Private Voices: Part 34

Updated on February 6, 2020
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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. Three years after the death of their son, Janice and her estranged husband Bill are moving into their new home.

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 Jenny, while happy to see them together now must find a way to work around the new awkwardness. After a trip home to see her family, Jenny comes to terms with her new life in Ohio and a disconnect from her family.

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.

Part Thirty-Four Chapter Nine

The Gulf Coast Savings and Loan in Fort Myers, Florida, opened promptly at nine am to their usual crowd of retirees and business customers looking to do their everyday banking. The manager James John opened the doors in the morning like he did every morning for the fifty years he worked in the small bank. He knew that the days of such small banks like his were numbered, and he might outlive the life of the bank. Government buyouts and consolidations were making personal banking outdated.


James thought to himself, “but that’s for another day. Today is a good day to be alive.”


He started to close the door when a woman came up. James felt his seventy-two-year-old heart skip a beat at the sight of this tan beauty. He figured she had to be from somewhere south as in South America. She was in a pencil skirt, white top underneath a light jacket that matched the skirt that gave her outfit a suit like quality. James held the door for her, and she smiled and winked.


The woman walked up to James’s desk.


James asked, “may I help you miss?”


She turned around and smiled a warm almost sultry smile.


She said, “I need to open an account. I am starting up a small business here in Fort Myers dealing in importing and exporting antiques between The US and Brazil.


While trying not to stare at her chest, James said, “well that sounds wonderful, my name is James John, I am the manager, and I can certainly help you.”


She said, “my name just happens to be James as well, Janice James.”


She sat down, and the two went over the paperwork and checks, finally opening the account with nine-thousand dollars. She told James that she would have more significant deposits from both buyers and suppliers. James John saw all the potential cash coming to his struggling bank and decided not to question the cash flow. When they were finished, she said how she would be back from Rio in a couple of weeks with a large deposit, and she would like to have some security at the bank when she arrived. James looked over at the eighty-six-year-old security guard Hester Charles.


James said, “just call us, and we will have someone here within the hour, and if you want, we can send them to you to escort you.”


Ava smiled and said, “this is why I wanted to work with a local bank because of the wonderful personal service.”


Ava went out to her rental car and stared at its bland appearance. She would only come here two more times, but Ava didn’t want to be in such a cheap little car ever again. When she was in Ohio, she drove a customized Mercedes AMG SLK350 red with a tan interior. To anyone who saw the car, it would appear to be an expensive but average car, but to Ava, it was so much more. The wood inlays in the dash and trim were from an Amaranth tree, also known as Purpleheart, from her family’s front yard. Just before she burned her family’s house down, she had the tree harvested. The leather seats and trim were a mix of crocodile leather and the skin of her family. She had them skinned alive and made several items from the skin. Ava considered it justice for selling her to him for what amounted to pocket change. She had to leave that car back in Ohio, where it was put into storage, waiting for a trial and verdict. Ava knew it was foolish to buy a car for one or two more trips, but she also knew that if her employer’s little project worked, her American dollars would be worthless.


She thought to herself, “this is a good day to be alive.”

From the street, the property was an eyesore with its large unpainted cinderblock wall acting as a fence and the large rot iron gate blocking any view. The security cameras gave the place an almost prison-like feel. The house was almost a letdown to anyone expecting to find a mansion instead of the two-story craftsman bungalow with a detached three-car garage. Lovely, well-built home but nothing special. Janice and Bill were finished moving into the house. Janice was in her new office, cleaning her guns while Bill worked on his lesson plans for the new school year. Janice had spent the day teaching Jenny how to use and carry a firearm. Jenny was also taking classes to earn her concealed carry permit. Janice bought Jenny a Glock 43 with a couple of extra magazines. She tried to get her to carry a Rhino like hers in 357-magnum, but Jenny wanted the Glock. She also tried to help Bill find a gun he was comfortable with. Still, his distaste for guns eventually led to a taser, and the promise to practice with the shotgun hid near the bed.


A cleaning crew came around and cleaned the walls, so they could be painted. Janice and Bill offered the walls as a blank canvas to his school and a few artist friends of Jenny. The school would have the outside, and the friends of Jenny would do the inside. The front of the wall would be painted as one mural made to look like the wall wasn’t there, and the house on the other side was more mansion-like. The inside would be freestyle in any fashion the individual wanted as long as the more risqué art could not be seen from the street. One of Jenny’s friends was known for painting realistic three-dimensional paintings of nude people with multiple gender sex organs in lude sex acts. Another one was known for painting her poetry in a mix of paint and body fluids such as blood.


Bill read, “He runs his rough weathered hands down my chest, his not going to read that. He thrusts, pokes, and penetrates, the knife slick red and warm.”

Bill looked out at the place where this will be painted in a mix of red paint, blood, and a mystery fluid to be named later and wondered just how long it would take to grow a creeping vine up a wall. Jenny was with a friend named Heather and Heather’s husband Jeff, as Heather tried new patterns and techniques on them using body paint. Afterward, they spent the day with each other.


After a few calls to find something more fun to drive, Ava called Yara and told her, “I just started the plan, soon we will have to move. Get ready, but don’t let the staff know.”


Yara looked outside and saw Hector as he worked on the yard. He was shirtless in a pair of jean shorts and a straw cowboy hat. She watched him as he watched one of the downstairs maids clean the patio. The sixteen-year-old was the newest on the staff and had not yet taken part in any of the activities. He figured that he would approach either Ava or Yara and suggest they break the girl in, but he would have a twinge of remorse and wonder just how dammed his soul was. Yara knew that Ava would jump at the chance, but she would never touch this girl. She brought her here to help her escape Ava and go home. Yara knew she could count on her sister to help her.

© 2020 Michael Collins aka Lakemoron

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