“Yes, we especially need the video footage. Makes it easier to identify him.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
* * *
Stan Lindahl observed the footage carefully. Getting a good frontal image of ‘Rob’s’ face, he took a snapshot of the frame, and loaded it onto his computer. He then pulled up the National Sex Offender Registry in the National Crime Information Center database. Entering the name ‘Rob’ and location to be the metro Washington D.C. area, two matches appeared on his screen.
From the picture on the first suspect, a Robert Randall, the man looked too old to be in his twenties, and too short to be six feet, two inches or so. The second suspect’s name was Robert Quayle, and he fit the bill perfectly: height of six feet, two inches, slim build, well dressed, and had been suspected in several rape cases where minors were involved. He immediately got on the phone to Dan.
“Hightower.”
“Dan. I think I’ve got a match on that ‘Rob’ guy. His name is Robert Quayle, and he fits the description exactly. He’s also got a rap sheet for cases involved sex with minor girls, usually around fifteen or sixteen years of age. Most of his victims are in High School, and he usually takes them to the Capital Scene. In all cases, the drug, GHB was found in the victims. I’m almost positive this is our pedophile.”
“Good. Send a copy of the file to Barb Haywood at D.C. Police, and she will send it to a lawyer who’s representing the victim and her family.”
Fifteen
Thursday, September 11th
Reviewing her balance sheets for he escort business, she found it doing well. So well in fact, that she decided to check on each of her girls. She dressed up in a very professional looking suit, and called Phoebe.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Phoebe. This is Perri. Why don’t we meet at a nice restaurant, and discuss business.”
“Sure. Where do you want to meet?”
“I’d like to go to that nice restaurant in the very old, classic, and elegant hotel on Sixteenth and K Streets. The have private booths where you can close the curtains, and have a little more privacy. It’s very swank, and very expensive, but I can afford it. Dinner will be on me, of course.”
“Great. What time?”
How about seven-ish? I like to have a little latitude when I make appointments.”
“Seven-ish it is. I’ll see you there.”
Poisonous walked into the grand hotel, and marveled at how classically ornate it was. Walking up to the chargé d'affaires, and said, “I have a private booth reserved for seven o’clock, under the name of Perri L. I’m expecting a guest as well.”
The chargé d'affaires looked over his schedule list, and finding her name, said, “Very well, Madame, please follow me.”
Fine leather covered the bench in the booth, soft and luxurious to the touch. “Ah, yes. This is definitely my style.” She sat down, looked at the menu while waiting for Phoebe to arrive. A few moments later, the tall dyed-blonde walked in the door. The chargé d'affaires walked her to the booth where Poisonous waited, and seeing her, said, “Hi, Perri. This is a very nice restaurant. Very posh and swanky.”
“I’m glad you appreciate my choice and my taste. Order anything you like from the menu, and we can get down to business.”
As the server approached, she said, “I’ll start off with the Royal Serbian caviar, followed by the Charcuterie Board, and for the entrée, I’ll have a Wagyu Sirloin cooked very rare. And please bring some very spicy hot sauce as well.”
“I see your fondness for hot sauce hasn’t changed,” said Chloe as she grinned at her, teasing. Chloe also ordered from the menu, but not as extravagantly as she.
“You’d better believe it; but let’s get down to business. Tell me how your business is doing.”
“Actually,” Phoebe said, “I’ve been seeing a couple of guys: very wealthy, very mannered, and serious studs in the bedroom. I’ve enjoyed catching their eye, and it’s been quite lucrative, thanks to you.”
“Good; in fact, very good. So how are the other girls doing?”
“Well, Tanya and Chloe have each found a guy they’re interested in, and are playing up the flirting aspect of their pursuit. They are enjoying their job immensely.”
“What about Sherry?”
“Now this is interesting. She was actually approached by this young executive, who drives a brand new Corvette, heads up a department at the Discovery Channel, and is amazingly handsome: tall, athletic, blue eyes, honey blonde hair and a trim, athletic build. I think she’s really into this guy.”
Poisonous winced. “That sounds a lot like someone I know. I’ll have to meet this gentleman.” This must be Shane.
“He’s quite the gentleman.” Winking, Chloe said, “and quite the lover too, at least that’s what Sherry says.”
“Well, sounds like all of you are doing well. I’d say we celebrate by enjoying our really expensive dinner, and let the servers pamper us through the entire process.”
As the TNC taxi took her back to the Metro View complex, a strange sensation came over her. She felt both nervous, and even jealous. Her heart pounded wildly in her, as the thought of Shane Logan now took her breath away. When she walked into the condo, and into her room, she contemplated Shane and her attraction to him to the point where the image of him in her mind so overwhelmed her, that she decided she had to see him for herself.
Ignoring her absolute fear of the fact she was attracted to him, she made up her mind to visit him and Sherry. She changed back into Poisonous and flew towards Sherry’s scent; picking up Shane’s scent as well. As she got closer to the scents, she found them emanating from the Four Seasons
