Chic was back home, ready for life to return to normal. He couldn’t wait to get to work and set aside a little time to call Ann Renfro. He couldn’t say if Ken was dead or alive, but he knew the location of the men who did. Ann would be delighted with this progress.
Ann answered on the second ring. “Hey, Chic, good news or bad?”
“Ann, I think I would call this good news. I haven’t found Ken, but I have located the two guys who managed his boat, Amedee, for him. I’m positive that they know where he is.”
“How on earth did you locate those guys, Chic?”
“We believe that Captain Hayes and Doug still work for the company that Ken worked for when he disappeared. I think the headquarters for the gang is located in Belize.”
Chic and Suzy met with the Renfro family, and they all agreed that Chic would go to Belize to learn what he could from Doug and Captain Hayes. Chic, being a careful man, planned to leave for Belize as soon as possible but didn’t disclose a date. He had already arranged for the equipment he needed; a boat, lodging, and the semiautomatic 9mm pistols would all be waiting for him. There was no point in delay. His plan was to pick up the boat at Livingston and motor to Fronteras, located on Lake Izabal. Chic also found that going into a town by boat worked well with the locals. They seemed to accept you more easily.
After the meeting, Myra drove home in her humble car, a Ford Taurus, looking as common as humble pie. As she entered the car, her conservative dress could not hide the hell cat within.
Myra left the family meeting itching to call her secret lover. Myra was a beautiful woman. She had jet-black hair and ice-green eyes, and at five feet nine, she cut a figure any model would die for. She worked as a model in New York as a young woman in her twenties. She was now a very young thirty-four. It was her brain, however, that propelled her to first in her class at Harvard.
It was at Harvard where she met a very talented and wealthy Larry Moses. He became the number-three man at BCWB, a large investment bank in Boston, partly because of his famous family but mainly because of his talent. His business acumen was recognized in business circles the world over. Larry was married with two children. He fit the profile of a family-loving conservative businessman. Unknown to his family, he had a dark side that only Myra understood. Myra was aware that Larry served on the executive committee at the bank with David Richburg and Gilman Loeb, the bank CEO.
Myra was the type of woman who scared the hell out of any normal guy. Smart, beautiful, savvy, she was the kind of woman no man could control. Her character was as overpowering as her mother’s (Ann). She was very capable of choosing the male with whom she intended to satisfy her basic need for sexual gratification. She used and discarded men with great aplomb.
Her need for unusual sexual fulfillment, however, was reserved for Larry. The two of them meshed perfectly in their lust for the occult and perverse sexual experiences. They managed to lead what appeared to be normal lives except for a couple of rendezvous a year, when their demons within took control. When they met, they were driven into unfettered and uncontrollable passion. Boiling beneath their thin, civilized exterior was a heat that would warm the devil’s heart if he had one.
Myra placed a call to Larry on a coded, encrypted line.
“Hello, my love, are you ready for your gift?”
“Yes, dear,” Larry responded. “Will you be able to meet me in Tulum next week?”
“You bet. I will be there on the 11:00 a.m. flight to Cancun. Can you pick me up?”
“I will be waiting on you,” he answered. “You did get the account I set up for you in Belize? I know Ken didn’t express himself very well, but he was very grateful for your assisting him in company business. I know Ken wanted you to have his accounts. He was a valuable employee. We are sorry to lose him.”
“Yes, thank you, love,” Myra said. “Now, I have a special treat for you when we get there. I need to let you know how much I appreciate your looking after me. Now, there is something you need to know about my family. I told you Chic called and asked for a meeting with us and that we hired him to investigate Ken’s disappearance.” Myra gave Larry a full report of her mother’s conversation with Chic.
“I understand that Chic plans to go to Belize soon and see what he can find out.”
“Myra, don’t worry. Chic is on our radar, and we do not intend to let him continue his investigation. We’ll be waiting on him. Now we know you can handle your family. Don’t be too obvious about your newfound wealth. What you and I know is between us. Our secret must be forever sealed.”
“Don’t worry, love,” she assured him. “You keep my secrets, and I will keep yours. Our shared pleasures will remain our private nirvana.”
“Hold that thought, beautiful, until we meet next week.”
Myra also had work to do that night. She was wet with anticipation. She quickly changed into her hunting outfit: a short skirt, low-cut blouse, spiked high heels, and no underwear. She would reel in the selected man like a spent fish, tongue hanging out and panting like a dog. She picked her subjects carefully—tall, thin hips, long fingers, physically fit, with a slightly aggressive disposition. With that picture in mind, she pulled out of the driveway in her new red Porsche.
As she pulled out of her driveway, she had a fleeting thought of Ken. After the call to her secret lover, benefactor, and provider, Myra’s spirits had soared. The rising RPM of the Porsche and the growing vibration of the ride reverberated through her body, driving her to a new height of sensual pleasure. She coasted back into dull reality, with her mind focused on the moment.
What is it about a little secret, a little deception … well, a big damned lie, she conceded, that makes life so much more interesting?
She had one more fleeting thought of Ken and some of the un-sisterly things they enjoyed together. Ken was a good man, but he was in her way. He was not in her class.
Now, all of the fruit of his labor was hers, and all she had to pay was the gift of sensual pleasure to a kindred spirit. She had earned it. What had her parents and brother done to earn it? Nothing. She, on the other hand, was part of a large enterprise, which gave her a lot of pride. She was the one who made it possible for Ken to make his money.
Past pleasures, promises, and recent potentials faded as she gunned the Porsche to her next hunting ground. She had an immediate itch. She did, after all, need to warm up her techniques for Larry.
Myra knew she was invited to Belize not just as a play toy for Larry but because she had contacts in Amsterdam with people who had connections to the Russians. She would be able to broker substantial deposits for the banking interest of the enterprise in Belize. She had gained valuable information about manipulation of foreign currencies. Yes, she was confident that she would become indispensable.