"We received a tip that Martin Blankenship of Blankenship Chrysler," he said with a commercial flair, "has a warrant out of Nevada for a failure to appear on a DWI, and the Attorney who called was working for Mrs. Blankenship she is seeking a divorce. She found him with a girl, but she was not sure how old the young lady was, she had her head buried in his lap at the time." He gave them an eyebrow raised sounds good to me. "Now that attorney was not sure, but something was said about him that didn't sound right and he thinks we should check his computers for child porn. He has been spending a lot of time out of town and in the Windsor Hotel lately with someone."
"Well, isn't that interesting, but I don't think that is enough to get a warrant for his computer. You check about the warrant in Nevada, and I'll go ask about the search warrant for his computers. Wish me luck," the lead vice detective said he would love to take that cocky-looking ass down.
*
Sitting Indian-style in front of the TV with a bag of sour gummy worms in her lap she was feeling bloated. She made a trip to the local Sprouts grocery store this morning to pick up snack food and the worms called to her. Yeah, they were on sale she did good and bought a big bag. She sat on the floor because the recliners behind her were too big for her. Sitting in them pushed her head forward and within minutes she would have a headache. She had complained to Martin when he bought them for the TV media room, but he didn't seem to care. He told her they looked good and that was all that mattered to him. So, she had six recliners in the media room and no place for her to sit and enjoy this big ass TV he had to have.
She had a video to enjoy, thanks to a vigilant employee of Martin's he filmed his arrest. She watched it over and over. The shocked look on his face is why she watched, and she enjoyed every second. Dusty contacted the Reno police, and his rescheduled court date is in three months. She looked up when blue jeans and sandals caught her attention. Brodie stood grinning at the double door entrance to her media room, "Dusty asked for you to come to the office we have found something," he said and with a wave of his hand, he walked away. If he had known she had a set-up like this, he would have brought his Xbox and been in heaven. Dusty brought him to Austin with him to find anything on Martin's computer that could be illegal. He wanted to get something on this man. Dusty had a feeling, and they usually pan out.
Renee scrambled off the floor and followed. She has taken to yoga pants and Martin's white t-shirts as a lifestyle. Filling her face with junk food was helping with the nausea from all the medicine she must take to kill all the diseases he gave her. That was something Martin would never allow, junk food. He called them empty calories. He couldn't have his wife getting fat.
"Ok, so what did you find," Renee asked upon entering the study.
"He has at least seven active e-mail sites did you know," Dusty asked as he got out of the chair and Brodie slipped back in to bring them up.
"No; I know we had two, one for business and one for us. So, what is on the other ones?" Renee asked, "Not sure she wants to know. What the hell was Martin into?
"Well, he is in contact with several of what I would say are underage girls. One he met up with in Nevada. He has dozens of e-mails back and forth with a girl during that same time frame he received the DWI. She claims she is eighteen. Here is her picture," he told her, and Dusty scooted back so she could see the monitor.
She stood next to Brodie looking at a picture of a girl who looked about twelve. "He believed she was older because of the heavy makeup," she said trying to make a joke because this was so pathetic.
"Honestly, men will believe anything if they want it badly enough," Dusty told her with a smirk, "that is only one of thirty-five he was seeing or working on seeing. But Renee he is involved with young girls," Dusty told her. "I do believe that we need to contact the police and have them go to the Windsor and pull surveillance videos and see who he has been meeting there once a week. I'm sorry, but I don't believe any of these girls are over eighteen. I'd say some are even preteens he is corresponding with."
"You already asked the police to investigate him, and they couldn't, what has changed," Renee asked sounding frustrated.
"They had nothing to go on and now we found something. He thought dumping the e-mails would cover him, but we found them," Brodie said without giving away too much of what they found. She was in such denial about her husband she couldn't accept he was cheating or attempting to cheat with that many young girls.
"Renee I'm like a badger. I don't give up and where the wrong is found, I let the blame fall where it originated. I will call the police and if it is found Martin was an abuser of young teens, even pre-teens he will go down. I will do everything in my power to protect your business by proving the fault lies in Martin and not you. We will make you out to be the hero you put a stop to him," Dusty told her as he picked up the phone to make the call.
