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*TO CLARIFY; whoever the serial rapist is has been dressing up and doing this. So even though its clear Connor knows this person, they were heavily covered in all kinds of heavy disguise at the time. Also without Jazz present the charges most likely wouldn’t have stuck and when Connor comes back again and they meet it’s a year later!*

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CONNOR AND MARCELO SAT IN THE CAR BEFORE HIS LUNCH DATE WITH HIS DAD.

“So we agree to keep it.”

Marcelo said. He, Connor and Jazz had debated on what to do with the money for a long time. They finally decided that with the threat of the police being on Williams’s team they would keep it.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to bring this up in front of Jazz but we need the drugs to get close to Black as well.”

Connor didn’t need her worrying or stressing. He had taken notice she hadn’t been herself lately. The trip down south was good for her, but she slowly seemed to regress back to her original state of stress.

“Your right let me get the scoop on Ellen first before we make any other moves.”

Marcelo was confident he could get a finger print from her. They had a suspicion that she was connected in this in some way. Marcelo had already been keeping tabs on her.

“Good, stay on her and get those prints for me. Meanwhile, I’ll bear through this lunch with Dad and Natalie.”

Marcelo eyed Connor oddly

“Well you sound excited.”

Connor chuckled.

“It’s not that. It’s just Jazz has been so stressed. I know I don’t understand everything she may be going through but I’m trying my best to support her. I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“Well it’s not every day you have a serial rapist after you Connor.”

“So now I’m insensitive right?”

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying she has reason to be stressed. There’s nothing you can do but figure this out as soon as possible. That’s what we’re going to do.”

Marcelo reassured him with a hand on the shoulder.

“I went to the police station and they have no record of anyone being brought in that night. I think it’s been a year so maybe I was off on the description but he looked like an older guy…medium height…brown eyes…I don’t know. But nothing turned up, we gotta find this guy.”

“I know. I just don’t know how, but I’m certain this guy’s connected to William and Ellen. How else does he get in the house to leave the letter and photos that were taken off Williams Camera, but without Williams fingerprints on em?”

“Yes, but why would William work with a serial rapist? Is the guy that sick? Being face to face with him, he’s not nearly as big and bad as he appears. There’s no doubt he’s psycho, but this is another level of mental disturbia.”

Connor shook his head. They were slowly connecting the dots but there were so many gaps to fill.

“I hear ya, hey I know you want Martin on that video thing but I want to be there with him. I told him we can meet up and do it together. He insisted on it being you, so I told em’ you would be there and I’m going to join in unexpectedly.”

Connor shook his head.

“Still don’t trust him huh? You need to let that argument you guys had go. I think Martins going through a lot lately. He talked about losing his job.”

“I just don’t get a good vibe like I said. Call it a six sense I have about that stuff. I just know.”

“Okay Mr. sixth sense we’ll see if you’re right about this woman Ellen. I won’t lie I’m with you on that one something’s off.”

“Definitely, but don’t worry I’m on it. Jazz is going to be in the downtown area meeting with Mr. Pennington about sponsors today. William’s office is close by and Ellen is down there all the time. I’ll be covering Jazz and hopefully I’ll see her.”

“Don’t stay on her too close. She has a personal day out, routine she says, and insisted that she be left alone. Apparently it’s pretty personal. Even I can’t come. She said something about needing “me” time. I don’t even wanna know what that means.”

Connor shook his head again.

“I know what those are; trust me you’re not missing out. I can keep a distance if you want. I know how to be unseen.”

“No, I can’t have you following her without her knowing. She’s already being stalked by one weirdo.”

Connor teased.

“Hey watch it asshole. Don’t forget whose breaking all the rules for you.”

“I appreciate it man, really. Call me if anything comes up.”

“I’m on it.”

Connor hoped out of Marcelo’s car and back into his Navigator. He left the park parking lot. A neutral spot they had chosen to meet.

He drove away to meet his Dad for lunch. Connor couldn’t shake his thoughts of Jazz, and the way she had been acting lately. He quickly dialed Marcelo back.

“Hey Marc, Unseen huh?”

“Say no more. I got it.”

Marcelo hung up and Connor hung his head. He hoped he was doing the right thing. He tried to convince himself it was all about her safety but secretly bursa escort he knew there was something else going on, he just had to figure out what it was.

