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Chapter 2

 

In her San Francisco apartment, Wendy Harper nervously paced around her living room. "Where is he?" she asked herself while she walked.

Wendy thirty-two years old with short black hair. She was cute in a nerdy kind of way. She worked as a nurse and had a heart of gold.

And Wendy always worried about her little brother Bob. She was worried sick since it was now nine in the morning. She hadn't heard a word from Bob since his call last night just before he snuck into the UAS building.

After she paced for fifteen additional minutes, then she made another attempt.

Back in the UAS building, Kirby sat at his desk and worked at his computer. He just returned thirty minutes ago from a talk with the police about Bob's suicide.

Gino and Sal entered his office.

"Did you complete your assignment at Grove's apartment?" Kirby asked them.

"Everything is all set. The police will believe your suicide theory," Sal replied.

Kirby smiled then Bob's cell phone rang on Kirby's desk. He curiously opened it up and saw it was Wendy calling.

"Yeah," he whispered in an attempt to sound like Bob while he answered the call.

"Bob, where the hell are you? You said you'll be up here at seven and it's now a little past nine," Wendy said from the cell phone and didn't think anything about the whispered answer.

Kirby disconnected the call.

He opened up Bob's address book on the cell phone.

He looked up Wendy's address. He thought for a few seconds while he pondered how to get rid of her. After a few more seconds, he had an idea.

"I'll call you when I need you again," Kirby told them.

"Yes, sir," Gino replied.

Sal and Gino walked to the door.

Kirby opened up the Special Security Consultants Project website.

He looked at the list of consultants. He smiled when he found one he could use. He picked up his cell phone and opened up one of his numerous consultant's contacts. "It's Eagle, we had a slight problem that developed last night. I need you in San Francisco immediately. More details to follow," Kirby typed into his cell phone.

Back in Wendy's apartment, she nervously paced around her living room and wondered why Bob's call was suddenly disconnected. She suddenly got worried sick and quickly made another phone call.

"Federal Bureau of Investigation, how may I direct your call?" the female receptionist answered.

"Agent Britney Cooper, please."

"One minute," the receptionist replied.

Wendy waited a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, but Agent Cooper is unavailable until tomorrow. May another Agent assist you?" the receptionist said.

"No, thank you. May I have her answering machine?"

"One minute."

"This is Agent Britney Cooper. I'm out on vacation. Please leave a message, and I will return your call as soon as I return to the job," Britney's recorded message stated.

A beep was heard. "Britney, it's Wendy Harper. Please don't worry; I'm not trying to set you up on another date. The reason I'm calling is that my brother Bob was supposed to see me this morning, but he never arrived, and I'm worried sick. Call me when you get back to your office. It's essential!" Wendy said, afraid to leave too much information and thought it would be better to tell her in private.

Wendy closed her cell phone.

She walked to her window and looked out at the city of San Francisco. She wondered if Bob was somewhere out there amongst all that traffic. Maybe he was stuck in traffic. Maybe his cell phone battery died. Those were all possible positive scenarios she thought. "Hurry up, Bob!" she quietly said while she continued to stare out her window and her stomach started getting sick.

Meanwhile, it was a gorgeous day in Hawaii, and the Pacific Ocean looked so beautiful, and the waves were excellent for the surfers.

In the sand, Albert and Ginger soaked up the sunshine while they lay on some blankets, as did numerous other tourists at the beach of the Royal Hawaiian.

A photographer walked up to them with a camera in hand. "Would you like a remembrance of your time in Hawaii?" the photographer asked hoping to make a few extra bucks.

Ginger turned over on her stomach and avoided eye contact with him. "No, thank you," she replied when her face was shielded from the camera.

Albert looked disappointed while the photographer walked away.

Behind Albert stood a young boy named Buck, who was around six years old and dressed in a cowboy outfit. He saw Ginger and gave her the one-eyed evil stare.

He strutted over with a cap pistol.

He aimed his cap pistol at Ginger. He fired it.

Albert jumped startled.

Ginger didn't flinch. She glanced over at the boy and chuckled at the sight of the cap pistol aimed at Albert. "Reminds me of when you shot one of Daddy's guns at his farm," she said then chuckled.

