Mike is an amateur writer working on building a hopefully compelling story. He lives in The Village of Lakemore, Summit Country, Ohio.
A Note about the future of the story and this weekend
Part 40 marks the turning point for the story with just seven parts to go before the end. When it's done, I'm going to go back to My Private Global War. As of right now, I don't see another log form story with Janice and the voices in her head. I may do some smaller stories about her business.
Someone actually bought an ebook of my book (Dealing Justice, Alice's War), and while I'm sure they will return it soon with a note saying how bad it was, the sale has me looking at the book's sequel (Dealing Justice 2: Alice's Second War). Like the first book, I used Grammarly to edit the text. This weekend I plan to finish the edit (listen to using the text-to-speech function on Word, re-edit in Grammarly, lather rinse repeat) so I can sell it on Amazon in both hardcover and Kindle editions.
For those that want to sell a book on Amazon Publishing, I made .25 cents on that sale.
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 named Lance on the way she would either keep or feed to the alligators. Janice's former partner/mentor took a trip to Miami beach. While in Miami, Ava Sees Sean.
Janice takes on a new client whose husband seems to be blackmailing women into sleeping with him. The client is backed by the husband's firm, who wants to use his indiscretions to kick him out of the company.
- Private Voices: Part 39
Sean goes on vacation in Miami where he is spotted by Ava. Janice takes on a new client.
Lance woke up after another long night with Ava. He was starting to wonder if he made a mistake in getting into her car when he realized he wasn’t in the hotel room. The room looked like either a motel or a hotel, but it wasn’t the four seasons. He had something hanging low on his throat, and something was written on his hand.
The note said, “Don’t take off the bomb.”
Lance felt the thing around his neck, then he carefully got up and went into the bathroom.
He found a note on the mirror saying, “The collar around your neck is a bomb, by walking into the bathroom you activated it. You have six hours to kill the man in the file, or the bomb will blow your head off. Tell the police and die, tell the man and die, fail to kill him before times up and die. Thanks for a great time, Ava.”
The collar had lumps of gray material with wires and a timer. It was loose and low enough that if he wore a collared shirt, it would be hidden. On the side of the sink was a folder with the room number and picture of an older man named Sean Mackay. Back on the bed, Lance found a case with a handgun. A note said the gun was already; all he had to do was push the safety and fire. The 22/45 Ruger with a suppressor was lighter than he thought it would be but also long.
Sean moved from his nice hotel to a motel that was more of a flophouse. He wanted to have more cash to spend on Brenda. She didn’t ask him to; he just wanted to spend as much time as he could before she went back to Michigan. Brenda was going to spend the day at a spa that was for women only, so Sean went back to his flophouse of a motel and went to sleep. He woke to a presence in the room. In a chair near the bed, he saw a young skinny man with a gun in his lap.
Lance said, “She said I needed to put the barrel up to your head, so the round would kill you, but I can’t.”
He patted the gun, saying, “I wanted you to know what I know before this goes off, but I got lost, and it took all my time to find you. In about three minutes, this thing will go off, and Ava will have killed me, but I didn’t kill for her.”
Lance said, “Just go and let this thing be done with me.”
Sean looked at the collar then he replied, “I was once a cop, let me see that thing, and just maybe I can help.”
Lance handed Sean the gun by the barrel. Sean stripped the magazine ejected the chambered round. He then looked at the bomb.
Janice and Jenny watched the footage of Jon as he used whatever control over these women to force himself on them. The real gold was when they found footage of him with a girl that had to be underage. He had paid this one, and he didn’t linger afterward.
Jenny said, “What is wrong with this guy? Could there ever be enough for him?”
Janice replied, “It was lucky that he used the same room every time, or this job could have become expensive.”
The last recorded image was the worst. Jon had paid for a prostitute to come to his room dressed in the uniform of a local middle school. The working girl looked the part, and she gave a performance of a lifetime acting as his victim as he forcefully took her in a way that mimicked rape. Janice knew he used a camera to record his conquests, including this last one. Janice counted in her head all the women he recorded, and it came to around seven with several of them multiple times totaling up to twelve videos. If she could get into his account and download his stash of selfie-porn, then who knows how many he did just like this. The client was going to meet her in her office in an hour, but Janice told her they should meet at her husband’s firm. About the time she was going to leave, she got a call from an unknown number in Florida.
Sean touched one of the gray lumps on the collar. He rubbed his fingers together, then he smelled them. He pulled one of the wires out. With every action, Lance jumped.
Sean showed his fingers and said, “Boy, this is modeling clay, not C-4.”
He unhooked the collar and showed how the wires were just jammed in, and the timer was just a timer.
Sean said, “You said, Ava. What do you know about her?”
From the smell, it was clear that Lance had crapped himself. The timer went off, and he jumped. Sean poured him a shot of whiskey and Lance down it on one go only to run to the bathroom and toss it back up. In the chair he was in, there was a dark brown to black stain. Sean closed the bathroom door and told Lance to take a shower before coming back out. Ten minutes later, Lance was smelling better and in clothing that was maybe twice his size. He told Sean about being picked up by Ava and how she brought him to the hotel.
Lance said, “My mom told me I couldn’t get my license for another year, so I left home not thinking about what I would find just…… I don’t know.”
Sean picked up his phone and called Janice, “Hey babe, this is Sean.”
Janice replied, “Yeah, no one else calls me babe. How’s Florida?”
Sean said how he didn’t have time for small talk. He was calling the FBI and the local police, but he wanted her to know first.
He said, “Ava is back in the states.”
He told her about the sixteen-year-old Lance, the bomb, and how Ava was upset about not being able to call the island. Lance said how Ava used a credit card for everything, even though she had somewhere near ten-thousand dollars in cash on her. Janice added a call to the secret service, but Sean said they should call homeland about the counterfeit bills.
Lance said, “If it helps, I took a few off the top.”
He went to his soiled jeans and pulled out three one-hundred-dollar bills. Sean disconnected the call and called the FBI than the local law.
James John, the manager, unlocked the door and held it open as Ava walked into the bank with her purse and a bag of cash. Along the way, she had stopped and counted the bills to find three of them missing, but they weren’t any of the special bills. She sat down, and they did the usual pleasantries, and she handed him fifty-five thousand dollars in cash. Some from her own reserves while the rest were the special bills. While Ava was in Fort Myers, others were in other banks in nineteen other cities across the country, depositing the coded bills. Not every bill would be put through the counting machines. Still, enough of them would be scanned and have their code compiled to the federal reserve system to build the program Ava’s employer designed. They paid Ava one-hundred and fifty million in diamonds to deposit the bills in critical cities on this day. Ava would have done this for free. She hated how in the land of the free, she couldn’t be free to be who she was. Ava knew she was a killer.
The Next Part
- Private Voices: Part 41
Ava finishes her job and starts on her quest for revenge. *Warning This part is not advertizer friendly*
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