Starting Over Pt. 04 Ch. 01

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This is the fourth section of the continuing saga “Starting Over”. In Part I, LTC (Retired) John Jackson had moved to Seattle after being widowed. He ran into some trouble and some decent people (okay, and a few strippers), while working towards getting his private investigator license. That took place between Sep and Dec 2012.

In Part II, he got involved in a ring trafficking in young women. The main perpetrators were captured, but the hired gun/enforcer slipped away. That took place in Apr and May 2013.

In Part III, which took place in 2013 and 2014, John managed to find the enforcer in Key West and was planning to kill him, but changed his mind. He really didn’t know if he could kill someone in cold blood, but the man was living with a woman and had decided that he was retiring. John let him go and returned to Seattle where Maggie gave indications that she wanted a serious relationship. Then he used that enforcer from Key West to assist in capturing an assassin. The assassin had been hired to kill him and the detective who helped him break up a leg of a human trafficking chain.

Now we are in Part IV. It’s 2019 now, and things are not what he had thought they were going to be.

Main Characters

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5’11”, 180, 53 years old.

Marie Jackson, John’s dead wife, 5’8″, 140, 44 years old, died 15 Jan 2012

Angelica Jackson (Angel), John and Marie’s daughter, 5’5″, 125, 26 years old.

Elizabeth Huntington (Beth), Angelica’s roommate, 5’6″ 130, 26 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5’5″, 120, 41 years old.

Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary’s sister, 5’6″, 115, 44 years old, and John’s love interest.

Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie’s daughter, 14 years old.

Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5’4″, 145, 32 years old, Mary’s cousin.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5’6″, 130 pounds, 46 years old, John’s neighbor.

Joyce Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 120 pounds, 26 years old, and now an exotic dancer using the name Lily

Marion Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 115 pounds, 24 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6′, 190, 53 years old, NCO from John’s Army unit.

Captain Jeff Smithson, 5’11’, 185, 51 years old, SFC Smithson’s brother and a captain in the Seattle Police Department.

George Watkins, 6’4″, 280, 43 years old, bouncer.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5’5″, 110, 21 years old, exotic dancer.

Olivia, 5’4″, 120 pounds, 28years old, called Livy, exotic dancer.

Luke Cole, 5’10”, 180, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Maria Cole, 5’6″, 135, Luke’s wife.

Marcus Candiotti, strip club manager.

Mark Vilmer, CIO of his third start-up and human trafficker

Melissa Vilmer, Mark’s wife

Max Meridian (real name Harold Johnson), Mark’s lead kidnapper and enforcer. Now changed his name to Bob Thomas.

Susan Thomas, Bob’s new wife.

Previously:

—————————- Saturday, 7 March, 2019, John’s apartment, Seattle, Washington

John woke up and groaned. He had drunk too much at the bar across the street. Mary no longer worked there, but it was easy to be able to walk to a bar, drink to his heart’s content, and then walk the 500 feet or so home. His life was feeling pretty shitty right now.

He looked across the room at the picture he had of himself with Maggie and Maddie. It was from 2015 at the Seattle Space Needle from the World’s Fair. It’s the last time that they seemed to have such a good time.

There had now been a couple of cases where he was in danger and it could have put Maggie and Maddie in danger. After the incident in Part I where Maddie had been kidnapped and we had to get her back, Maggie was extremely sensitive to this. After the last one, Maggie had flipped out and taken Maddie back to the confines of her father’s estate. Since then, she had decided that he could visit Maddie and Maggie would come over every so often, but she wouldn’t stay. Mainly, she would try to have a little discussion about his job, which he refused to quit now that things were going well, and then have sex. He could tell she was completely torn between being with him and the fear she had about the danger he went through every once in a while. But she couldn’t bring herself to commit to him or move on.

John had spoken to her father about this and he said he couldn’t figure out why she was the way she was. He couldn’t pinpoint it. But it was what it was.

So, John had buried himself in work and, he had to admit, some terrible drinking as of late. As he got some Advil and Gatorade out, he resolved to go back to his workouts. At first, he had gotten in pretty good shape after Maggie left, but lately he was feeling depressed and had starting drinking too much. Fuck! He needed something more in his life.