*
Renee plopped down on her bed and visualized hundreds of thousands of dollar bills flying away like migrating birds in the fall. All her hard work and her inheritance will be gone because Martin couldn't control his pecker. It was worse than that he was a pedophile pervert. Had she fulfilled his need for years? Now that she is older, he has to go out and find younger ones to satisfy him and his need for young flesh.
Brodie walked in and plopped down on the other side of the bed next to Renee. She bounced as he made an impact turning her head, she saw his sad face.
"You know he has to call this in. He is an officer of the law," Brodie said.
"I know I just feel stupid. How could I not know something was going on? I noticed how he would watch young girls when we were out for dinner or something. I just thought he wanted children of his own. We have planned to have a child now that we are financially stable." She rolled towards him with a disgusting look on her face. "What would have happened if we had a little girl? What could he have done to her?"
"Good question and I could have dug deeper to see how young the girls were, but we need to let the police do the digging. I don't want his attorney to claim it was fabricated by us."
"Oh, and you know he would try that. So, do you think there is enough evidence to hold him?"
"With what I found he should be in jail for life. We just need the DA to charge him," Brodie said.
Martin has been so concerned about her appearance that he would have thrown a fit finding her in yoga pants in the middle of the day. 'Those are for working out nothing else,' he would have looked at her with disdain she thought looking down at what she had on.
"You know you're the second man I have been in bed with," she said and grinned at him. She liked Brodie he isn't cuter than Dusty, but he has a laid-back attitude that draws you in. Dusty was all business. 'Oh, I'm a Lawyer I'm above that.'
"Yeah, well you're my first," he said with his grin.
Renee cupped his cheek, "I find that hard to believe you're too cute to not have had many girlfriends."
"He would have to go out and meet them and he prefers to stay at home," Dusty said as he entered the room wondering what was going on. And why is Brodie lying on his client's bed with her? Lord, he can't take him anywhere. He swears he has a slight case of Aspbergers. He just has no clue when it comes to socially acceptable behavior.
With a how dare you look, and the wave of his hand Brodie shifted to get off the bed. Renee took hold of his arm and told Dusty, "We are just discussing our lots in life, join us and tell me what the police said."
He stepped around to the side of the bed crawled between the pillows and her head and laid on his side to be able to talk, "They are on the way, and they thanked me for finding the smoking gun. The DA wouldn't give out a warrant with just an allegation only."
"I can understand that it was an allegation by a wife seeking a divorce," Brodie said.
"True, but they are bringing an IT guy and a couple of detectives to talk to you," Dusty told her as she started shifting off the bed. "Ok, let me change into something else and I will meet you in the living room," she said seeing her laid comfortable look going away.
*
The doorbell rang and Dusty answered Renee hadn't made her way down yet. She appeared moments after the police entered, bringing boxes and bags for evidence she assumed. Behind them stood eight young men with blue rubber gloves on their laced together fingers looking eager to be set loose in the house. It looked like they brought the whole cadet class with them to learn how to investigate.
"Well, come in and let me explain how naive I have been," Renee said as her house began to fill with men. Having the detectives follow her to the dining room table Brodie took the IT guy to the study to show him what he found and how, while Dusty went with Renee. She sat and told them all she knew, but it was not much.
"I do believe the girl works at the dealership. She was there just a few days ago; she is the young blond at the phone station for the service desk. She looked young but she was working there."
"The girl who was doing a sex act on your husband works at Blankenship Chrysler," Detective Striker asked a little shocked.
"I do believe so. She dropped down behind her desk so quickly that I only caught a glimpse of her. Why else would she have done that unless Martin told her I saw them? It was her childish attempt to not be seen. She is the young blonde-haired girl in the service department," she told them, hoping they would go and get her. She would love to know how old she is where she came from and what STD she carried.
