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Private Voices: Part 31

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


A Note From Me, A Name I Call Myself

I'm sorry I'm a little late in posting this. I've been dealing with some issues, and its taken more time than I thought. The next few parts are going to be sporadic as I get back to work (God Willing) and I don't see myself posting a part every day But I WILL FINISH THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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, including Brandon’s stuffed animal a Panda in a top hat he called Top-Hat Panda. With the help of her late son and her mentor, a former police officer named Sean, she runs her service, helping people in trouble. Three years after the death of their son, Janice and her estranged husband Bill are reuniting and looking for a new home.

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.

Ava continues her obsession over Janice, leading to a confrontation between her surveillance team and Janice, where she shoots and kills two men. After the shooting, Janice and Bill retreat to Sean's house. A planned bed and breakfast Sean and his wife built but never opened. Ava offers a truce, and now Janice finds herself in an unknown situation afraid to go out. In her truce, Ava makes an enemy of a long-time collaborator. Janice's assistant JG goes back home to Germantown, MD, for a confrontation many years in the making. She met up with her first girlfriend Barbie, who works as a high-class call girl. Janice takes on a job for an old friend of Sean.

Part Thirty


Part Thirty-One

After doing all the usual searches, Janice went to thinking outside of the box. Gaspar hired her to find his sister. When they were teenagers, they found out that their father, back in Vietnam, fought for the Vietcong. He eventually deserted when a particularly bad raid on a village had them killing every male over the age of thirteen and raping anything female. He had deserted and tried to warn the US Army about an attack coming on the Holiday of Tet. He was granted asylum in the States, where he met their mother and married. Linh was picked on as a child for being Vietnamese. She ran away from home, and they never saw her again. Gaspar said how they found a clue back in the 2000s, placing her in North East Ohio, but that was the last anyone knew of her. Janice knew that to most people, Vietnamese, Chinese, and others are alike. As if there was just one nationality for all of Asia. This made identification challenging. Gaspar had gone on the assumption that Linh would stick close to their heritage. Still, Janice thought Linh would go the other way and embrace Americana. She would change her name, but because most people find patterns, she would go with a name similar such as Lyn or Linda. After a search across several systems, Janice found a hit on a Lynn Price Allen in Doylestown, Ohio. Janice found her on Facebook.

Lynn was married to David Allen for nearly thirty years, and they had five children and two grandchildren. On more than one post, Lynn said she was Chinese American while not mentioning her father’s origins at all. David was the son of a Vietnam vet who died while serving in-country. His name was on the wall. Janice looked at the phone; her client wanted her to hand Lynn. She knew she couldn’t call this woman and expect her to come to her office. She would have to go out and talk to her. She also knew that this woman would most likely not want to talk about her family and her father.


Brandon said, “if you want, I can come with you.”

Janice replied, “I could call him and say I found her and let him do the deed.”

Brandon said, “that would be a chicken poop thing to do.”

Janice said, “since you live in my head, you can say the word.”

Brandon replied, “if that were true, then I would have said that word.”

Another search for events for the charity they worked with found an event where they were raising funds for a memorial to the fallen soldiers of the Vietnam war in Portage County.

Brandon said, “I don’t know about that. It doesn’t seem like the right time to speak with her about her Vietcong father.”

Janice looked at her keys then the door.

Brandon said, “what, am I worried that you won’t go anywhere except here and the house.”

Janice sat back down. She said, “This was way too easy to find. How could a career investigator not find her?

Brandon replied, “Just maybe he did, and he wanted a way to reach out without outing her to her family?

Top Hat Panda walked into the room and said, “Maybe he’s worried about how she will react to seeing him. He doesn’t want to have that confrontation be what could be his last memory of his sister?

Janice looked at the stuffed bear, “Who gave you an opinion?”

Top Hat Panda replied, “Why you did my dear… after all, it’s your opinion.”


JG came out from the dressing room in a pair of skinny white capri pants and a pale blue top.

Barbie said, “it’s a good start, but if you are going to dress like that, you’ll need a bra because your goods are showing.”

JG went back into the dressing room, and Barbie joined her with a pale pink dress and bra. The dress was known as a Peter Pan collar, a one-piece dress with a matching belt.

Barbie walked behind JG and said, “let me play Barbie with you.”

She slowly undressed JG making sure to touch her in all the right places, then she put the bra on her and slid the dress over her head and down her body. With the belt, the dress fit her well with the hem just above the knee.

JG said, “I haven’t worn a bra for a while, but this one fits like a glove.”

Barbie replied, “it should fit well; it costs about seven-hundred dollars.”

JG turned and looked at Barbie.

Barbie said, “I made nearly seven-hundred thousand last year between my working job and all the blackmail, so I have enough to spread around. Wait here, and I’ll get another outfit.”

She came back with a pair of what JG would call “mom jeans” and a red and white striped polo shirt that was twice the size she usually would wear.

Barbie whispered, “I slipped the clerk a couple of bills and my tongue so he will leave us alone.”

JG asked, “why don’t you ask him if he wants to join us?”


Two hours later, JG and Barbie found themselves walking around the Lincoln memorial laughing and joking around.

Barbie said, “I can’t get over the look on what’s his names face. It’s like he won the lottery or something.”

JG said, “yeah, he didn’t even notice that the bra was in the bag. I mean, I do feel bad about taking it, but wow seven hundred dollars.”

Barbie replied, “I think you earned the bra. If you want to earn some real cash, I know a few congressmen and women who would love you.

JG’s smile faded a bit. She said, “I love you, but I want nothing to do with what you and your father do.”

Barbie said, “oh, big pimp daddy is out of the picture. He retired from the job and is running a charter boat in Bocca. I am a free agent working with likeminded girls servicing Congress, the Senate, and many lobbyists across the district.”

Barbie leaned in and whispered, “I once went down on a senator while he spoke to the president about a new push to legalize prostitution. I mean, it’s the same on both sides, powerful people like to have sex, and I provide a way for them to do what they like without consequences…... or until I blackmail them.

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© 2020 Michael Collins aka Lakemoron

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