Sometimes things happen when they are least expected. In this case, it was a new case that would lead to all sorts of things. Craig, the former military NCO that John had fought with in Afghanistan and head of the detective agency Ankara escort that John had joined, called him that morning and said he had a new case. The agency was now five strong, so John asked why he was getting it. Craig dropped the bombshell at that point.

“John, Luke’s wife Maria was assaulted last night outside a Target. She was coming out when three men attacked her, roughed her up, and left a written message saying that they could kill the entire family at any time. Luke and the police department are freaking out. They are angry as hell about someone who feels they can do that to a law enforcement family.”

“I bet. If all the police are on it, what do they need us for?”

“Luke called and wants to send his family somewhere where nobody knows their location, including anyone in the police. He has no idea who could have known she would be there or could have followed her there. He just wants to isolate it from the department and the FBI, who are interested.”

“The FBI are interested in a simple assault?”

“Well, the plot thickens here. It appears that the Vilmers are out. Melissa got out about 9 months ago, and then Mark got out three weeks ago. They are being considered for this, and since their crime was federal, they are interested. Not sure how many resources they will assign, but it’s at least a couple.”

Craig was referring to the couple who had been the kidnappers of local women for the human trafficking ring.

“Okay. I’ll call Luke and discuss it with him.”

“Roger. Stop by and grab a phone from the

bin.”

“Okay, getting dressed now.”

John got up and showered and dressed. He put on his shoulder holster now that he was legitimately authorized to carry it. He grabbed the new Glock he had sprung for from his safety case and checked his ammunition. Then he headed to the small office that the agency had leased.

He let himself in and headed to the safe in the back. In a very large safe they had a lot of materials. They kept most of the files of their customers in there for security reasons. They had additional guns, if necessary, and they had a cross-hatched 3X3 box with burner phones that they kept for these purposes. There were two phones and associated chargers in each box programmed with just the number of the other phone. Craig would keep one and the individual on the case would take one. John took one from

along with a charger.

John called Luke and arranged to meet the family at the end of one of the bus lines. Nobody should expect to see them on that line and one of the other members of John’s agency was going to watch for anyone checking out John and the Cole’s as they left the bus line, walked two blocks to the parking garage, and then headed to the floor where John would be waiting in a disguised panel truck.

The family arrived and John got them into the back of the panel truck. It was marked with a painting company’s information, a real one that was paid to loan their name and logo to a truck when the agency wanted it. He had a passenger besides the family, Alex Bohannon, who worked part time for the agency and was an information security specialist. He also was trained in the use of weapons. They hunkered down and John drove off. He headed a little west until he heard from the other member of the agency, George, that there was no one following them. Then John headed to the hideaway.

The place that had been chosen by Craig was an AirBnB that was near the Cherry Creek Falls Trailhead. It was well East of Seattle and the rental was done by a shell company that Craig used for secrecy. There was a very nicely appointed cabin there that had a pretty nice view all around it. The truck came with six cameras that would be placed in the proper locations to make sure that the surrounding area was covered. There was also plenty of firepower in a hard case in the back that would allow the proper defense of the cabin, should it become necessary.

John got the family out there and he and Alex immediately set out to put the cameras in the right places. They made sure to cover everything. Alex had mentioned that it would have been nice to have some pyrotechnics, but in this area, that was not recommended or allowed.

They settled in for the evening and Maria cooked up an easy dinner of spaghetti from the supplies that had been put into the van. It was delicious.

—————————- Sunday, 8 March, 2019, the hideout, Washington

The night progressed slowly and quietly. John and Alex took turns in 4 hour shifts from 10pm to 10am. But nobody could sleep as soon as Maria started teaching the kids how to make eggs over easy with bacon. The smell filled the cabin and made everyone’s stomach growl.

It was about 11am when John got a call from Craig.

“John, we have some news.”

“Roger.”

“It appears that the Vilmers have been at a relatives house over in Port Ludlow since their release. There’s no threat there. So now the cops and the feds are stumped. We don’t know what’s going Ankara escort bayan on, but I’m going to send Barry out to relieve you because Jasmine called and said that she had some information for you.”

