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Private Voices: Part 39

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 behind a wall. Bill offered the wall to a creative art class to paint a mural.

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's assistant Yara with the help of her sister Maria plans on escaping the island and Ava's control while the US Navy moves in.

Ava starts her plan going between Miami and Fort Myers. She found a hitchhiker on the way she would either keep or feed to the alligators. Janice's former partner/mentor took a trip to Miami beach.

Part Thirty-Eight

Part Thirty-Nine Chapter Ten

The bartender handed the young man the two drinks, wondering if he was making a mistake. The woman who ordered the vodka and lime sodas was a guest of the hotel and paid him well to not ask questions, but if he was caught serving someone underage, he could be in trouble. The guy looked like a young emaciated Brad Pit. Nearby a man in a straw Panama hat was hitting on a woman nearly half his age. To his surprise, it seemed like it was working, and maybe the old man was going to need a little blue pill. Sean watched the bartender, the kid with the drinks, and the woman he was with. Her name was Brenda, she was fifty-three, and she seemed to be into him. He lost interest in the kid and just missed seeing Ava, but Ava saw him. She watched as this woman whispered into Sean’s ear as they laughed together. Ava had one more day in Miami before she had to be back at the bank and finish her job, but if he sees her, she might have to run.

Sean was staying in a different hotel near his own price range, but Brenda was a guest at the Four Seasons. She was a retired teacher from Lancing, Michigan, but she went to college at Kent State. She took early retirement after her elementary was closed and consolidated into another school. She would come to Miami every year for one week and spend her entire entertainment budget for the year on a room. She liked Sean’s old school gentlemen’s approach to her. Too many men her age didn’t know how to treat a lady, although she didn’t like being called “babe” occasionally. She had asked him why he didn’t retire.

Sean said, “I’ve been working since I was sixteen, and I don’t see a reason why to stop now also, Babe, retirement is something old people do.”

She wanted to be mad after all she was retired, but something about this man-made her not so angry.

She said to him, “Stop calling me Babe, and just maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.”

Ava watched them walk away. She thought about old people sex and nearly dropped her drink. She had nothing against the man except that he was a friend of the woman that ruined her business. The woman was just in the wrong place with the wrong man and would be collateral damage. Ava called around and found a gun she could buy without any questions. Now all she needed was the hardware to build her a bomb. She saw this as a win on three counts. She could deal with this man, hurt Janice, and take care of Lance; Ava was growing tired of his puppy dog-like attention. Usually, she would have him go to her island to work or just killed him and moved on, but she couldn’t do either without risking her job. Lance lived because his death would raise too many questions. She tried her cell again, but she couldn’t connect to the island. Someone most likely, the U.S. government was stopping any communication between the mainland and the island. She also knew that they were most likely tracing any calls made to the island. She wanted to make sure that Yara and Hector got off the island. Ava started to think that the American Navy was about to invade her home without permission. She would find herself alone without a safe place to retreat.


The art students were nearly finished with the outside wall. From the street, they painted a mural that made the white cinderblock wall disappear with the illusion of a park-like setting. In the park were depictions of families, including the faces of everyone working on the mural. Among the children was a detailed painting of Brandon. One of the artists was a boy named Ashley Johnson. He was named after a character from a movie called The Evil Dead, and most people called him Ash. He was a friend of Brandon and was there when he died on the soccer field a little over three years ago. Seeing him made Bill think about that day as well as his son. The inside walls were a mismatch of art from a unicorn sodomized by a priest to a firefight between Carebears and My Little Ponies. He was impressed with several works, from a three-dimensional hole in the wall with nothing but blackness on the other side to a metallic work that looked like stain glass. Bill was on his way to set up his classroom for the new year. In just a few days, he would be Mr. James again, and he couldn’t wait.


Jon Delvin opened the door to the passenger side of his car, and she got out. Her name was Sandy Keats, and like Jon, she was married. Jon Kissed her on the lips while his hands found her breasts then backside. She pushed him away while looking around. Jon had already been to the motel and had rented a room for the night. Neither of them noticed the jeep parked nearby or Janice in the back with her camera. When Jon went to pick up his next-door neighbor’s wife, Janice paid the motel clerk to let her into his room so she could plant a few bugs and cameras. April Delvin said her husband would screw anything remotely female. She was the client, but Jon’s business partners were also involved. They wanted him out of their accounting firm, and with a divorce, he would be forced to sell his shares, and they would be rid of him. Janice thought about telling Sandy how Jon was also screwing her nineteen-year-old daughter, and it seemed like it was going on for years. Jon would hit on anyone from his partner’s wives to his wife’s sisters. April knew that he slept with one of her sisters last year, but she had no proof, and her sister stopped talking to her after April confronted her about the affair. Jon and Sandy were naked as Jon went down on her giving his wife enough proof to end their marriage and his partners enough to cut ties with him.

Jon moved up her body, spreading her legs and going to work. Janice could see something in Sandy’s eyes that seemed to say she didn’t want to be there. She was married to an airline pilot that flew from Cleveland to Las Vegas. She would go days without seeing her husband. Janice knew that Jon was their accountant. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this man was using Sandy. With a quick thrust and gasp, Jon was finished.

He rolled over onto his back and said to Sandy, “That was the best one yet.”

Sandy asked, “Are we done yet?”

Jon rolled over and put his hand on her throat.

He said, “We are done when I say we are done unless you want your husband to know about your nasty habit.”

Jon got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Janice could hear the lid open and piss hitting the water; Sandy got out of bed and took a small pill bottle out of her purse. She dry-swallowed the pill then another. Janice couldn’t make out the bottle, but it was the usual amber bottle used for prescriptions. Janice thought that Jon must have found out Sandy was popping pills, and he used this information to blackmail her for sex.

Janice said to herself, “Wow, what a guy. Why are all the good ones married.”

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© 2020 Michael Collins aka Lakemoron

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