*

JAZZ WALKED AROUND MR. PENNINGTONS OFFICE AS HE WENT TO GO FINISH UP A MEETING. Truth was she was as nervous about their meeting as what was to follow. She finally decided it was time to go see a doctor.

She has been tossing and turning all night over the prospect of what could be. Then there was her silence. She hadn’t spoken to Connor about it. Then due to the shaming from James, she hadn’t even told him about her doctor’s visit today.

Jazz felt confident she wasn’t pregnant, yet she had failed to get her period so far. She kept replaying the idea of stress being the cause in her head. With everything going on, pregnant was the last thing she needed to be. Then how would Connor react? Would he be angry, upset, happy?

Jazz smiled what if he was happy? What if they could be a family? She secretly held a little excitement inside that she might be carrying his child. She always wanted children, but the situation and circumstances just made it seem all wrong.

Jazz looked at Mr. Pennington’s family picture. She was surprised that he didn’t have any kids. She also knew that he had been divorced for quite some time. She picked up the picture of him and his various affiliates he considered family.

She squinted as she realized everyone in the photo was somebody. This guy had connections. That’s why you gotta sell this; now get your head in the game Jazz. Jazz gave herself a pep talk and put the photo down, when a stack of papers caught her eye.

Jazz looked around the room and out the door to see if anyone was coming. She felt a chill go down her neck as she read the headline as a police report. She spotted her and Williams’s name. Why would he have this? Jazz saw the red notes on the side and heard his voice down the hall.

Jazz knew she had to act quickly and slipped the papers into her brief case before taking a seat and casually looking as if she was passing time by on her phone. She felt her heart race as Mr. Pennington walked through the door.

“Jazz! It’s good to see you. So sorry for the wait, a meeting came up and they needed my input.”

“It’s not a problem sir. We haven’t talked since the banquet. If I knew better I would say you were avoiding me.” Jazz commented and watched his face turn a little red as he laughed sheepishly.

“Not at all, you know its politics all day every day around here. Keeps an old man like me on his toes and with little time, but were here now and I’m excited to hear your proposal.” Mr. Pennington offered her to sit again in front of his desk and he moved behind it.

“Well, as you know. I’ve gotten an E-board together to-” Jazz couldn’t even finish her sentence before his phone rang.

“I’m so sorry. I have to take this, it might be important.”

“By all means,” Jazz assured him. She needed a moment to calm down. She was trying to keep her cool but so many red flags were going off.

Mr. Pennington stood after answering the phone. He couldn’t move too far because of the spiral cord.

“I’m in a meeting right now. We’ll talk later.” He covered the mouth piece and whispered to Jazz it was another client.

“No! Don’t come up. I-” Jazz looked away as she heard the phone click on him, and he stared at it in frustration.

“I’m so sorry, I need-“

“It’s okay.” Jazz put up her hands. “I totally understand. We can make arrangements to meet another time?”

“Yes, of course.” Mr. Pennington walked around his desk and seemed to hurriedly rush her on and out of his office.

“I’ll direct you to my assistant to do just that.” He directed her out his office and down to the end of the hall. Jazz could barely get a goodbye before he was rushing off downstairs. She walked on to see his assistant but would definitely take the papers to Connor and Marcelo.

Mr. Pennington did know William on a business and personal level before he met Jazz. He could of did a favor for William and help him with the police. Yet, Mr. Pennington didn’t take her as that type of man. Looking back on William, she had been wrong before and it almost had caused her great harm. She wouldn’t make the same mistake this time.

Connor told her any feeling she got, to trust it. That’s exactly what she was going to do.

*

MARCELO WATCHED ELLEN FROM A NEUTRAL SPOT ON A BENCH WITH A NEWSPAPER SEEMINGLY COVERING HIS EYES. He watched as she barked orders into her cellphone and headed towards Mr. Pennington’s building.

He eyed her for suspicious activity. She definitely gave off a feeling of hostility and frustration. There was something about her that seemed to elude him. In her sensible cream heels and black power suit, she blended right in with the downtown business crowd. There was something too well blended about her.

She seemed to downplay her true nature on purpose. Marcelo decided it was time to act. He grabbed his business papers. He had covered them all in the right substance that bursa türbanlı escort would create the imprint he needed, and it was a hot day.

