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Private Voices: Part 19

Mike is an amateur writer working on building a hopefully compelling story. He lives in The Village of Lakemore, Summit Country, Ohio.


The Story So Far

Janice James is a Private Detective haunted by her troubled past and the death of her son and a fractured psyche, forcing her to see her son Brandon as well as others. With the help of her late son and her mentor, a former police officer named Sean, she runs her service, helping people in trouble.

After a ceremony to honor their late son, Janice and her ex-husband Bill prepare to live together again. Janice's assistant, a young woman, named Jennifer Gordon, known as JG, while happy to see them together now must find a way to work around the new awkwardness. Janice's brother-in-law Mike and his son Scott come for a quick visit before taking a long trip. Janice's estranged father sent a letter hoping to put their past behind them before he died.

Janice was hired to help a man named Stanley Franco find out why his wife Ava is fighting a divorce. During the investigation, she stumbled onto a unique counterfeiting scheme designed to infect scanning machines allowing the user access to a company's funds. When her client was murdered, Janice turned her case over to the local police. She contacted someone from the secret service with help from her mentor, a former police officer named Sean. In the process, she found herself being watched by the FBI and Ava, a woman that isn't who she appears to be. Ava wants Janice dead for her part in chasing her out of the States, to her Island near Cuba. Ava sent several people to try and kill Janice from her assassin lover to a band of bumbling thugs. The last attempt happened by a con artist running a scheme with an end of the world cult. Terrence Stamps' effort to have Janice killed was forted by an unknown strange.

A new client brings about a new problem. A man is convinced his grandson is in trouble with the wrong crowd. Janice follows the grandson to find him delivering a controlled substance to people in books at the Kent State Library, leaving more questions than answers.

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Part Nineteen

John left his last class at noon on Thursday. He went from the classroom to his car and drove to the turnpike. Janice put a GPS tracker on his car, and she followed it using her computer as he went west and eventually ended up in Seattle. It was a long drive, and most of it was done in one very long spirt. Janice knew that John's father was a doctor, so she looked up Doctor Wayne Louyang online. He was a family practitioner with several partners. About four hours after he drove to Seattle, John started back. A three-day trip there and another three days back. John was clearly on a drug run, and his father must be the supplier.


Uncle Lu gave Janice the key to John's apartment. It was a room above one of the car washes. Inside the room, she found the apartment to be nearly bare. Old duct-taped beanbags for furniture with a mattress on the floor, no television or radio, and a desk made from cinderblocks and a door. She also noted just how clean it all was. He didn't own much, but John took care of what he had. On the wall of the apartment were pictures of John's family and a girl that seemed to be about his age. The family picture had his mother and father and a sister that was maybe fifteen.


Lu Louyang sat in Janice's office and stared at the evidence she gave him.

Lu said, "I know this is the wrong thing to say, but this is the kind of thing I would have expected from my granddaughter Marylin. She is fifteen and already has a criminal record for selling pot."

He looked at Janice and asked, "Could this be her doing this?"

Janice shook her head, "Adderall is a controlled substance. Only a psychologist or medical doctor can prescribe it, and any doctor overprescribing would be watched by the feds. She would have to be able to not only write the prescription but also have it filled. Someone would take note of a fifteen-year-old buying enough of the drug to sell."

Janice pulled out a picture of the pills and said, "What I don't understand is why is your son doing this? Such a small quantity? He is risking jail for himself and his son for what had to be chump change."

John walked into his apartment and nearly collapsed onto the mattress on the floor. Janice watched him through the tiny camera she placed in the room. She knew it wasn't legal, but it was necessary. She was there to try and help him or maybe stop him. After two hours of watching him sleep, his door opened, and the young woman from the picture walked in. She was in a pair of yoga pants and a shirt that said "Pink" across the front. She walked over to John on the mattress and sat next to him. As she walked, she took off her shirt. Janice felt immediately dirty like she was spying on her neighbors as they made love. She was braless and had a body that showed her yoga pants were not just for show. John stirred, but after over twenty-four hours of driving, he didn't wake. The girl slid her hand down until that part of him came awake. John woke up to the look of love and the partial nudity of this woman. She smiled, and the two kissed. The two slowly stripped and made love on the mattress. Janice watched for another couple of minutes; then she turned the monitor off.

