Weber
had just arrived back at his 13th floor condo.
Indeed, it
was nearly the size of the whole roof. He didn’t need the space
because he restricted visitors and seldom had them. He had ridden up
in his own elevator that required facial recognition to get it open
on the main floor. He was so paranoid that when he placed his head at
the small window, he had to wait at least five seconds and then push
his tongue out and the door would open.
He
headed for his relaxing chair that he had paid $25000 for. It had
twenty-seven programs from head to foot. It was built so that most of
it wrapped around him and he could choose a program. This time he
turned on what he called his foot scroller and it ran a device up and
down the sole of his feet and vibrated the tiredness away,
His
telephone rang advising him that someone who had his hidden number
was at the bottom of the elevator. He reached for the phone and found
that it was Russel Osborne, a Police Sargent from the Homicide
division. He pressed a button and the elevator went down to pick him
up. Russel was a long time associate and friend over some twenty
years. They met when Weber began to be a consultant to the division.
At
the knock on the door, he pressed another button and Osborne walked
in.
“Russel,
what’s up?”
Osborne
found a chair to sit in and gave a huge sigh. “Things are not
up just now. I am working on a rape case and just finished setting up
a line of suspects for the victim to view.”
Weber
said nothing.
Osborne,
waited a few moments, wiping his brow, stating that the line up had
not worked. “The victim viewed each individual twice and
announced that it was number five.?
“OK.”
“Well
---- number five was a staff member of our division. He did look like
the suspect that I had in mind but she was certain it was number
five.”
“Line
ups are far from accurate at most times and when I set one up, I
attempt to know who every suspect is and where he came from. Now, to
choose a cop that looked like someone else is not unusual.”
“Russel
advised that he was going to try again but leave the cop out and
change most of the suspects.”
“That’s
about all you can do and led the victim into another method of
identification.”
Osborne
asked, “What would you do?”
Weber
paused, “Is this a consultation or just talking?”
“Just
talking I guess, because I’m not approved to hire you. Three
hundred dollars an hour, my Loo says it’s too expensive just
now.”
“Just
talk then, and I will listen.”
Osborne
did not reply for a few minutes. He appeared to be studying his
answer but couldn’t bring it to the surface. Finally, he stood,
“I can’t seem to come up with a plan.” And he
turned to leave. He stopped at the door and asked, “I’m
sorry, I didn’t ask if you are finished with the court case you
were involved the last thirty days?”
Weber
turned his office chair o face Osborne and replied, “I’m
finished with the court proceeding but may have some problem with a
couple of jerks.”
“What?
“There
were those who had not been charged and did not have to appear in
court, but they gave me their definite opinion that they would get
even with me. I have decided that I’ll carry a gun for a few
days and see if they show up.”
“Call
me if you need help,” Osborne offered.
Weber
shook his head affirmatively.
Weber
went back to his special chair to relax for a half hour. He arose and
commenced sorting his clothes that he had worn a number of times
while he was away. It was a late dinner time and he changed into
casual clothes, called the elevator and dropped to the main floor.
His
favorite restaurant of Italian food was a short walk to the west. As
he attempted to walk up the few steps, he found a man had moved to
block his progress. He was very tall and appeared in excellent
physical condition. The skin tight black T shirt exhibited his large
arms and hands. He moved his body so that he was facing Weber face to
face and brought what looked like a hunting knife with a five-inch
shiny blade. He held it a t hip level with the blade up obviously
planning to bring it up to Weber’s heart and delicate organs.
He took a half step closer to Weber.
I
can handle guns but knives are more dangerous this close.
It
presented no use to run, there was nowhere to go so Weber lifted his
right leg and centred the kick in the guy’s balls. At precisely
that Weber’s foot reached his adversary’s Weber received
a stab in the leg just above the ankle. Weber fell back with the
knife still in his leg and fell down the steps to a hard fall on the
street.Gasping with pain he reached for the knife
but it was
imbedded and he knew he could not remove it. He grasped his cell from
his back pocket and called 911. The attacker laid on the ground in a
fetal position and groaning.