He knew she would have some sweat. If his calculations were right he could run her prints within an hour, and run her through the system.

Marcelo walked across the street. He had timed everything perfectly and intercepted with her in a way that seemed completely accidental.

As hoped his papers and her brief case flew everywhere and instead of saving them he grabbed her by the waist before she fell.

Marcelo and her eyes locked as she felt herself falling back but a strong arm broke her fall. Ellen looked into a gorgeous face with a pair of serious gray eyes behind his smile.

“Sorry about that. Let me get this up.”

He grabbed her briefcase and as he hoped she began helping him with his papers. Gathering up nearly all of them to his pleasure, he opened his briefcase and motioned for her to slide them inside. He didn’t want to touch them anymore and mess with the prints.

“I think you might have spilled something on your papers. They were a little wet.”

Ellen assessed him already considering how she could get him in her bed.

“I’m sorry about that again, thanks for your help. I hope I didn’t bang you up to bad.” Marcelo eyed her up and down as well. Ellen wasn’t all that appealing to him but he knew how to play the role.

“No you didn’t. I’m a tough girl, I can take it.” Ellen winked at him and Marcelo wasn’t fazed, because this was his arena; desperate women one on one.

“Oh, in that case I don’t feel as bad.” Ellen laughed and he took an opportunity to move closer.

“To be honest with you I’ve been watching you since you’ve stepped on this sidewalk. I finally got the courage to come talk to you, and of course I nearly knock you over. Now, I’m starting to think its fate.”

Marcelo smirked sliding a hand down her arm, and Ellen just smiled lustfully.

“Well I’m sure glad you decided to come over. Why don’t you take my number and give me a call sometime.”

Ellen gave him her card with a name he could run later. He was pleased that he had gotten more than what he had come for.

“Will do, Ms. Price?”

He said reading her name off the card before putting it in his pocket.

“Expect me to be calling you within the next week so we can set something up. My names Anthony by the way.”

Marcelo lied.

“Don’t play with my emotions now Anthony; I’m counting on you contacting me.”

Marcelo smiled.

“Oh I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll definitely be seeing you again.”

Marcelo extended his hand and Ellen pulled him in and whispered in his ear.

“The next time you see me, I probably won’t be wearing any clothes.”

Ellen kissed his neck and sashayed off down the street. Marcelo looked after her as if appeased, and then shivered when she rounded the corner. That was so easy. He found himself disgusted.

He hoped back in his car in the parking garage and made the call to get the prints dropped off. He scooted down as Jazz walked into the garage looking a little worried herself.

Marcelo made sure she was secure in her car, and watched a couple of turns she made from the garage.

He finally pulled out to follow her after he had a pretty solid idea of the direction she was going and there was enough distance between them to not be considered suspicious.

Marcelo tailed her for a while, having to make a couple of wrong turns to keep her suspicions down.

Marcelo finally watched a couple of blocks away as she reached her destination. He followed her path and parked in the parking lot.

When he looked up and saw a sign that read Mercy hospital, it was his turn to start worrying.

*

ELLEN COULDN’T BELIEVE HER LUCK. She was still thinking about the handsome gentleman she had run into while on her way inside the office.

Those gray eyes were so beautiful. Not to mention his broad shoulders. She was starting to think Black had some competition.

So far he was top on her greatest fucks of all-time list. She loved how rough he was with her. They hadn’t had sex in a while. He much preferred to pass her along to others.

Ellen knew she was getting old to him. She didn’t feel badly, because she knew what she had in store for him.

Ellen knew it was only weeks away until the heist. Black was smart. He decided to hire some of his guys to do it at the last minute.

She knew he didn’t want to get his hands dirty, especially not after he had just been released from jail. Ellen insisted it had to be him.

She let him know that she was afraid they would take it for themselves. She reasoned that these people hadn’t been in his camp for long and hadn’t established loyalty.

Being around Black and his crew she was learning some important aspects of the streets.

Loyalty was a deal breaker most of the time. Before any transactions took place that was the key in the conversation, can this person kestel escort be trusted?

She used that to her advantage to persuade him to do it himself. She knew he was pimping her out. She played her role as a loyal and down ass bitch.