*
"Blanca is going to pop a vessel when she sees the mess the police made looking for nothing. That is exactly what they found except on Martin's computer which sunk his ship," she mumbled after taking in the mess. She was the one who told them to pull it apart if they must. The evidence they found shocked and thrilled her. Revenge is sweet and she has him by his nut sack. Diseased dripping dick on top of that. She wonders if he knows he is infecting all his other little pretties. The man didn't wear condoms even with them.
Taking a seat on the lounger in her back yard Renee stretched out and attempted to relax. Something she hadn't done in a week. If she was honest with herself, it had been years since she relaxed. Martin was a demanding man who kept her on her toes. What a fool she had been living under his perverted thumb. Dusty was right, she had started standing up for herself and not kowtowing to his demands.
Her attitude change had been brought on by Martin's numerous trips lately. Now she knows why he was hooking up with teenage girls. Brodie finally told her what they found. He was trolling the internet for young girls who would have sex with him for money. She wondered if she whet his appetite for young girls. She was petite and looked younger than she is still to this day. Most people think she is twenty at the most.
One of the biggest problems she had with Martin was young men coming on to her when they were out. They would think he's her father. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, she soaked in the mid-afternoon sun. The house was finally empty of nosey men, and the pool looked inviting. She wanted to wash away all the sickening information she had been given over the last few hours. She also wanted to know how much money he doled out to these girls and that will come off the top of what he gets. Two can play that game she grumbled.
She had Dusty telling her not to go shopping and there he has been spending money like crazy on young diseased pussy. Airfare, rooms, and how much money had he paid each girl for their bodies, all that information she wants now. If he thought he was getting innocent girls he is wrong. Look at all the diseases she got from him. She seethed as she dove into the water; something had to cool off her anger. She came up and the water was warm, not even refreshing, damn hot summers in Texas she complained. She was now madder at the world than before.
*
"Ok, Hitch let's go by Blankenship and see if we can find this BJ girl Mrs. Blankenship told us about. I'll just pull into the service bay, and we will walk in that shouldn't alarm her," Detective Tagert said. They drove an unmarked car so unless she is very observant, they should be fine.
"Sounds good; but do you think she is dumb enough to still think she has a job?" Detective Hitchcock asked.
"We will see, won't we?" Tagert said. Hitch and he have been partners for three years working the vice unit. They just hope they can put together enough charges on Martin Blankenship before they release him to go to Nevada. He has his minions going through all his correspondences and contacting the local police departments where each victim lived. They will send out their vice detectives to interview them and their parents. That should be an eye-opener for those parents. Your daughter is in contact with some man to sell herself to that pervert.
They drove an old black Caprice with over a hundred thousand miles and it looked like it needed work done on it. Pulling under the service bay overhang that spiky blonde hair Mrs. Blankenship told them about, caught their attention and they smiled as they got out of the car. Hitch stepped to the front of the desk as Tagert stepped to the side of the desk in case she decided to run. He assessed her to be fourteen or less as he started to flirt to get her to talk to him. He hoped she was not so world-wise that she could tell he was a cop. Tagert searched the runaways list for a young blond girl. The upsetting thing was that there were so many.
"Hey there cutie, I need someone to look at my car the A/C seems to be going out. It smells like ammonia is coming out of the vents and it's not cooling right."
"Yes sir, we can do that for you, but at this time of day we won't be able to get to it today," she offered and handed him a clipboard to fill out his information.
He took it leaned against the desk and smiled. He knew he was a handsome man which is why they used him to win over women in numerous cases. By the way, this young lady was smiling and blushing, she thought he was cute too. He also knew she was not from Texas she had a different accent, southern but not from Austin. "Where are you from darling, I love your accent?" Hitch asked, leaning down further to look her in her down-turned face. Turning to Tagert he smiled at him and said, "She is a cutie ain't she," he said noting she never attempted an answer.
"Yep, she is but what are we going to do for a ride," Tagert asked going along with the game as he pretended to be doing something on his phone. That he was, he was checking the missing kids out of Nevada and found her, but she had long dishwater blond hair not this platinum blond stuff on her head. She had also cut a good fifteen inches off her head. She disappeared in August of last year around the same time Martin was getting a DUI in her town. He wondered if it was her idea or Martin's to cut that hair off.
