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Life was crazy, sometimes sweet, sometimes sour and news was hectic. Federal Agent Blake MackLemore told himself. He couldn’t believe how fast his career had possibly taken a turn for the worst. He was having problems at home again with his wife. That was just another phase that they would get through he told himself. Tonight, was his late night and he would be doing what he had been doing for the past few months, going to investigate the murder scenes of his serial killer in hopes of finding new evidence. MackLemore then drove the streets looking for Ms. Vera Fonda, the young beautiful Russian girl.
He would hit the same clubs that she hung in looking for her butt. Now, he asked who Yoda was and his possible whereabouts. Never paying attention to the eyes that constantly followed him. Then again why should he? He was the law! Basically, at the top of the food chain regarding his highly ranked authority, but as always with any good came the bad and bad it most seriously was.
Bodies were still continuously popping up along the famous south shore lines of Long Island. People were still being reported missing left and right. There was still no evidence, no clue as to who was doing it or anything. MackLemore felt as if he was being made a fool of. Both he and the justice system. It was like the entire NYPD, FBI, State Police and joint task forces connection was for nothing! A joke! An absolute failure. All this went through Blake’s mind as he roamed the streets in hopes of finding the beautiful young Russian girl. He had come to believe could turn his new nightmare into the once beautiful career dream and promising future it was looking to be before her so sudden disappearance.
She wouldn’t answer his phone calls, return his emails or messages. Nor could she be found in any of the clubs she was known to be a regular at. Blake just hoped that the poor girl was alright. If only he would have taken her seriously when he first met with her that night in the diner!
Damn! he spat. How can I be stupid? How could I not protect her? He asked himself repeatedly. Though mainly he was sick of hearing the fucking mayor’s mouth or the comments that came from the residents of New York City and the surrounding areas.
What the fuck? he thought regarding all the bullshit and gossip about what people thought should be done or what was going on in his opinion was just that...opinions! Opinions were like an asshole, everyone had one. If they felt like they could do his job better, then they should do it themselves, he thought as he drank away his problems with the help of his old friend Jackie D. Yeah there was no friend better than Jack especially when you were going through something.
Blake was losing himself and had become like a mad man. The case he was working was seriously taking a toll on him, his marriage wasn’t shit anymore, and he was even starting to feel that way about life. At times blaming God for his mishaps and problems, depression! Yelp, that big bad wolf was known as depression had him. He would do his usual. Drive around looking at every hooker, searching every club, old ones and newly discovered one’s searching, asking questions and getting drunk until the wee hours of the morning.
He would then find himself swerving home in his car only to make it home safely but still wasted, fall asleep in his living room at his computer watching porn with his gun in hand. So much for the life and times of a superior federal agent like Blake MackLemore.
Meanwhile, Raven, Olivia and the others were still in Canada on their mission. They had finally come across the person that they were looking for but then there was a small problem. After being there for some time partying and doing what they did best, the women discovered some interesting things about the man known as Victor Page. First and foremost, the girls had come to learn that Victor had established an organization very much like the one Ms. Newman and Yoda ran. Instead of having a stable of women as his players, movers, shakers and money makers, he had chosen an army of well built, charming and handsome men to lure his female victims into their fates. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Raven had learned that Wayne and his team of friends were in partnership with Victor and it was only a matter of time before she and the girls would start to be looked upon as potential organ donors or pussy slangers for the group of men that they had come to depend on.
Raven, Olivia, Alisa, and Angela were possibly fucked unless of course they could come up with something and quick! So, after phoning Yoda who gave his word that he was on the next plane out as soon as he wrapped things up in the states. Raven and the girls all agreed to a change of location so that they could still discreetly watch their targets, stay out of the way and strike when necessary.
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Chapter Twenty-two