In
the hospital, Weber was being examined by a doctor who said he was a
surgeon and would remove the knife and see what problems had
resulted. An x-ray revealed that one or more of the ankle tendons had
been severed. Weber was moved to the operating room and his leg was
frozen and the surgeon commenced opening the side of his ankle and
started to repair the damage.
When
the doctor was finished, he told Weber that he had to sew a portion
of two tendons and they would eventually heal. In the meantime, he
said that Weber had to stay off his leg for at least a week. After
that, in order to detail his activities, crutches would have to be
used, until the healing allowed for only one crutch and proceed to a
cane.
Healing
and recovery did not sit well with Weber. He was impatient and
generally in an angry mood.
At
last, he was able to move about with a cane. It steadied his balance
and he could lean his weight on his right side. The cane had four
legs on the bottom reaching out in small chrome pipes. He even drove
when he had a long distance to travel. That felt much better.
He
entered his elevator and moved down to the main floor. He stood for a
few seconds and viewed his surroundings and moved to his right. A man
in an expensive dark blue suit and orange colored tie in his
brilliant white shirt blocked Weber. The guy brought his right hand
forward with a jerk and small gun appeared in his hand.
And
her I am with only a cane do defend myself. No use running so I will
attack.
He
looked into the facial identification and stuck his tongue out.
Automatically, the elevator door opened. His attacker turned his head
slightly and like all human behavior, he expected some one to come
out. Weber estimated that gave him 6.4 seconds to defend himself. It
left .4 of a second after Weber adjusted his hand on the cane and
struck the other on the side of his head. Two of the small pipes bent
one broke and collided with the temple. The fourth slid by his temple
bone and jammed into his left eye. The cane shaft gave a good solid
landing that should put him out. The gun threw out of his hand and he
screamed pain as the shaft entered his eye and bust the eyeball. He
reached up to his protect his eye but it was no longer there. He fell
to his knees and keeled over unconscious with remnants of his eye and
blood flowing down his face.
Weber
spoke out loud to no one in particular, “I suspect he will have
trouble seeing what happened to him when he wakes up.”
Someone
else can call 911.
Weber
offered his statements of the two attacks that he had endured to
Osborne, who asked if he wanted to file attempted murder charges
against them.
I’ll
follow the advice of my lawyer. Probably, I’ll just leave the
second one as is, because he will suffer for the rest of his life.
When
Weber returned to his condo he recorded what evidence and
recommendations he made at the court case, he had just finished. Plus
protecting himself too.
He
compartmentalized the information on his computer and placed the
bundle in a hard cased brief case with the name and his own numbering
system on the outside. That was placed in his “safe” room
just off his bedroom. It had an electric lock and he was the only one
who knew the combination. The same information was deleted from his
computer.
During
the two or three weeks during which Weber recovered, he had heard
from Osborne a few times, a couple of telephone calls and a few
texts. He informed Weber that he had been successful determining the
rapist with the help of the victim and that person would be charged
and in court in three weeks.
Later
he checked his messages and there was a text from Osborne that
indicated it was urgent to talk with Weber face to face.
Weber
replied, come on up.
He
watched for Osborne to arrive at his elevator and pressed the button
that brought him to the condo.
Weber
provided the usual comfortable chairs that faced each other and
waited for Osborne to tell his story.
“The
Lieu has decided to hire a criminologist instead of you in relation
to a recent murder here in Los Angelus.. A friend looked up her
background and told me she is thirty-six and has been in business for
about seven years. In those years, she has been quite successful. The
employment cost is considerably lower than yours.
“I
also asked my friend to look up your background but he couldn’t
find anything. Nothing.”
Weber
advised “That only two possibly three higher levels knew his
background and were quite satisfied.”
Osborne
sat for few moments absorbing this information and said, “It is
spread amongst certain members of staff that I work with that you
have your own method of justice but it has never been proven.”
“Let’s
leave it at that and advise your friends not to deliver opinions of
that nature. You too please. That subject is now closed.”
That
left Osborne to reply, “OK.”
“Now,
what do you wish to discuss?”
“Oh,
a bit more about the new employee. She is incredibly beautiful in
face and body. It is hard to take your eyes off her. She starts
tomorrow.”
Weber
said nothing and waited.
“Osborne
said that he would keep Weber informed. Did you have any questions?”