"Good question maybe we can get this pretty thing to take us to the rental place up the road?"
"Oh no I don't drive we usually call, and they will bring you a car here," she said and began to look at the cards on her desk for the number.
"Oh, great sweetie, what is your name," Hitch asked, trying to keep her talking so Tagert could find the information.
"Jamie Lynn Carson," she said, trying to sound more Texan than she was, as she found the card for the local rental place and handed it to him.
"Oh, thanks doll you look young to be working here," he suggested seeing what she said.
"It is a work-study class. I work here half a day," she offered quickly as if she had told the story many times.
"Oh wow, that is a good deal what school do you go to?" Hitch asked.
"Um," she said and blushed brightly.
Hitch chuckled, "Lots of school spirit in you."
"NO! Just brain farts now go ahead and fill out this paperwork and we will get you a rental car if that is what you want," she said and lifted the phone waiting for the approval to call.
Hitch was impressed with her quick mind; maybe she isn't as young as she looks. Tagert stood with his back to them working frantically on his cell phone. He turned to Hitch and nodded his head, indicating he found her and yes, she was a young runaway.
"Angelia you will need to go with us," Tagert said. The shocked look on her face told them they had the right girl.
"You are a runaway from Nevada and you're fourteen so how you are working here is a mystery." Reaching out he took her by her arm and she jerked away.
"No, Martin the owner gave me this job and I'm not that Angelia girl so leave me alone," she squealed catching the attention of a few of the auto mechanics. Tagert pulled out his badge and displayed it to the approaching men and watched them make a quick U-turn.
"OK, if that is true, we will have you back here within the hour, but for now you are under arrest."
She jerked to try to get away as another man approached with customers looking on.
"Could I help you," the man dressed very nicely in an expensive suit asked.
"Sure," Tagert said as he showed him his badge. "We believe we found a runaway working here. It may only be me but she looks a little young to be working here. Are you the one who hired her?"
"No, that was the owner. He claims she asked him for a job. I knew something was not right, but he was the owner.
He supplied the social security numbers for her job information," the man told them.
"How long has she been here?" Hitch asked.
"About seven months, I'm Bradley Mitchell the general manager."
"Nice to meet you and I do believe you will be holding down the business for a long time. You may want to call Mrs. Blankenship so she can discuss what is going on with her husband. Meanwhile, she will be going with us if everything checks out and she is Jamie Lynn she will be brought back to finish out the day." Taggart told him with an I wouldn't hold my breath look.
"Right, bye Jamie," Bradley said and walked away, signaling the other employees to go back to work; they had been watching the drama.
Stepping to Angelia's side, Hitch took her other arm and walked her out. They took her to the juvenile detention center and left her in the capable hands of the officers there. They both knew she was the runaway, but they needed to link her to Martin and his trip to Nevada.
They need to go see if she is the one, he has been taking to the Windsor. All they need is one glimpse of her in the hotel while Martin was there, and if they can link him to her disappearance, and prove he brought her here from Nevada and had sex with her; he will be sunk. For now, Angelia was not talking. They will contact her family, but she will not be going anywhere until they know what she has been up to.
Mrs. Blankenship claims she was giving oral sex to her husband; they need to find out if that is true. They could check her for VD and find out if it is the same one Martin has. They did a forensic taping of the chair he was sitting in and the floor around that chair. If they find her hair in his house; hello Martin, she is fourteen. They even checked the vacuum for hair in the brush. Sure, it will be hard to tell one blond hair from the other, but Renee doesn't dye her hair.
*
As Renee came up from her fifth lap in the pool Blanca stood at the edge of the pool. "What happened," she demanded her hands on her hips looking livid.
"Wasn't me; it was that damn Martin. He got in trouble with the cops, and they had a search warrant," Renee told her as she got out of the pool. "I'll help put it back together, I just needed to relax a few minutes it was a bad morning."
Blanca immediately started shaking her head as Renee spoke. "No, I will come back and do it later today. I need to do my other homes first and then I will be back to do yours," Blanca said, turned, and walked back into the house. Normally this was an easy house but not today, everything was pulled apart.
