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Curious and
Gifted People
The
Case of the Black Widow Killer
And
The Case of the Grimm
Brothers
PDH Publishing
Copyrights and Notices
Copyright © 2017 by D.R. Hann
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author, me, D. R. Hann.
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and or incidents are fictitious and are of the author’s imagination.
Synopsis
This is the sequel
for my book, “In search of my Elusive Unicorn” and the prequel to my book, “Elkosh.”
Three
intellectually challenged but gifted adults and one FBI agent, named Mack
Jessup, hoping to bring the Black Widow and the Grimm brothers to justice.
Three
intellectually challenged adults with special powers; Meg, who can sense things;
Charles, hears things and Lilly, can see things.
Mack, an FBI
agent for nine years wants to have a case that you only read about in books. So far he has only had slow moving and boring
white collar cases; now his time has come.
Megan Habersham,
a twenty eight year old, who is bold and brash, who if she feels you are lying
to her will tell you off.
Charles Boyer is
a twenty five year old, who insists that you call him Charles and not Chuck. He
loves comics, movies and is a walking sports encyclopedia.
Lilly Martin, an
eighteen year old, who almost never speaks and is in her own little world; but never
touch her stuff.
Together, they
will try to find the Black Widow killer and the Grimm brothers and bring them
to justice.
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The Case of the Black
Widow Killer
FBI agent Mack
Jessup
Bitterly, I take
care of bank fraud and white collar crimes, but since Warren is on vacation, I
have been relegated to check on a lead in a Plant City murder investigation.
But why is the
FBI investigating a matter which should be done by the local jurisdiction? Seems a caller said she would only speak to
the FBI, that she has solid information concerning the poison murder of Henry
Blanko.
A note left at
the scene stated, “I am the Black Widow; this is not my first and will not be
my last.”
The caller said
she knew some important information which she would like to pass on.
When asked if
she could please visit the FBI office, she said the only way that she was
giving the information out was for an FBI agent to visit her.
When checking
out the address, I find that it is a group home for the mentally disabled.
When I call the
person listed as in charge, a Betty Selby, she replies she has no idea what I
am talking about, case closed.
Two hours later,
I receive a call from Betty Selby who states that one of her female adults
living there says they have information about this crime, but is only willing
to tell an FBI agent.
So I guess I
will be visiting the group home for the mentally disabled.
This will give
me a short day tomorrow and who does not need a short day from time to time.
Megan, Charles
and Lilly
I arrive at
eleven and, for safety reasons; I leave my weapon in the car.
I ring the door
bell and I can hear a small dog barking with the sound getting closer until a
young man, with a small barking dog in his arms, opens the door.
“Hi, I’m FBI Agent
Mack Jessup.”
The young man
just stands there with the small barking dog and not speaking a word. I’m thinking, okay, now what?
A thin and very
tall middle aged woman, with dark black hair, comes to the door and tells the
young man, whose name is John, to move so that their guest may enter.
Betty Selby says,
“I guess I should have told you that Megan Habersham, the person who wants to
speak to you is not here right now, will not be here until after work.”
When I say, “Okay
I’ll be back after one,” Betty suggests that I stay and be their guest for
lunch and I can answer any questions that the residents may have about the FBI.
Okay, I’ll be
the Show and Tell
During lunch of
hot dogs, chips and fruit drinks, the questions come like rapid fire. A man, named Charles, who does not have that
Downs Syndrome look but you can tell by the way he speaks and acts that he is
mentally disabled, keeps asking me about my gun, to which I keep replying it’s
a weapon.
I am glad I left
my weapon in the car, as I am positive that Charles would like to see it, hold
it and try to shoot it.
Just when the
questions are dying down and almost all of the residents have left the room,
except for Charles who keeps questioning me about my gun, Megan, who has that
Downs Syndrome look, walks in and introduces herself, “Hi, I’m Megan Habersham,
you can call me Meg. Yes, I would like
that, call me Meg. I’m twenty eight
years old, I work at McDonalds, I like it and I get free food.”
It is her very
curly blond hair which stands out on her and the first thing that comes to mind
is Shirley Temple.
“Someday, I am
buying my own home, get married and having three children. Oh, I take art classes, painting, three times
a week and I am pretty darn good.”