“No.”
Osborne
rose and left.
A
few days later Weber received a text that Osborne had some
information about a very recent murder and the new employee was now
in consultation mode.
“Her
name is Jasmine Anderson,” Osborne related.
Weber
noted.
“The
autopsy was concluded this morning. She and I were both there. The
victim was in good physical condition until his throat was cut. Not
even a long violent looking cut but a stab about and inch long that
cut his Carotid. It was that precise. Of course, forensics are well
under way.”
“Weber
mused, a precise inch long. Which way is it placed?”
“Horizontal,
across the artery.”
“What
did the ME say?”
“He
somewhat confused. He had never seen such precision to cut a person’s
throat. It appears that it was done with a scalpel or a very sharp
knife. There were no defensive indications on the body. I’ll
let you know. I should have the whole picture by tomorrow.”
Weber
nodded.
Osborne
rose and left.
The
next day Osborne arrived and offered more information.
“Why
are you telling me, I’m not included?”
“No,
I know, but I have talked with you for years and have confidence,”
Osborne replied.
“Was
he in his home or someone else’s?”
“Apparently,
his own apartment. No small evidence of another person was found. The
shower trap indicated a human pubic hair that was identified as
female but the ME said that it was entangled in the unit and looked
like it had been there for some time. Another short hair seemed to be
pubic could not be definitely identified a male or female. It was
less than a quarter inch long and it couldn’t be identified.
There was some blood but it came from the victim. Appears that the
attacker had a shower. Nothing else. Nothing in the room or bed that
indicated who the attacker could be. Nothing. It had been thoroughly
vacuumed. End of story,” Osborne related.
Weber
commented, “He or she was very careful and seemed to know what
cops would look for.”
Osborne
answered in the affirmative.
“I
assume that the usual gathering of people was surveyed as usual.?”
“Well
underway, “Osborne replied.
“Did
Jasmine allow any comments?”
“All
she said was that it was a man who administered the cut. It was at
the right height for that.”
“If
the victim was lying on the bed, it could have been male or female,”
Weber noted.
“Yes,
he was on the bed and had not been moved,”
“Keep
in touch just for the Hell of it” Weber asked.
“Will
do.”
A
few days later Osborne texted Weber saying that the only thing that
they had received from interviewing the area around the victim had
lived was a man from a bar called Your Friends Bar saw a woman leave
with a man. He saw the man when he arrived and sat on the stool at
the bar. He lost track of him and noticed in the mirror over the bar
that the man was leaving with a woman. He said he was sure that the
man was the one he had seen by himself, dark blue shirt and jeans. He
described the woman having a wonderful ass and her tight slacks were
a light color that accentuated movement.
“Can
you give me the guy’s name and telephone?”
“What
do want if for?” questioned Osborne.
Weber
replied just for the Hell of it.
Osborne
gave him the information and left.
Weber
had two telephone numbers, one being during the day and he rang that
one and asked for Michael Raney. The response was, “You’ve
got him.”
“Michael,
my name is Weber and I routinely consult with LAPD and wondered if I
could meet you face to face?”
“I’m
at work at Morgans Mens Wears on 8th.” Close to
downtown.
“Could
I meet you there?”
“I
guess you could, we could talk in the office. What is this about?’
“About
the recent murder my friend in charge of the investigation informed
me. I’ll drive down right now if that works?”
Michael
replied that it was fine.
Weber
walked in the front door of the men’s wear shop. He looked at
the variety of clothing and realized that it was fine quality and
expensive.
He
walked to the man behind the counter who was dressed in a pure white
shirt, no tie and black pants that appeared to be Wranglers.
“Michael?”
“Yes,
you are Weber?”
After
introduction by each they moved into a small nicely appointed office,
and sat down facing each other.
“The
cop was here yesterday and asked me what I had seen.”
Weber
replied not wanting to say that the cop had missed something, he just
said that it was normal follow-up.
“What
do you remember about the man?”
“Not
much, I could no longer see his face but I recognized his dark blue
shirt not tucked into his jeans. He appeared to be about six feet and
when I saw him at his table, he looked bout forty and kind of rough.”
“Good,
Weber answered, how about the woman?”