"Ok, now you made me feel bad," Renee whined thinking about how messy the house was. She put on her robe went back in the house cleaned her room and was working on the bathroom as her doorbell rang. Still in the skimpy bathing suit she grabbed the silky robe and ran down the stairs. She hoped Dusty would decide to come by before he went back to Houston. He went down to the courthouse to make sure the divorce was filed properly while he was in town then they were going back to Houston.
Opening the door after seeing the silhouette of a man her smile dropped, "Bradley how can I help you," she asked very unsure why he was there. They have a past she is not too proud of. He got a little too frisky at a Christmas party and was way too touchy before she could get away. She hoped he was not trying to take advantage while Martin was gone. And of course, she was in almost nothing to add to her appeal.
"The police came by and picked up our young phone girl. They told me to call you, but I felt it may be better to come by. Things seem to be getting out of control and I need to find out what we are up against."
"You're smart. Yeah, come on in and have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" She said walking towards her kitchen which was a pulled apart mess.
"No, I'm fine. What is happening?" he asked watching her nice firm ass twitching in front of him as she moved around the kitchen.
"Oh, Bradley things have become crazy. I came home and…." She told him her story as she looked around the messy house and started putting things away.
"Then the police came in and tore the house apart took his computer and some other evidence and left me with this mess," she said extending her hands in an, I give up motion.
"Wow, so it sounds like he will be locked up for a while," he offered.
"I do believe so. They think that girl is a runaway and he brought her here from Nevada."
"Well, we knew she was something special to him. Also, that she is young, but what are we supposed to do, tell the owner, he can't hire people."
"I didn't know he was doing something slimy. I just wish someone would have told me he was skipping out all the time."
"And you with your head up your," Bradley said not too nicely. He was seeing all his hard work floating away because this could get bad, and he'd be out looking for a job.
"Ok, I got it. I could see no fault with him. Well, my rose-colored glasses broke Saturday night and then my attorney stomped them out of the frames. So, are you going to stick with me or are you here to abandon ship on me?"
"No, I love my job, it is just when the news gets out, we may have problems with the moral police."
"I know my attorney has a plan to make me look like I'm the hero. I found out he was doing wrong and stopped him," she said and did a princess wave with a smart-ass grin.
"So that is how I will present this to the employees and Martin won't be back," Bradly offered.
"No, and if he makes bail, I won't let him in the door. My attorney is working on that also. But as far as he is concerned, he won't be free again, they found so much against him on his computer and then called the police to come out. What we need to press is the DUI and not the girl for now," Renee told Bradley as she escorted him to the door.
She didn't like the way he was looking at her and putting him out was her best bet. He has had a thing for her and has for a few years which was one reason she didn't spend a lot of time at the dealership. Martin thinks he is invaluable to the place she thinks he is a womanizing slime. But he knew the job, and no one had complained about being accosted by him.
Blanca pulled up out front in the street the reality hit him, he was leaving, no sweet talk would be keeping him here, so he left. Martin refused to let Blanca park in the driveway because her car leaked oil one time. That car is long gone, but the principal is she is the help, and he made her scrub the oil out of the drive and park on the street. Hate the job or not she needs the money. Renee figures she is thrilled he has been arrested.
He was such a jerk to her. At times Renee thought he would throw a fit claiming he couldn't find something and make a mess on the day Blanca was coming to clean. He knew Renee wouldn't clean it up. What he didn't know was Renee always paid her a lot more on those days. He would write the check as usual, but she would hand her cash as she did today. Lots of cash, and the place was messy.
"Hi Blanca," Renee called out as Bradley walked to his car. He was driving a test drive car as usual. Martin and he would always drive test cars. They would lose thousands, but they claim it was a write-off on taxes. Business expenses and someone got a good deal on them.
"I got my room and am working on my bathroom. Thanks for coming back. You can park in the drive he is gone," Renee told her as she walked to the front door.
"You be amazed what men with money can get away with Miss," Blanca told her and got busy cleaning.
That was true but she didn't know what he was involved in.