Meg asks if I
have my gun and once more I reply, “My weapon? No, I left it in the car.”
Meg says, “A
good thing, because Chuck.....”
At which time
Charles says to Meg, “My name is Charles not Chuck.”
Meg continues by
saying, “well Chuck would like to kiss me.”
Charles says that
Meg is out of her mind and Meg says that
she knows she is different but what is Chuck’s excuse, and if she had my gun,
Chuck would certainly try and get it and try to shoot it and, knowing Chuck, he
probably would have shot someone or himself.
Betty Selby to the rescue; she demands an
apology from Meg and Charles to me and each other.
After Charles
and Betty leave the room, Meg looks at me, smiles, and asks me, “What do you
call people like her?”
Dumbfounded for
a few seconds, I reply, “Mentally disabled.”
Meg says, “No,
you are dead wrong, we are intellectually challenged, so please spread the
word.”
I ask Meg if she
is always brash and bold and Meg replies, “I know and I am trying not to be brash
or bold as I have almost been fired three times at McDonalds but since I have
that job I have gotten a lot better.”
Meg continues,
“I have just one more question,” while looking at my card, “FBI Agent Mack
Jessup, how would you describe me?”
“You are
approximately five feet two inches tall, weigh approximately one hundred and
twenty pounds….”
“FBI Agent Mack
Jessup, my weight is all in the right places.”
I continue, “You
are approximately twenty to twenty five years of age.”
“Thank you FBI Agent
Mack Jessup. Now how do I look?” Moving her hand over her face, she repeats her
question, “What do you call this look, FBI Agent Mack Jessup?”
“I believe the
clinical name would be Downs Syndrome.”
“Correct, as I am no Mongo, as people used to say, look at
her, she has Mongolism.”
Feeling uncomfortable, I state, “Meg, you called the FBI stating
you have information about the the murder of Henry Blanko, please tell me the
information you have?”
“FBI Agent Mack
Jessup, please don’t feel uncomfortable, I know what I am and I am very
comfortable with it.
To know that you
are really an FBI agent, I want to see your identification.”
Once more,
dumbfounded for a few seconds, I take out my ID and hand it to Meg.
“Nice, you are
thirty three years old, are you married?”
Once more, Meg
has caught me off guard with her questioning.
“Yes Meg, I am.”
“You are a
handsome man; I guess your wife is good looking?”
I’m thinking
intellectually disabled my butt; Meg is more with it than a lot of people I
know.
“Meg, this is my
wife,” showing a glamour shot of my wife Britt.
“She is hot,
wish she was not so hot.”
I want to ask
Meg what she meant by that last statement but I find myself leaving well enough
alone.
“Meg, what
information do you have about the Henry Blanko murder?”
Meg calls out
for Charles but still calls him Chuck and calls out for someone named Lilly. Once
more, Betty Selby enters the room and reminds Meg not to yell and that she
should go and ask Charles and Lilly if they would come into the kitchen.
As Betty is
leaving the kitchen, Meg is behind her and gives her the finger.
Two minutes
later, Charles enters and takes a seat, followed by Meg, who places her chair
right next to me, and a young woman with bright red hair, who has that Downs Syndrome look, stands at the
kitchen entrance. Meg introduces her as
Lilly, no talk Lilly.
Before I have a
chance to speak, Meg says, “Lilly, I told you that he was hot.” Lilly shakes her head yes.
Once more,
before I have had a chance to speak, Meg tells me that she can sense things
about the Henry Blanko murder and Chuck.
Charles is quick to correct Meg for calling him Chuck. Meg says, “Grow
up Chuck, this is important and we have a duty to do.”
Meg tells me
that Chuck can hear things and all the while Meg is telling me this, Charles
keeps correcting Meg about his name.
Meg turns to
Lilly and says, “This beautiful non speaking young woman can see things.”
Again, I ask Meg
for the information about the Henry Blanko murder.
Meg replies,
“Lilly has seen a beautiful red haired woman holding two glasses of wine and
has seen Henry drinking from one of the glasses and then Henry falls to the
floor, not moving and looks like he is in a deep sleep.
Lilly writes on
her notepad, no, I can’t watch another time, too much for me, nightmares, this
woman is very bad, very evil, like the devil.