“I
saw movement in the mirror and turned the stool so I could see
better. She had an ass that would draw any man’s eyes and under
the light at the entrance her tight light-colored slacks promoted
visible action. She had a pink frilly blouse on. At least, that’s
what I could see.”
“How
tall was she, what color hair and how long her walk?”
“She
had one arm on the guy’s arm and stood close to about five
inches shorter, very up right. Abundant straight black hair just over
her collar.”
“Did
you see any part of her face?”
Michael
replied, “Couldn’t see her face.”
“Great.
If I was able to get a photo of the dead man, do you think you could
identify him if he was the patron you saw?”
“I
expect so, because he was at his table when I came in and I waved
hello and he returned a wave.”
“I’ll
see what I can do and get back to you. Thank you very much for your
information and time,” Weber said.
Weber
stopped at the door, “Oh, I forgot, did you see the woman in
the bar before she left?”
Michael
replied, “No, I lost interest in people and concentrated on my
drink for a while. I just happened to see the motion in the mirror
and I was still wide awake. After that, I don’t remember
Freddie the bartender taking me home. Normally, I don’t drink
that much but I was smashed. I gave notice the next day that I would
not be in to work. It was a hurtful hangover.
Weber
said that he could relate to that.
A
lead and every one should follow a lead.
Weber
texted Osborne and asked if he could get a picture of the victim.
Please send one if you can.
Not
more than five minutes, his phone burped and there was the picture he
wanted.
He
texted Michael and asked if he could come down to the store. He had a
picture.
Weber
enlarged the picture and gave it to Michael who immediately answered
that it was the man he had seen in the bar.
Weber
shook Michael’s hand and offered, “We have a good lead,
thank you so much.”
Weber
gave Osborne the information he had received. Advising him that the
killer could indeed be female.
Days
and weeks passed and Weber was kept busy with his personal plans and
conducted several investigations with the police. The murder wasn’t
investigated for some time, so he texted Osborne and inquired what
was happening.
Osborne
advised that no further progress had been made.
Weber
asked him what he found out about similar murders in neighboring
cities such as Sacramento, San Francisco. Vegas and more.
Osborne
had found out that murders that were identical had taken place in
Phoenix and Vegas and gave Weber the dates of them. Vegas about one
and a half months ago and Phoenix two months a go.
Interesting
Weber thought. Perhaps I should check them. A woman murderer raised a
question and he would have to contact hotels. Vegas, in particular.
There were always women moving in to gamble.
If
I get a first name of a number of regulars and not so regular and one
name stands out visiting the murder cities at the same time as the
murders should lead to some info.
He
chose Vegas five-star hotels first because he was familiar with most.
Four Seasons, Venetion, Trump, Palazzo, Sky Lofts and ten more to
start.
He
obtained the telephone numbers from all ten and called. Most weren’t
very cooperative over the phone with a view to confidentiality. He
gave his credentials to everyone and said it would do no harm just to
give him a list of first names, they couldn’t be directly
contacted.
The
Skylofts front desk began getting interested. After some convincing,
he related that they had quite a few regulars who visited usually
every month. He then started offering names of his visitors such as
Emma, Isabella, Abbie, Gail, Blanche, Barbara and twenty -seven more.
These were there at the same date of the murder. The clerk remembered
it as well.
Weber
noted them all and moved on. This is very time consuming he thought
and decided to call hotels in Phoenix such as 4 Seasons, Marriott,
Phoenician, Wig Wam, Hilton up to a number of ten. He did not have
any cooperation at any one. He started all over with other five-star
hotels and he hit one that was interested when he and the front desk
started to discuss the murder date. Because she was familiar with the
victim, a man. On that date she gave some of the names, Camilla,
Freda. Lisa, Susan, Margaret, Sandra, Blanche, Anne, Sarah and
another eighteen names. Weber recorded all of them. Blanche was
included.
Now
I have a duplicate, Blanche, and that seems to be an older type name
and not used very much.
I’ll
ask Osborne what he thinks.
Back
at his condo, he sat for more than two hours going over what he had
found. If this Blanche had been in both cities on the date of the
murders, it might be something to follow.
He
asked Osborne to visit and they discussed possibilities.