Janice gave them twenty minutes; then she turned on the monitor to find they were still making love. She could remember days like this way back when she and Bill would spend so much time in bed or on a couch naked and sweaty. The girl was on top, but John wasn't just a passenger on this ride. They went for another thirty minutes, then one of them finally finished. The girl slid over to John's side and kissed him again.

John said, "It felt like this trip was going to kill me, Sue."

Janice made a note of the name.

Sue asked, "How long can they do this to you and your father?"

John leaned over, kissing Sue on the neck as if he wasn't going to answer her.

John said, "They don't care. We will be doing this until we're in jail or dead. It's either that or they kill my sister."

Janice went back to her notes, to the last meeting with Uncle Lu. He had said that his granddaughter was trouble. She thought that it could be possible that she fell into a kind of trouble that would make all this possible.


Sean watched the video of the two as they talked about his trip and the sister.

He turned to Janice and said, "It might help if I could see the first part of the video."

Janice had started the file after the two were done making love, but she couldn't do anything about the visible nudity of both young people.

She said, "Keep it in your pants old man."

She replayed the video again, but Sean said, "OK, I have seen enough…. Unless you want to play the whole video."

He looked at Janice, who just looked back in a "Get on with it" expression.

Sean said, "I know some people out in Washington state. I'll ask around and see what they know about the girl and if she is in any trouble that they can help with, but Janie baby, you have to know what you must do?"

She hated it when he went all Kojak on her, but moreover, when he was doing it and was right.

He said, "Go talk to the client and set up a meeting with the boy. If he is innocent, then we help him; if not, then we call in the feds, and he goes away."

Janice turned to the live feed to see John was getting dressed, and steam was coming from the bathroom. Sue came out with a towel wrapped around her body and one on her head. She kissed John then he left. Janice went to turn the feed off before Sue lost her towel but stopped when Sue picked up a phone from her bag.

She made a call. "Yeah, he just left…... I'm keeping more than an eye on him... are you sure you don't want any of the money….? No, he has no idea…... if he weren't such a good lay, I would almost feel sorry for him... No, he is nothing compared to you."

She dropped the other towel, but both Sean and Janice followed the phone, knowing it was the key.


Both John and Lu watched the video with John squirming during the sex. He then froze when he heard the conversation between Sue and someone on the phone.

Lu said, "John Wayne Louyang, I thought we taught you better than this. You sold your soul for a pair of tits and a night of fun."

John said, "It isn't like that… I love her, and I thought she loved me."

Janice noted that he said love and not loved. She also noted that John was John Wayne, and just maybe his father was Wayne John?

Sean asked, "Just how long has this been going on… The drugs, not sex… actually no, both."

John said that he met Sue back in Seattle, and she had moved with him.

Sean asked, "If she followed you across the country, then why aren't you two living together?"

Lu said, "Because I had said he wasn't to have a roommate under any circumstances. I wanted him to study, not party."

Janice asked, "What does she do for a living?"

Before John could answer, Sean asked, "What is her full name and address?"

John pulled out his phone and said, "There's more."

Marylin was fifteen, but she looked much younger, especially without her clothing.

John told them, "About a month after I came to school, I was sent a pic of Mer like this underneath a guy as she cried. The next pic had a number to call. The voice on the other side was machine-like, and it told me to send three thousand dollars a month, or they would rape Marylin to death."

He said how he sold everything he owned, and still, it wasn't enough. "For some reason, they didn't want any money from my dad, and somehow they knew when it came from him. I had to do what they wanted or both my father and my sister would die."

Sean looked at the picture of his sister in her room just after a shower then back to Sue.

John said, "When mom died of cancer, I promised to take care of Marylin. To watch out for her. I could kill every one of those monsters with my bare hands."

Sean said, "It has nothing to do with the money if the girl is keeping it."

He looked to the two girls both naked and asked, "This might seem wrong, but doesn't it look like your sister is posing for the picture?"

John seemed to get angry, so to keep the conversation going, Janice asked, "How did the drugs start?"

John turned away from Sean and said, "About six months ago, I ran out of everything except the car. It was my mother's car and not in my name. I told them I was broke, and they said how they had another plan for me."

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