absolute lesbian,” I said. “I don’t know if she ever fucked him. But she did trust him, enough to believe him over her family.”

“You don’t know that.”

“True. And maybe Julio, if he somehow gets by the Feds, might want to talk to her in person.”

“She also might have insight into the real murderer.”

“True.”

“You don’t think Julio will be there.”

“No. I think he wants to see those he trusts and loves most. His mentor and his girlfriend and kids.”

“To say goodbye?”

“Yes.”

“So LA and then Mexico City.”

I nodded. “If he’s not caught, that’s where I’m headed after Baltimore. Maybe even if he is.”

“To gain his defense.”

“If he survives.”

I think we both nodded solemnly. I know I did. Money and power. It might have gotten him out of Maui, but it could very well get him killed. Even if Whiteman might be a big fish in the small pond of Tacoma, making him think he’s a bigger fish than he is. I hoped that his local protection of his brutal son didn’t translate to the federal level. But his influence could surprise me. I knew it wouldn’t corrupt Jones, but Jones wouldn’t be able to protect Julio in the end. Julio would most likely be sent to Whiteman territory.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“I like him too,” said Sandy.

After promising to set up airline tickets, one way to Baltimore, she told me Whiteman Père had called, wishing to be updated.

I called his hotel, hoping he would be like any normal visitor to Honolulu and would be enjoying perfect weather and astonishing scenery. No such luck.

“Mr. Whiteman,” I said.

“Joe,” he said. “Did you get him?”

“No. I’m a step behind but catching up. I’m pretty sure he’s managed to head to the Mainland.”

“How?”

“I found a makeup kit in a cabin in Maui.” I lied again.

“Is he in transit?”

“Yes.”

“Where.”

“I’m not sure.”

“Where do you think.”

“Los Angeles or Baltimore.”

“Jeanne,” he muttered. “I’ll have to let her know.”

“What do you mean? She knows what happened.”

“I never told her.”

“They were best friends, her and Emily and Kyle.” I almost said Julio.

“Exactly.”

“Guilt.”

“Exactly.”

“Do you blame her?”

“No. Of course not. But she would blame herself.”

“For what?”

“For introducing Jason to Emily. And for encouraging my trust in Kyle.”

“Not realizing...” I started, letting Whiteman finish.

“How murderously jealous he could be.”

“So you could blame her.”

“No. If it didn’t happen at my home, it would have been somewhere else, maybe with Emily’s lover as a second victim.”

“Someone not as strong as Jason.”

“Exactly.”

“So Jason stopped Kyle from killing him.”

“Yes.”

“But Kyle managed to escape his grasp.”

“From what I know of him, he’s a slippery bastard.”

“Yes he is,” I said. “What are you going to tell Jeanne to do?”

“To keep her distance, obviously.”

“Move her?”

“No. No need. She’s in a secure building. I’ll let them know to keep extra vigilant. Fax them a picture of him.”

“You mean the security photo? It’s pretty unclear, and he is wearing a disguise.”

“As long as she knows not to meet with him, she’ll be safe. I guess any man, which, since she’s...”

“A lesbian.”

“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Okay,” I left it that, knowing lesbians did have male friends, from personal experience.

“So ... Los Angeles.”

“He may land there. I think he lived there for a while. My FBI friend knows to look for him.” More truths this time.

“FBI,” he snorted. I wondered if his attitude had more to do with his lack of control over them.

“My friend actually found the first real lead,” I reminded him.

“I suppose,” he relented. “But that was in San Francisco.”

“That situation put him on the case. And he’s close with the LA agents, and well respected.”