“Okay, two questions. When will Barry get here and what kind of information does Jasmine have?”

“Barry will be there in about 30 minutes and Luke then has to make the call about protection. The feds are even thinking that the whole thing may be a prank. As to Jasmine. I have no idea. She just said it was important and she would only talk to you.”

“Roger. I’ll head home and get a change of clothes and then go see Jasmine when they open.” I knew that the strip club where Jasmine was a manager didn’t open until about 3pm.

“If there’s anything else you need once you talk to Jasmine, let me know.”

When John arrived at the strip club, there was a new bouncer out front. John told him he was there to see Jasmine and he asked John to wait. He cleared it with Jasmine and let John through.

John headed down the hall and walked into Jasmine’s office where she was sitting behind the desk. There were two other women in there, both strippers by their outfits. They were sitting on the couch and Jasmine was behind her desk. John headed for the chair in front of the desk.

“John!” Jasmine jumped up from behind her desk and rushed over to hug him.

John returned the hug and then held her at arm’s length. “Jasmine. You are looking very good.” She was dressed more professionally than he had ever seen. She was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a blouse that was not a revealing one. Her makeup was much more subdued. It appeared that she had turned over a new leaf.

“Thanks. I’m now a partial owner, so I don’t dance any more, just manage.”

They headed toward either side of the desk. “That’s great. I didn’t know that Marcus was looking for new owners or giving up a share.”

“Well, he wants to slowly get out of the club, so I’m buying in as I make enough money to pay for a share of the club. Right now, I have 15% and we’re doing very well.”

“Very nice.”

“Did you look at the club as you came in? I made sure to update everything so that it’s very nice, easily cleanable, and feels more accessible.”

“I didn’t see it, but I will on the way out.”

“Good.” She pointed over to the two on the couch who worked for her. “Now, these two overheard something that I think you should know about. They are Rose and Violet. They’ve worked here for about six months.”

John turned toward them. They smiled fake smiles and nodded hello. They were a little squeamish.

“Alright,” he began, “why don’t you tell me what the information is and how you came about hearing it.”

They looked at each other and the one on the left started. She was dressed in a see through coverup with a tiny g-string and partially see-through bra, all in red. “I’m Rose.” Of course, she was. “Vi and I were having a party with these three guys last night. We were in a hotel room partying when one of the guys took a phone call.” She looked at Vi, who nodded. “Vi and I were with the other two, but the guy on the phone was just around the corner and close enough that we heard him. He said ‘Part 1 worked fine; the cops are chasing their tails. Send the second half of the money and we’re done.’, and then he hung up. We had heard about what was going on with the cops and figured we should tell someone.”

John watched them closely. He knew that Jasmine had rules about the girls hooking out of the club, so he was surprised at how easily they told the story.

“But not the cops?”

They looked around the room sheepishly. “Uh, not really, no.”

“Okay. Questions. First, how did you meet?”

They looked at each other and then over at Jasmine. “First, here at the club, and then at a dance club downtown. We went to the hotel after partying for a while.”

John glanced at Jasmine who had a hard look on her face and then back to the strippers. “Secondly, any names?”

“They called themselves Gary, Mike, and Bob.”

“Pretty common. Now, which hotel and room number.”

The two strippers again exchanged a look. Rose took a deep breath. “It was the Seattle Marriott Waterfront, Room 502.”

“Anything else you want to tell us?”

“No.” They both shook their heads.

John looked over at Jasmine. She stared at the two and spoke. “You two know the rules. You violated them, although you think you put another meeting location between here and where you went. I don’t want you girls hooking out of the club.”

They both looked like small children who were being grounded. That was when John realized that the two of them were probably barely 21.

Jasmine took a deep breath. “Okay, look. You know you did wrong. Don’t do it again and you can continue to work here. It’s the best gig in the city for strippers, you know that. We’ve got the place jumping every night. I also want you two to call Dr. Johnson and get tested. Those guys were scum and probably doing Escort Ankara terrible things, so they were most likely using whatever girls they could find. That includes those who may not have been clean. Now go.”