Meg says, “This
whole thing is messed up, he made love to her, didn’t know it was her.”
“Meg, what do
you mean by this?”
“I sense that
Henry knew this evil woman, you call the Black Widow. Henry knew her but did not know her, I don’t
know what that means, do you FBI Agent Mac Jessup?”
“Maybe Henry had
known her before but did not recognize her.
Great clue Meg, we will investigate women that Henry knew.
I asked Meg if
Lilly got a real good look at the Black Window. Meg turns to Lilly, Lilly writes, “She had
black hair but now is a red head, attractive.”
Turning to
Charles, Meg tells Chuck to tell me what he heard and, once more, Charles is
correcting Meg on his name.
Charles says, “I
hear this very bad woman telling a man, you don’t know me Henry, you don’t
remember me?
I think this bad
woman killed that man.”
Interesting how
much information they knew about this crime.
Charles says,
“We have to stop this woman, she’ll do this bad thing again.”
Meg replies,
“Chuck just take a chill pill and tell FBI Agent Mack Jessup what you heard.”
Charles
continues, “I hear the man gasping for air, a thud, now it is okay, everything
is quiet, no more, no more, that’s three outs and the ballgame is over.”
Lilly is now sitting
in a chair with pen and paper rocking and writing. I asked Lilly if I can see what she has
written but Lilly does not seem to hear me and, wanting to see what she has
written, I try to take the paper but Lilly jams her pen down into the paper
narrowly missing my finger.
Meg talks to
Lilly saying that it is important I have a look at the paper because we all
want that very bad and evil woman caught and sent to jail where she will only
receive bread and water until the day she dies.
Lilly turns the paper
so that I may read it but taking care not to touch the paper.
Lilly has
written the name Renee three times and at the bottom of the page she gave him a
bad drink is written ten times.
As I finish
reading what Lilly wrote, Lilly pushes the paper towards me as Meg tells me it’s
okay to take the paper now; Lilly wants you to have it.
There has been a
lot of news coverage so, at this point, I cannot be sure if they have a gift or
not.
I just want to be sure none of them have seen
or heard anything on the news related to the murders.
As I thank them
all for their time, Meg wants to know when we will be going after this very bad
and evil woman so we can wrap this case up.
I tell Meg that
this is a local matter and we must leave it up to the local police.
Meg has her come
back, “The local police cannot solve this case without us. We are the only ones who can bring this bitch
to justice.”
Charles keeps
poking Meg, who turns and says, “Chuck, okay, okay.” Then turns to me and asks
me to ask Chuck any sports question and make it a tough sports question. Chuck wants you to try and stump him with
your question.
Thinking, I asked
Charles, “When did America first play communist China in ping pong.”
Thinking I have
Charles stumped, Charles thinks for a moment and then answers, “That was called
ping pong diplomacy and the United States met China on April 11th to
the 17th, 1971.
Like I said
before; mentally challenged, my ass.
Thanking all
three for their information, I head to the car.
As I am about to
pull away, Meg shouts from the door that she has one more important
detail.
Meg runs to my
car and asks me if I will let her sit in my car while she tells me what that
important information is.
I should have
known better as Meg has hiked up her skirt to her thighs. Okay, I hate to be mean but I tell Meg if she
does not behave that she will never see me again, so she pulls her skirt down
and tells me that Chuck heard a very loud tick tock, tick tock.
As Meg is
leaving she turns and asks, “FBI Agent Mack Jessup, what do we get if we solve
this murder?
My reply and
expecting any answer, “What do you want?”
“Chuck wants to
shoot a gun, Lilly does not care and I, FBI Agent Mack Jessup, do not want to
be taken to no circus. I want you to
take me to the movies.
“If you solve
this crime, I will see what I can do.”
First, I have to
make contact with the Hillsborough County Police as the crime was committed in
the Bloomingdale area.
I have to make
sure that neither, Meg, Charles or Lilly have ever known Henry or have been to
the residence where the murder took place, which seems to be a cluster in itself
as the apartment was sublet to a Michael Banda, who sublet it to a Randy
Kaufman, who sublet it to a Carol Long, who sublet it to a Renee Hall which we
now know is not her real name.
I have heard of
people with clairvoyance solving crimes so I will see where this road leads.
Meg, Charles and
Lilly are curious people; I hope they can solve this crime.