Ellen had played her role perfectly. She did everything that Black asked when he asked for it. She had stolen for him, made him money from tricking and anything else to gain his trust. Once she eliminated him she would run the drug game. It was a good fit for her.

She had the guts, the courage and the business smarts. Above all she was manipulative, calculating and didn’t give a fuck who she had to cross.

She knew in her cold heart, that the straight and narrow life wasn’t for her. She wanted to get her hands dirty. After she eliminated Black she would build her female empire.

Ellen knew in order to do that she had to shake off anything that could be seen as a weakness. As soon as she got the call from her brother that William had confronted Connor and got his ass whooped she knew they were in trouble. All he had done was draw more attention their way.

She thanked god that Mr. Pennington had grabbed the police reports. She made sure he made note of police officers and the badge numbers.

Ellen would know who to go to from now on if any other instances arrived. She had called Mr. Pennington and demanded the copies.

She didn’t care if he had a meeting. She was starting to see that she had the power and would use it to her advantage. Ellen walked into Mr. Pennington’s office to see him looking around frantically on his desk.

“Knock, knock daddy, you got the papers.”

Ellen raised an eyebrow in amusement as sweat poured across his face, as his energy was exerted in his search.

“I can’t find them. I swear I thought William handed them to me. He’s on his way now. Maybe he has them.”

“Just my luck dealing with two idiots,”

Ellen complained and Mr. Pennington wiped at his forehead and regarded her wearily.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you insulted me and rudely interrupted a meeting I had with an important client.”

Mr. Pennington sat down in exhaustion.

“A client more important than me, I can’t imagine such blasphemy Richard.”

“Making money is more important to both of us. Didn’t anybody tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you,”

Mr. Pennington coolly remarked.

“Ouch Richard; your misconception of whose feeding who only magnifies your ignorance, and don’t forget a week or so from now we meet here. You give me the cash, I give all the evidence I have on you. And we meet alone.”

Mr. Pennington had been anticipating the night for days.

“What about your brother? He’s still in pursuit of Jazz. You said you would handle that. You also failed to tell me he knows Connor!”

It was Ellen’s turn to be surprised.

“Knows Connor? He didn’t tell me he knew him. He’s been acting like this whole time he has never even heard of the guy. You think Connor knows?”

Ellen was starting to get nervous now. How could that idiot leave that part out, and play her. Ellen started to get angry. She didn’t like being deceived.

“Apparently not, he claims Connor has no suspicions of him. You know how your brother is; he’s elaborate with his disguises. Plus if he’s still alive, then Connor doesn’t know. You need to talk him down. Convince him to take the money and leave the country with you.”

Mr. Pennington was hoping they would both go away. He could finally have peace with the two of them gone. Then he could start over with a clean slate.

“Good. Your right he’s pretty intense, and don’t worry I’ll convince him. He’ll do whatever I say. As long as you keep your end of the deal then Jazz won’t meet our serial rapist again, and she’ll never find out who left those photos and that letter.”

Ellen eyed him until he nodded in agreement.

“Right,”

Mr. Pennington wanted to believe so badly that she was telling the truth. He needed to believe that she could be honest with him.

WILLAIM STOOD OUTSIDE THE DOOR LISTENSINING. Ellen’s brother was a serial rapist? And he had attacked Jazz? He couldn’t believe that Ellen had kept this from him.

No wonder Jazz was blaming him for the photos and the letter he knew nothing about. That meant that Ellen’s brother was the one Ellen had recruited to scare Jazz.

Now it seemed it was much more than that. He knew that Ellen was lying to Mr. Pennington. Ellen and her brother were constantly talking around Williams head about their plan. He paid no mind to it, being use to Ellen excluding him.

He thought they were talking about getting more money from Mr. Pennington. He shifted his arm in the sling he wore across his shoulder.

He’d admit that he wanted Jazz to suffer. He wanted her name to be ruined, to ruff her up to scare her into moving out that damn white boy, but rape her? Kill her?

That was another level that he knew he couldn’t stomach. He wanted Jazz to hurt but this… he didn’t think Ellen was so twisted.

If he loved her he was supposed to do anything for her. He was supposed to stand by her no matter what. He knew she found out about his scuffle with Connor. He had called this meeting to apologize, to show that he was on track again, and to propose as a surprise to Ellen.

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