Just
before Osborne left, he told Weber about Jasmine. He and her had
become quite close and he was hopelessly in love with her.
Weber
couldn’t resist, he asked, “Have you slept with her?”
Osborne’s
round about answer indicted that he had. In turn asked Weber if he
could bring her to the condo and introduce her.
Weber
thought, the one mistake he made was sleep with her and now
he
wants me to approve.
He
quietly said that Osborne could bring her to his place for a short
visit.
The
following day and Weber saw Osborne and Jasmine at the elevator door.
He signaled them up.
Osborne
entered first and Jasmine looked a bit hesitant before she looked
Weber in the eyes. Weber couldn’t immediately stop looking into
her eyes.
She
is incredibly beautiful and as she turned he used Michael’s
words to think very nice ass.
Osborne
present Jasmine and introduced her to Weber. They shook hands. Weber
felt that he held on a bit too long.
All
three chose to sit and there was a quiet moment.
Long
straight glistening black hair Weber noted.
Weber
asked questions so that he would be able to assess Jasmine at work
and at play. A half hour later they both left.
I’m
glad she didn’t notice that I took her picture head on and a
few side views.
Weber
increased the head on shot to an eleven by fifteen size photo. He
grabbed one of his briefcases and put all pictures inside. He picked
up his telephone that he seldom talked on but he called The SkyLofts
and asked for Allan to whom he had talked to in the last call. Allan
was in and answered Weber. “What can I do for you today, Mr.
Weber?’
“Just
Weber. If I brought a picture that might be Blanche would you be
willing to identify it if you could?”
Allan
asked if Weber was coming directly to see him?”
Weber
said that all he had to do was to call the airlines and he would be
on his way. He told Allan he would let him no of the time of his
arrival.
Next,
Weber called The WigWam in Phoenix and asked for the clerk, Lisa,
that he had spoken to in the first call. He asked the same question
and asked if she would look at his picture and identify of she could.
She was willing.
He
called a long-time friend in the airline business and arranged for a
flight to Vegas, stop and carry on to Phoenix. His friend called him
back with a flight that Weber needed. It was to be the next day
starting at ten o’clock. He advised the front desk clerks in
both hotels.
Weber
stepped into the SkyLoft in Vegas at 10:49 and spotted Allan. He
withdrew his large picture of Jasmine who could very well be Blanche,
and showed it to Allan. Allan looked at it for a few moments and
asked, “Any other views do you have?”
Weber
showed all of the to Allan who smiled widely and said that as far as
he could see, it indeed was Blanche.
Off
to Phoenix Weber took the next section of his flight. He had a
guarded smile.
At
The WigWam, he had to wait for Lisa to come and see him. They moved
to a corner where they could easily converse. Lisa studied the large
picture and asked for more views as Allan had done. She looked
closely at all the photos and chose a shot that showed Jasmine from
the side. She also pointed to another similar view and looked up. She
said, “I do believe that this could be Blanche but not sure,
could I call my supervisor?”
“Of
course.”
Her
supervisor, a man about forty, wearing big black framed glasses and
viewed all photos intently. He chose a view that showed Jasmine’s
back and said, “Gorgeous ass and truly beautiful, that’s
how I remember Blanche.” I remember that she spent about an
hour or so right here in the rotunda with a darker skinned man of at
least sixty just after she arrived. It was about 9:00 PM. I tracked
the guy through some of the staff I work with and one of them talked
with a police friend and I learned his name was Sifton with a very
colorful past.”
I’ll
have to ask Allan if something like that happened in Vegas.
Weber
thanked them and advised that they would have to attend court if the
woman they saw was charged.
Back
at home before the dinner meal, Weber sat down and made plans with
the information he had received.
How
am I going to convince, no, persuade Osborne to believe Jasmine could
very well be a murderer of at least three people. I’ll get him
to find out if the victims had been associated with Sifton.
His
plan started with advising Osborne that there might be a connection
with the victims.
With
the information that Weber proved Osborne with he said that he would
investigate and contact Weber of the results.
During
the next week, Osborne texted and said with surprise that all three
victims, one in Vegas, one in Phoenix and one in Los Angeles were
indeed connected. Police in Phoenix advised that they were close to
charging Sifton with several references to rape and murder. Now that
it was part of the investigation it was learned that the three
victims were part of his organization and at least one was willing to
give evidence.