As past history
in solving a crime has shown, when people know a lot about a crime sometimes
they themselves are involved.
Hillsborough
County Sheriff’s Department
I contact
detective Anthony Sabatino, with the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s department,
and as it is time for lunch, we head to a local sub shop that his uncle Joe
owns.
“I find being
away from the grind and pressure of a police building is more relaxing,” Sabatino
says.
I fill in
detective Sabatino on my interviews with Meg, Charles and Lilly and state why an
FBI agent got involved with this case. I
warned him about Charles and weapons, the bold and brash Meg, who is looking
for a boyfriend, and Lilly; never touch her stuff and not to go before one in
the afternoon unless he wants to become a show and tell.
As we are
leaving, I ask detective Sabatino if there is anything in the apartment that
makes a loud noise. His response, “Funny
you mention that, as there is a large grandfather clock in the entry way.”
We shake hands
and I ask detective Sabatino to keep me informed on this case.
First, detective
Sabatino will see if the three amigos have known Henry Blanko or have ever been
to the apartment where the murder took place.
Back to Square One
I was thinking
the Henry Blanko case is in good hands with detective Sabatino but once more I
get lucky and I’m caught up with the case, which they are dubbing the Black
Widow murder.
Seems when
detective Sabatino went to interview Meg, Charles and Lilly, Meg told him to
fuck off and that she would not speak to anyone but FBI agent Mack Jessup.
After a meeting
with my boss it is decided that I can work with detective Sabatino.
Detective
Sabatino fills me in saying that his research does not show that Meg, Charles
or Lilly have ever known Henry Blanko or have been to the apartment.
The detective
also fills me in on all information about the murder and as far as they know it
was poison. The suspect left no finger
prints and it looks like the whole apartment was wiped down with bleach. She was really careful; must have worn gloves
from the time she entered the apartment till after the murder and then wiped
the whole apartment with bleach.
They have a
witness who says as far as they could tell it was a female and that she always
had a hoodie on but did notice her red hair.
This individual
was pretty smart when it came to this crime and they were really careful.
“So do you think
you can get Meg to speak with me Mack?”
“Let me go and
speak with her again and see what I can do.”
Pulling a
stuffed teddy bear out of the back seat of his car, Sabatino says, “Here, we
give these to children when the sheriff’s department is interacting with them, it
may help.”
“If I give Meg
that, she may start to call me her boyfriend.”
No teddy bears,
just tough love.
I call and speak
to Betty Selby and tell her I will be there at two p.m. and will Meg be there,
as I do not want to be the show and tell.
Knocking on the
door and hearing the little dog barking, I expect to see the silent man, with
dog in his arms, opening the door but, once more, I am blindsided by bold,
brash Meg who has come to the door in short shorts and a bra.
Before I can say
a word, Meg says, “Hello FBI Agent Mack Jessup, do you like what you see?”
Gathering my
composure, I tell Meg if she does not put a top on in the next ten seconds I am
leaving.
Turning, she
says, “Okay I will do it for you, FBI Agent Mack Jessup. I may be mentally challenged, and I know that
I am not Britt, but I have a heart and feelings.”
As Meg goes,
hopefully to put a top on, I tell her, “Meg, you are not intellectually
challenged, you are more normal than you think,” and thinking but not saying
it, and in very much need of a boyfriend.
Now the silent
man with the barking dog is at the door so I smile but the silent man just
keeps staring at me.
Meg is back and
with a top on, “John, move your ass, this is my very good friend, FBI Agent Mack
Jessup.”
The silent man
turns and leaves the kitchen.
“Where is Betty
Selby?” I inquire.
Meg replies, “She
had to go to the store and Betty has left me in charge,” pausing, Meg asks me,
“Why don’t you think I can handle that kind of responsibility?”
“Meg, I believe
you can do almost anything.”
“Okay, FBI Agent
Mack Jessup, I’ll give you a pass this time.”
“Would you like
something to drink?”
“No, thank you,
Meg, but I want to know why you did not want to speak with”…… and before I can
finish, Meg says, “Yes, you want to know why I did not want to speak to detective
Sabatino, from the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s department. You know our deal; I will only speak with you
and help you solve this crime, FBI Agent Mack Jessup.”