“Okay, Jasmine.” Vi finally spoke. “We understand. Sorry about that, we won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

The two of them slunk out of the room and Jasmine turned toward John. “Was that helpful?”

“Yes, very. I need to make an immediate phone call.” John pulled out his phone and dialed Luke. He relayed the information about what the guy said. They had a discussion about what that could mean. John rang off quickly so that Luke could pass the word around to those investigating all this, including the names and the room number of the hotel.

John got up to leave and walked over to Jasmine. He gave her a hug. “Thanks for contacting me. That was really important information.”

“You’re welcome. I told them to go to the police, but they were afraid they might be arrested for prostitution. Rose said they were giving blowjobs to the other two guys while the third was on the phone. They haven’t been arrested for it yet and are still petrified of the police.”

“Well, then tell them to stop hooking. They will eventually get caught.”

“I know. I’ve been over it with everyone here. We don’t allow them to meet up with guys from here and we also have them tested regularly for diseases and drugs. I’m a little lenient for some drugs, but if they are into something that will hook them, I try to get them help before firing them.”

“Very smart. Is it working?”

“We have a reputation of having clean, pretty girls, a nice club, and we do fun events. That brings in the better clients and that brings in the better girls. We are doing very well in our sector.”

John laughed. “In your sector? What are you, a business major?”

“No, but I’ve been studying up on how to run a business. Marcus is letting me run the place and I’ll get a chance to own it soon.”

“Are you sure you want to go into your older years as a strip club owner?”

“Sure. But I could also build up the brand and sell it for a profit.”

“Okay, business major.”

“Well, are you going to hang around and check out the club?”

“I’ll check it out, but I’m heading home from here. I’m pretty tired.”

“Okay, John. I’ll see you later, right? You’ve been too much of a stranger.”

John nodded. “I’ll try to stop by more often.”

“Okay. You know we’ll take good care of you as a friend of the club.” Jasmine gave him a final hug. “See you later.”

“Goodbye gorgeous.” John kissed her on the cheek and left the office.

John did check out the club and it was still as dark as before because all clubs blacked out all the windows, but it still looked a lot better. It was less a dungeon and more a man-cave. Everything looked new and well maintained. There were two dance stages and the two strippers up there were very good looking and very good dancers. The bar looked much nicer and seemed well stocked. There were a couple of TVs over the bar showing sports channels and two over in the dark reaches of the club showing porn. Overall, the place had had a nice facelift.

John got home around 5pm and lay on the couch watching a move until he fell asleep. He was awakened by knocking on his door. He glanced at his phone. 10pm. What the hell?

John approached the door and carefully peeped through the peephole. Jasmine and Joyce/Lily were standing there, grinning.

John opened the door and let them in. They were both now wearing sensible clothes; jeans, shirts, and light jackets.

“Well, hello ladies. A little late for a house call, isn’t it?”

Jasmine turned to him and grinned. “It’s early in strip club time. We both just got off and thought we’d stop by and say hello.” She held up a bottle of champagne.

“Nice.” John headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll get some glasses.”

John retrieved a couple of champagne glasses from his one cupboard that contained his nicer glassware, and joined the ladies on the couch.

They discussed some things going on in their lives and laughed as they finished the bottle. After about 45 minutes, Joyce got up to go to the bathroom.

As soon as she closed the door, Jasmine grinned and nodded toward the bathroom. “You know she has a crush on you, right?”

“Really?”

“Yes. She told me she’s had it since she lived across the hall. Then you helped her mother and the whole family out and, in her words, fucked her to a fantastic orgasm a while ago. She was coming over hoping for another good fuck.”

“Well, I could probably handle that.” I grinned at her. “What about you?”

Jasmine grinned. “I’m just here to facilitate getting her into your bed. I’m not here to satisfy your natural male fantasy for a threesome.”

“There you go using those grown-up words again.”

“Thanks.” She looked over at the bathroom. “You going to take care of Miss Lonely in there?”

“Sure. I can do that.”

When Joyce returned from the bathroom, they discussed random subjects and finished the bottle of champagne. Jasmine got up to go, and when she did, Joyce made like she was going to leave, too. John took her hand and pulled her toward him.

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