Once
Weber heard this, he knew what he had to do and in so doing would
probably lead to Osborne becoming cognizant with how Jasmine was
involved.
Nevertheless,
Weber contacted Osborne’s Lieutenant and set up a face-to-face
meeting with him. Weber wrote his investigation and would discuss
Osborne’s relationship with Jasmine...Lieutenant James McIntyer
agreed that the meeting was urgent and Weber proceeded to his office.
The
decision was made by the Lieutenant after the meeting to bring
Jasmine in for questioning and that he would obtain a search warrant
for her apartment.
Weber
said that he would advise Osborne with the circumstances. It would be
very difficult, but Weber felt he was responsible.
Jasmine
was brought into an interview room and three talented interviewers
were selected.
A
search warrant was obtained and a group of forensics moved in.
Weber
was not included in either episode because he was not in the force.
After
more than three hours, Jasmine had not been cooperative and di not
answer all the questions. Another interviewer was selected.
About
the same time, the search was virtually complete. It revealed three
odd shaped knives that were very sharp. They were equipped with an
odd shaped sling that could be worn with any clothing or no clothing.
No other item was associated with the crime of murder. This was
reported to Osborne’s Lieutenant. He told no one except one cop
in the interview room with the idea that it would prompt answers from
Jasmine. At the end of eight hours Jasmine passed out due to lack of
energy.
It
was delayed for a short period of time.
Weber
was notified that someone wanted to get access to his elevator and
come up. It was Osborne and he had urgency in his voice.
When
Osborne came into Weber’s condo, he looked like he had been
crying.
“Russel,
are you in trouble?”
“No,
but Jasmine has been called in to be interviewed and it’s about
the three murders we have been talking about.
That’s
not good news. Somehow Osborne has got this information and
naturally, he’s concerned.
What,
how on earth is that possible?” Weber shouted.
Osborne
told him that one of his friends told him about what was going on and
that it had just started. He asked Weber what to do.
Weber
decided that he didn’t know anything about it and just keep it
that way at the time. Now he wants to know what I would do.
“If
it was my decision and judgement I guess I would prepare for the
worst and hope for the best. That’s what I would do. You will
have to wait and see how much you can learn and take whatever action
that you have to. I don’t know what else to say, I’m
sorry.”
Osborne
just bobbed his head and sat for a while. I guess that’s the
best anyone can do. I’ll go see if I can find out more,”
and he left.
That
was close and I guess I was a coward to not tell him what I found. I
don’t know anything from the interviews and the search. Osborne
didn’t mention the search.
Weber
was then consulted by the lieutenant just at that moment. He
suggested that Jasmine be given the evidence that he had collected.
If that didn’t work, then bring Sifton into the questions.
Another
few hours continued and every one was exhausted.
It
was decided that they wait until the next morning and plan an
approach that was different. Jasmine was asked about her family. Did
she have sisters or brothers. Then one of the cops asked how her
parents were and were they still living in Seattle. Jasmine started
to cry and continued for some time. Every one waited. She raised her
eyes and voice and yelled that she wanted to talk.
She
asked, “If I tell you how much danger I am in as well as my
mother and Dad. Will you just listen and don’t interrupt. The
two men stepped outside the door for a few minutes. They agreed and
would not ask questions until Jasmine was finished.
Jasmine
was about to continue, “No, she said, please PLEASE contact the
Seattle Police force and have them surround my parents, they are in
terrible danger, I was told that if I didn’t comply they would
use assault rifles and there wouldn’t be much left of my
parents AND please protect my brother, I’m sure that you have
his address.”
McIntyre
waved at Dan one of his cops and had him set up what Jasmine had just
informed them.
Jasmine
looked around the room and heaved a sigh. “I have just decided
that I want all this and my life back to some normal. This is how it
is.”
“One
day about six months ago I had a visit at my apartment by a man whose
name is Sifton. I let him in and all of a sudden he let three more
guys in.”