“Meg, is there
any way that you will not work with me on this crime?”
“No, not unless
you want to leave your wife and marry me, then and only then would I consider
working on this crime without you.”
Bold and brash
Meg, what will you think of saying next!
“Okay Meg, we
will work together on this crime.”
“Are you sure
you don’t want to leave your wife?”
“No Meg, I don’t
want to leave my wife.”
“If you ever
want to leave your wife, I will be waiting for you, FBI Agent Mack Jessup.
“Meg, I will
call you after I have another meeting with detective Sabatino.”
“Please stay, I
don’t want to be alone, just stay until Betty comes home.”
“Meg, I am sure
you can take care of yourself.”
“You can’t blame
me for trying.”
“Meg, when we
start to work with the detective, there will be no cursing, no flirting, and no
calling Charles, Chuck.”
“Okay, I will
try.”
“Meg, promise me
or I cannot have you working on this case, understood?”
“Yes, FBI Agent Mack
Jessup.”
“Meg, you can
call me Mack.”
“That’s a good
thing, I like it. Just wondering, what
if Mrs. Megan Jessup.”
“Remember Meg,
no flirting.”
“Yes Mack.”
As I was headed
to my car, I thought I caught Meg giving me the finger but when I turned, Meg
was smiling and blowing me kisses.
A Trip to the
Scene of the Crime
After conferring
with Sabatino, I decide to let him know what the three have told me.
Sabatino says
that nothing surprises him anymore and he knows of three crimes in Hillsborough
County in which clairvoyant people have helped solved them.
If the three can
go on Wednesday, I will pick them up and meet Sabatino at the apartment.
I wonder if the
FBI really has an X File department.
Warren Stevens
has returned from vacation but I don’t want to turn this case over to him, and
I do not believe Meg would speak with him and I am set to pick up the three on
Wednesday.
It has been
decided that Warren will come along with me on Wednesday to see if Meg will
warm up to him.
Once more, I
knock on the door and the small dog starts to bark again.
John opens the
door with the small dog in his arms; he hangs his head down and walks away.
Before we enter
the kitchen, Meg appears and she is dressed up in a black evening dress with
heels and makeup on, like she is going out for the evening.
When she sees
Warren she says, “Who in the hell is this Mack?” Thankfully, I have clued in Warren about bold
and brash Meg.
After I tell Meg
that this is my partner, FBI Agent Warren Stevens, Meg stands there silent.
Charles comes
into the kitchen and states he is ready to pitch a good game today and looks at
Warren and says, “Try and stump me with a sports question, make it really
tough.”
Warren thinks
momentarily and then asks Charles, “What was the first professional baseball
team?”
Quickly, Charles
answers, “Trick question, some say it was 1846, the New York Nine and the
Knickerbockers, others will say it was 1869, the Cincinnati Red Stockings.
Did you know
baseball was first mentioned in 1791?”
“No, I did not know
that Charles, if I have a sports questions I will place you on my list of go to
people.”
Meg breaks her
silence and tells me with a stern face, “Oh no, I am your only partner. Warren may be a nice guy and an FBI agent but
if you want this crime solved, your partner will only be me.”
After a thirty
minute discussion with Meg about the benefits to having Warren as a partner, Meg
gives in with, of course, certain stipulations which Meg lays out; she will
decide when Warren can be involved directly with the investigation but she will
allow me to go over information on the case with Warren.
Today Warren
cannot be directly involved, so I will drop him off at the office before
heading to the murder scene.
As Warren is
ready to get into the front seat, Meg tells him to take a seat in the back as she
will ride shot gun and Charles says, “Time for the kickoff.”
As Warren is
leaving, he says, “Okay kids, don’t be too late getting home.”
Meg flips him
the bird and Warren, not being caught off guard, sticks his tongue out at Meg,
which brings her to respond with, “Hey Warren, I’ll bet you don’t know how to
use that with a woman.”
I guess I’ll
hear about Meg for a while at the office.
After a five
minute ride, Charles tells me he has to pee and Meg says that I better find a
place fast as Chuck seems to have a weak bladder.
Charles states
that it is fourth down and long.
Quickly, I find
a gas station but with Charles saying, “I fumbled the ball.” I know it is too
late.