The boy's mother rushed over. She snatched the cap pistol out of little Buck's hands. He pouted.

"I'm sorry. Buck loves playing old western Sheriff and pretends everybody is an outlaw," the woman said with a southern twang.

She rushed Buck away by his arm. "What did I tell you about doing that to strangers?" she scolded him.

Albert smiled as he watched them and longed for children, but Ginger wasn't interested.

Ten minutes of soaking up the sun rays passed, then Ginger's cell phone buzzed. She opened it up and looked serious. It was a text message.

She stood up and walked five feet from Albert. She read her message. "Rats," she said with a frown.

She walked back to Albert with a serious look.

"What's wrong?" he asked while he sat up.

"I gotta go back to the office for a couple of days," she said while she sat down.

"What? But we're on vacation. Can't they leave you alone for a few days?" Albert replied and hated these moments with her job.

"I know Albee, but there's a crisis with our new contract. And since I'm the director of Accounting, I have to go to the office and straighten it out," she replied then stood up and grabbed up her blanket.

"Can't they find someone else?"

"I'm in line for a vice president's slot so I must leave. I'm sorry baby. They made a reservation for me, so I better get to the airport since the plane leaves in two hours," she said then leaned down and gave him a kiss on his lips. "Go ahead and enjoy Hawaii. I'll be back in a couple of days. Sorry Albee," she added.

Ginger grabbed her blanket and belongings, and she rushed away toward the hotel.

"But Ginger, can't you wait?" he called out to her.

Ginger ignored him while she rushed off since her career was far more critical at the moment.

Albert turned around and stared at Diamond Head and the ocean.

A waitress walked up to Albert. "Would you like a drink from the bar, sir?" she asked with a warm smile.

Albert turned around and saw Ginger while she rushed to the hotel. "Sure. I'll have a whiskey and coke. Heavy on the whiskey," he replied.

The waitress smiled and walked away.

Albert looked depressed while he stared at Diamond Head.

Ten minutes later, the waitress brought Albert his whiskey coke.

Thirty minutes later, she brought him his second drink.

Twenty minutes later, she brought him his third drink.

After his fourth drink, Albert walked with a little swaying back to the hotel with a good buzz.

Later that day after the booze wore off, Albert looked at the pamphlets in the lobby on the exciting sights and events to make his vacation in Hawaii enjoyable.

After some dinner, he went back to his room and stared out his balcony at the ocean a little depressed he was alone in paradise. He decided to go ahead and have some fun until Ginger returned, as it was pointless to hang around moping.

He went back into his bedroom and looked at the pamphlets he picked up in the lobby. He planned tomorrow's events.

It was another beautiful morning in Hawaii, and Albert got up early to start his day of fun.

After breakfast and coffee at the hotel, Albert headed down to the beach.

For the next hour, Albert windsurfed in the ocean. He did a pretty good job for a beginner even with four spills into the sea. He also got a couple of interesting stares from some women.

After windsurfing Albert rented a Jeep and went for a long drive in the country. He drove around for four hours and loved the beautiful scenery that Hawaii offered.

After turning the Jeep back into the rental place, Albert ate a late lunch at a small diner near the hotel.

Meanwhile back in San Francisco, Wendy worked her shift at the Saint Francis Memorial Hospital. She tried to concentrate on her patients, but her mind was worried sick about her brother.

Back in Hawaii, an hour later, Albert jogged on the beach for three miles.

After a shower and dinner at the hotel restaurant, Albert headed down to the hotel bar.

Thirty minutes and two whiskey and cokes later, Albert ordered his third drink.

Marsha, a twenty-five gorgeous brunette with a drop-dead body in a tight red dress, sat down at the barstool next to Albert.

She glanced over at Albert and smiled.

The bartender walked up to her.

"I'll have a margarita," she said.

The bartender nodded then walked away to make her drink.

She looked back at Albert while he took a sip of his drink. She got interested. "How's your stay in Hawaii?" she asked.

Albert looked at her and saw her warm smile.

"It's okay," Albert said without any enthusiasm as he missed Ginger.