“Sifton
was obviously the boss. He said if I didn’t want to get hurt or
worse, just listen to the instructions. He said that he needed me
because I fit his need both in body and with my occupation as a
Criminology. He said that being in touch with the police would help
him very much.
Then-----
he came to me within six inches from my face and whispered, now I’m
going to tell you what you are going to do. You have parents in
Seattle and he showed me a number of pictures of them. They were
completing the usual duties of retirees. Don’t forget about
your brother. More pictures of him and his family. If you don’t
want them harmed, you are going to conduct a murder for me. I tried
to break away and screamed. He clamped his hand over my mouth and
shook his head to indicate that I must not resist.”
“ I
couldn’t believe what I was hearing.”
“He
said that he would outline every detail of how this was to be done. I
would personally connect with the first victim and he told me his
name and address. His address was in Vegas. Once personally connected
you will tell him that he was so sexy that you wanted him to go back
to his place for a drink and sex with you. At his apartment, you
would pour a drink of whatever liquor he had, but you would place one
of these pills in his drink. He showed me the small pill. Lead him to
believe that you were going to have sex with him. Undress, and once
naked, wait until he had passed out. He would be lying on his back in
bed. Take one of these knives and he showed three strange looking, (I
Guessed they were knives and made for the use he was about to tell me
) He held one about ten inches long in total and waved it over his
head. You won’t be waving this over your head. You will feel
for the Carotid artery in his neck, find it and cut across it by
stabbing the knife straight down so that his blood will burst out
with the pounding of his heart. You will have to move out of the way
to avoid his blood flow.
You
will be provided with a strong but small vacuum that you will vacuum
the bed and the entire area around it. You may have to shower if you
have any blood on you. Then, you will have to vacuum all the areas
that you were in and take a face cloth and wipe all spots that you
have touched, And I do mean vacuuming and wiping has to be done
properly. But before you conduct this for me, please cut your pubic
hair to less than a quarter of an inch. Then if the police might find
one, they won’t be sure if it’s yours or anybody else’s.
After you have completed the vacuuming and wiping, you will place
these plastic covers over your feet to leave the apartment and leave
the door unlocked. Make sure the door and handle are absolutely
clean. Place the towel that you used in the plastic bag that you will
have in the waistband of your jeans and leave.
Dan
returned and advised that Jasmine’s parents were safe at the
Seattle Police Head Quarters. Her Dad was given a computer to play on
and her mother had a very comfortable chair. Her Dad had pointed the
surveillance to two constables. When they approached, the person came
out holding a gun and started to shoot. One of the constables shot
and killed him.
Sifton
then said----
Consider
this carefully, if you happen to leave trace evidence, it will be
identified with you and you will probably be charged with murder.
Your parents will not survive either. I haven’t decided on your
brother just yet.
“Then
he had me repeat the instructions that he had issued.”
He
added that there were some of his men surveying my parents and
brother 24/7 and one of them would be sending pictures frequently.
Every two weeks or so, you will have a visitor who will determine
that you do not keep those pictures on your phone.
“Since
then, I have been watched constantly and I am exhausted. I may not
have it correct or left something out but you now know the
circumstances.”
“Oh,
I forgot, Sifton met with me in Phoenix and went over all details
again. He was quite pleased with how I worked Vegas. I was so happy.
McIntyre
and his officers would review the recording that Jasmine had
outlined. In the meantime, she would be held in the interview room
until a further decision would be made.
McIntyre
and staff left the room.
Osborne
sought his friend’s information and learned about Jasmine’s
recording. He was informed that she indeed commit the murders but
under great duress and danger over the last two months.
This
m then made sense to Osborne who had become troubled with Jasmine and
her change in attitude and life style during the last few weeks.
Osborne knew he had to hear the recording.
After
that, he texted Weber and a told him of the new development.
In
turn, Weber replied that it now looked like it’s between worst
and good and keep hoping
The
next morning at Police Head Quarters, Osborne was able to see Jasmine
for a brief period. Knowing more made him feel somewhat better and
was hoping for the best.
Jasmine
was escorted to a police cruiser. She was still handcuffed only
because it was the law.
As
the cruiser drive away, Jasmine turned and looked out the back window
to Osborne.
He
smiled. Watched the car and occupants leave. At least he stretched
his lips.