Meg verbally
goes off on Charles, but I tell Meg that she is not helpful and we will go to a
nearby Walmart and I will purchase Charles a pair of pants.
We go into
Walmart and as we are passing McDonalds, Meg tells me that she and Lilly will
wait here while I purchase a pair of pants for Charles.
Meg says, “Don’t
worry Mack, I am no child and I’ll take good care of Lilly.”
Hesitating, but
knowing if I would insist that she come with us, Meg would probably tell me to take
a long walk off of a short pier. There
are sometimes when you have to leave well enough alone.
After looking at
six pairs of pants, Charles says, “Touchdown.” I direct him into the dressing room and after
about ten minutes and me prodding Charles to hurry up, Charles says, “Hey, not
safe, not safe.”
When I ask
Charles what the problem is, he says he needs underwear, and I tell him that it
would be okay if he goes commando and Charles says that he does not know what
that means, to which I reply, just put on your pants without underwear, it’s
the latest fad.
Charles finally
emerges from the dressing room with his pissy pants in hand and after I tell
Charles to throw them away he says he cannot because they are his lucky pants.
After purchasing
two beach towels so that no one will have to sit in pee, and some hand
sanitizer, we are finally ready to leave except Meg has purchased Lilly a Happy
Meal and tells me to cool my jets so that Lilly can finish.
After a phone
call to Sabatino, who understands, Charles now wants a Happy Meal. Meg asks Charles if he has money. His reply, “I’m not as lucky as you Meg I
don’t have a job.”
I go for my
wallet and Meg tells me to put it away as she will buy Charles a happy meal and
that they take care of their own.
We finally arrive
after three and Sabatino is waiting for us.
We ask the three
what can you see, what can you hear, and what can you sense?
Meg says, “This
is the apartment where that evil bitch lived.”
Charles says, “I
can still hear her.”
Lilly is shaking
her head no and has written on her pad that she will not go into that apartment;
bad, very bad.
Meg wants me to
go first as Charles says, “This touchdown is not going to be easy.”
When Meg enters,
she says, “This apartment is cold and dead.”
Charles says, “I
hear a woman speaking and there is a loud tick tock, tick tock.” When I question him, he says, “It is a man who
died here, ball game over, ball game over,” and walks out the door.
Sabatino asks
Meg if she can give him any details, and Meg replies, “I have a boyfriend,
don’t need another.”
I smile with a
stupid look on my face as Sabatino is quick to catch on and replies, “Meg,
since you have a boyfriend, I will not interfere.” I am thinking please do, interfere, “I just
want as many details as you can give me.”
Meg says she will
go throughout the whole apartment, as long as I hold her hand, to see what she
can sense and then will speak to Charles and Lilly and write the whole damn mess
on paper.
Sabatino,
thinking quickly, asks Meg if she and the others would like to see how a police
station operates and bold, brash Meg replies, “Sure, but on these conditions; one,
that you book me in like I was a criminal, two, that you lock me in a cell,
three, don’t let Chuck touch any guns, and four, take us out to dinner.”
Sabatino agrees
and extends his hand to consummate the deal with a hand shake, but Meg just
slaps it away and grabs my hand and says, “This way,” leading us to the
kitchen.
After three trips
throughout the whole apartment, which I believe was only because Meg just
wanted to hold my hand; Meg tells us she is done.
As we are
leaving the house, Meg smiles at me and Sabatino catches her but before he can
utter a word, Meg flips him off and turns to me and gives me a wink.
I wish I could
say that the ride to the police station was uneventful but it was not.
Meg and Charles
were at it again; Charles telling Meg that I could never love her because we
are not like most people and Meg, being Meg, asks me, “How about it, lover boy,
could you ever love me?”
I said, “Meg,
I’m married, I love my wife,”
Meg says, “But
what if you were not married or something happened to your marriage or, God
forbid, your wife crashed her car and it caught fire and she burned to death,
God forbid, would you love me then?”
How do I end
this, as I don’t want to be mean, okay, let me be understanding, “Meg, I think
you are special and kind and would make someone a great wife, but because I’m
married, not me.”
“How do you mean
special, special like being intellectually challenged, or special like an
angel?”
Don’t mess this
up and maybe I’ll be home free. “Well Meg, somehow I don’t think you think of
yourself as an angel, and you are definitely special but not because you are
intellectually challenged. I believe you
have a lot going for you, even more than a lot of people do.