"Okay? How can it be just okay? This is paradise," she said while the bartender set her drink on the bar.

"It is beautiful, but not fun when you're here by yourself," he replied, then motioned to the bartender he wanted another drink.

"My name is Marsha. If you want, I would love some company since I'm here alone on business," she said and followed it up with a loving smile.

Albert looked at her smile, and it took a few seconds to sink in his head that she was trying to pick him up. He looked at her sexy body, and for a second, he wanted her, but then he remembered Ginger. "You're magnificent, but I'm married, and my wife should be back tomorrow. I hope," he said while he crossed his fingers for good luck.

"Well, that means we could still have today for some fun," Marsha replied and gave Albert her best bedroom eyes.

For a split second, Albert was going to accept her offer. "I'm sorry. I'm devoted to my wife," he said.

Marsha gave him a quick smile then got off the stool and walked away with her margarita a little disappointed.

The bartender brought him his drink.

An hour later, Albert stumbled drunken back to his hotel room. After he fumbled with the room key for a few seconds, he eventually opened his room door.

Inside his room, he stumbled over to the bed where he plopped down head still in his clothes. In a matter of minutes, he was sound asleep.

It was two in the morning over in San Francisco.

Wendy retired to bed where thoughts of Bob's whereabouts filled her head. She tossed and turned while she tried to fall asleep but was unsuccessful.

Someone quietly broke into her apartment. This person wore a black shirt, black pants, black ski mask, and some bootie shoe covers.

This individual ever so quietly tiptoed through Wendy's home and entered her bedroom.

Wendy was too worried about Bob to hear or see this individual.

Wendy's eyes widened when she felt the prick of a needle while it entered her arm. She looked up and saw this masked individual that stood by her bed with a syringe needle in her arm. She tried to scream, but the masked individual quickly covered her mouth with a gloved hand. Then the large dose of heroin entered her system. Wendy smiled while she felt the heroin take effect.

The individual dropped the syringe onto the bed by Wendy.

The individual quietly walked out of the room.

Thirty minutes had passed, and that masked individual parked their car by a dumpster far away from Wendy's apartment. The area by the dumpster was dark and the perfect location to go undetected in the shadows.

The killer quickly disposed of the booties, gloves, shirt, pants and ski mask.

The individual drove away into the darkness of San Francisco with confidence Wendy's murder would be believed to be a suicide.

It was another beautiful morning in Hawaii with scattered clouds.

Ginger walked out of the Honolulu airport with her overnight bag in hand.

She walked up to a taxicab and requested a ride to the hotel.

Fifteen minutes later, Ginger rushed into the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Inside their room, Albert was still asleep in the bed.

Ginger entered their room and noticed it was quiet.

"Albee? Are you here?" she called out.

A few minutes later, Albert moped out of the bedroom and looked like death warmed over. "What the hell happened to you?" she said when she saw him.

"I was bored, so I drank a little too much last night," Albert replied and sat down on the couch.

"Well, go take a nice hot shower. Then we're going for a nice breakfast. Then we're going to enjoy Hawaii. We still have two days left on our vacation," she said then walked up to Albert and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Albert moped off to the bathroom.

After an excellent breakfast, Albert felt a lot better, plus he had Ginger by his side.

Their adventure in paradise finally started.

First, they went on a ride inside an Eco-Star helicopter from Blue Hawaiian Helicopters and toured the Oahu Island.

After the helicopter ride, they went over to Pearl Harbor, as Albert had always wanted to see the USS Arizona.

After a late lunch, they relaxed on the beach for a couple of hours.

After dinner, they retired to the room for some lovemaking.

It was the next morning, and Albert and Ginger went out to enjoy the Hawaiian paradise.

First, they went horseback riding in the countryside.

After the horseback ride, they went on a Jeep tour of Oahu where they saw some movie set locations for movies such as Jurassic Park and Windtalkers.

After lunch, they went on a shark adventure boat ride where they saw adventurers get in the ocean along with sharks.

After a quick shower, they headed off to Sam Choy's Diamond Head restaurant for a romantic dinner.

Then they retired to their room an evening of romance and passionate lovemaking.