Meg replies,
“Now that was funny, FBI Agent Mack Jessup, I still believe I have a chance
with you,” as Meg winks and blows a kiss at me.
So much for home
free.
The Police Station
After about an
hour of Meg having her fun, being booked and placed in a cell, and Charles
begging everyone with a weapon if he could hold it, Meg, Charles and Lilly sit
down to give us what, hopefully, will be the answer to the Henry Blanko, Black
Widow murder.
What I believe
will be a cluster fuck, is surprisingly calm with, of course, Meg leading the
meeting.
Meg tells Lilly
to write down everything she has seen, and then asks Charles, even calling him
Charles and not Chuck, to tell us what he has heard.
As Lilly writes,
Charles says he heard a young woman speaking, says her name is Renee, no
Cecilia, and there is a loud tick tock from the large grandfather clock which
use to sit in the entry way.
Charles
continues by stating this evil woman is now playing away.
Meg says she
could sense that this woman may no longer be in the area, and this woman is cold
hearted and has done this once before and if not stopped, will do this again
and again.
Lilly has
finished writing but not forgetting; never take anything away from Lilly. I wait until Meg says that she will trade a
can of pop for the paper, which Lilly agrees to by shaking her head yes.
With the trade
complete, Sabatino and I look at Lilly’s paper and on it is the face of a woman;
attractive, age between twenty five and thirty. On the bottom, Lilly has drawn
a large ring on the ring finger of a hand with the word right, which means
right hand. Next to this drawing, the
word southwest is written ten times.
After dinner,
and what seemed like a long day, I take the three amigos home. Charles and Lilly head for the house but
bold, brash Meg has her own way of leaving and kisses me on my cheek.
As Meg is at the
door, she yells, “I believe I still have a chance with you, FBI Agent Mack
Jessup.”
I really hope
this is all worth it.
Paperwork and
Profiles
Now the
profiling and search of the criminal databank begins. If the three amigos’ information is correct,
it will shorten the investigation time.
On the second
day of searching the criminal databank, a surprise visit from Meg. Why it is a surprise to me, I don’t know,
maybe I should be surprised that it took her until the second day to visit.
I want to send
her packing, but Meg has come with gifts in hand of McDonald’s cheeseburgers
and fries. Picking up a cheeseburger,
Sabatino, says “I think it may be prudent to have Meg help if she wants to.”
Sabatino gives
Meg a seat at the table we have been working at and hands her a batch of photos
to look at. Naturally, Meg moves her
chair next to me.
The next day
more un-surprises as Meg has not only brought more cheeseburgers and fries but
has also brought Lilly and Charles.
Meg has Lilly
sit next to her and tells her to look at each photo to see if any are of the
evil bitch who committed this murder.
Charles is, once
more, asking if he can hold someone’s gun.
After thirty
minutes, Charles is sitting at a desk and talking with a detective Marty McCann
who seems to have taken Charles under his wing. This is no surprise to Sabatino
as he lets me know that Marty has an eleven year old son who is also
intellectually challenged. This causes
Meg to chime in stating, “See, our numbers keep increasing and some day there
will be more of us than you.”
My thought is
that may not be a bad thing. Most days
the intellectually challenged seem more normal than normal people and what is
really normal?
It sounded like
a good idea to have Meg, Charles and Lilly picked up but we should have known
better.
Sabatino made
the mistake to have a rookie pick them up and on the way to the station it got
chaotic. Charles kept pestering the
rookie for his weapon and Meg kept hammering him to place the siren on. I guess it was just too much for the rookie
because they pulled up to the station with the siren on and the rookie asked
that he be pulled from the pickup duty.
We’ll have them picked up in a cab from now on, but it did make for an
interesting rookie story.
The three amigos
have chosen twelve photos but are bickering about which woman was at the
apartment, and Lilly has sort of thrown a curveball into the investigation by
wanting to see photos of other women criminals.
At least we can
check on each of the twelve that they did choose.
We have been
able to eliminate four of the twelve as they were all in prison at the time of
the murder.
How could eight
criminals just disappear?
The next day we
get an early start and we are able to track down two of the criminals who we
confirmed have died from drug overdoses; two down and six to go.
It is like a Mardi
Gras party when the three amigos arrive as the whole station looks forward to
their arrival.
Marty McCann has
decided to take his life in his hands and is taking Charles to the weapons
range.
It is only ten
minutes when Lilly keeps pointing at a female photo, which turns out to be
Cecilia Worthington, a twenty eight year old, who has been arrested twice for
attempted murder, shop lifting, stalking and selling Oxycodone and other
prescription meds.
Lilly imitates writing on a piece of paper so
Meg hands her a pen and paper and Lilly has written the words poison, travel, and
murder on it.
Now I feel we
are getting somewhere and our luck is getting better as we get a call from the
California Corrections Department stating that Cecilia Worthington had escaped
a month before the murder.
Sounds like the
three amigos may have some kind of special powers; I have to find out if the FBI
does have a special X File unit.
Everything is
falling into place, running smooth until McCann and Charles return from the
weapons range and McCann is holding his bloody side, stating it’s only a flesh wound;
it’s only a flesh wound.
Crap, Charles
did it as Meg proclaimed he would, he got the chance to fire a weapon and shot
someone.
Sabatino
instructs McCann to sit and orders an ambulance.
McCann says he
has to tell Sabatino just one thing in case he does not make it and with the
whole room quiet, McCann says, “Got you Sabatino, got you good.”
The whole thing
was staged; no blood, just ketchup, payback for a stunt Sabatino had played on
McCann during his bachelor party. Duct
taping a drunken McCann to a stripper pole at a gentlemen’s club.
McCann and the
whole office knew what was going down and they erupt into laughter as Sabatino
calls him a real donkey.
McCann states,
“It was Charles’ idea and a good one at that.”
Meg tells Chuck,
“That was not very smart, not very funny, you’re a donkey Chuck.”
This time
Charles doesn’t care that Meg has called him Chuck as he is in his glory for
coming up with a great payback idea.
As they say,
“Paybacks are a bitch!”
So how did
Charles do? According to McCann, he did
very well and listened to every detail and followed every safety instruction.
As the day is
ending, Lilly is pointing to her paper which has the words, Henry Blanko’s ring.
If I were a
betting man, I would bet that Cecilia Worthington has Henry Blanko’s ring.
As all serial
killers do, she took a souvenir from her victim.
Tracking
With the information
we have from the three amigos, we believe Cecilia Worthington has left the area,
even the state, and is probably now living in the southwest. She has probably changed her name and looks.
It is time to
check the blotter to see about murders in the southwest.
Interestingly, it
seems two weeks ago in Plano, Texas, a businessman had his throat cut at a
seedy motel.
The police said
it was probably a robbery and are now questioning known prostitutes. An interesting fact; no finger prints or DNA
found. It is like the assailant knew how to leave a crime scene and not be
caught. As luck has it, we do have a
witness who states that he heard a noise and was going to go back to bed but
for some unknown reason took a peak out the window and saw a blond woman in a
hoodie leaving the room. At about five
feet eight inches tall, it was probably Cecilia Worthington.
At this point in
time, I’m not sure if a trip to Plano would be prudent as Cecilia has probably
moved on.
I received my
daily call from Meg and with interesting news; Lilly woke up and kept writing
Plano, she is still there, she did it again.
It looks like
this just became an FBI crime and I will be traveling to Plano, Texas.
Plano, Texas and
the Three Amigos
After a call to
detective Anthony Sabatino, and telling him what Lilly had written, we will be
making a trip to Plano.
Sabatino asks a
question that, at first, I do not want to hear, “Maybe we should take the three
amigos.” As much as I don’t want to do
it, it may be a smart thing to do.
Taking the three amigos with us could help capture Cecilia Worthington.
Ground rules,
lots of ground rules, and that is what I tell Meg, who has her suitcase already
packed.
When I question
Meg about how she knew I would be asking her to travel, Meg says that Lilly
wrote, “Pack; you, Charles and I are going to Plano.
The airplane
ride is uneventful with the exception that Charles must have asked more
questions than I can count.
Meg behaved herself
and not once did she go beyond a little flirtation with me.
We arrive at the
Dallas, Fort Worth airport and are met by two Texas Rangers, David Cordell and
Tom Winfield.
