Fragrance of Revenge (8 page)

Chapter
15

She had
him right where she wanted him. She liked this new power she had over him. He
couldn’t control things any longer, and she really liked being able to dictate
what they were doing. She had some surprises for the good doctor, but all in
good time.

She knew
she was learning some new tricks, and the old ones were also good and she loved
having multiple climaxes.

Although
she was very occupied at the present time, she couldn’t get a new conquest out
of her mind. It wasn’t the doctor, it was Chris.

When he
watched her the other night and she saw what he was doing, she had an
incredible climax. She smiled remembering his predicament.

Her
nails dug into the doctor’s flesh and her teeth made him jump. She thought she
heard him scream, but she really wanted to make Chris scream. She now had the
power over both men, to get them to do whatever she wanted. She smiled at the
thoughts of Chris being unable to resist her.

The good
doctor’s movement brought her back from her fantasy. She let him try to resume
control of the situation, but knew he couldn’t any longer. It was exciting to
watch what she had created. This new power was going to be so much fun.

They had
showered many times together, but this is the first time it was on her terms.
At this moment she wanted what she couldn’t have. She wished she was watching
Chris. She wanted his hands on her body, and she wanted to reach out and touch
his.

She felt
sorry for the doctor, but watched in amusement. They had gone full circle. This
is how she found him when she opened the shower door. She wondered if she
should just leave now and return to the bedroom.
No, that’s not as much fun
as controlling things here. “Stop.”

He
didn’t answer, but moved his arms up over his head and resumed his earlier
position. She watched him close his eyes.
He was now hers. She could demand
whatever she wanted, and it looked like he was powerless to do anything about
it.

“The
choice is yours. However, you need to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
She wondered just how much power she had at this moment.
Could she actually
get him to beg for what he wanted?

“Doc…you
need to tell me exactly what you want.”

Although
he didn’t respond, his body reacted to her words.

“Doc,
I’ll do whatever you want, but you have to tell me what you want me to do.” The
ice cold spray caused her to finally want some warmth.

She saw
him take a deep breath. “I want your…”

“I’m
listening,” she said and waited. Although he couldn’t yet say the words…she had
him where she wanted. “We’re making progress here, good progress. Tell me
Doctor Adler, what do you really want?”

He
yelled his answer and in that moment their roles officially changed.

She had
some surprises for him, but all in good time…all in good time.

Chapter
16

He
dumped the bag full of money on his bed. He wished it was Alexis he was dumping
on his bed. The scene of her with the doctor was still fresh in his mind. She
was an incredible sight.

He
spread the loose bills across the bed cover and instead of feeling the money he
was feeling her. Then he recalled what she said, ‘…unless I want to lose my
job, I better keep my visits between us, and I will do as she says next time.’
His hands were enjoying feeling the money on the bed, but his mind was playing
those words and what they meant.

She’s
not upset with my visits and she wants them to continue, but she wants me to do
what she says.
He closed his eyes and fell
back against the pillows.
What does she have in mind? I can think of some
things, but I can’t afford to lose this job.

He
thought of the money spread out on the bed.
How could he also blackmail
Doctor Adler? He would need to be discreet, or the doctor would fire him.
He
saw the doctor’s checking account balance on his earlier visit to his house and
knew he could easily afford a few thousand dollars. The doctor couldn’t afford
to lose his job at the care center.

He
thought about the file material he had copied, but had never read the entire
file.

He
planned on making a deposit of the money over the next few days and had put most
of it away in stacks of $900, withholding enough of the money to buy a new Stingray.
That should help his love life some. He quickly pictured Alexis riding in the
convertible with her long red hair blowing in the wind. Despite his attempt to
think of her with clothes on, she was indeed naked.

*.*.*

He
pulled the folder from his bottom drawer and started reading the material he
had passed over. There was a recent newspaper article about missing US citizens
in Bermuda. The article was actually several articles all stapled together.

A few
minutes later he had put some of the pieces together. Mercedes Strong, who was
Stephen’s other daughter, was an FBI profiler who helped locate the men and one
woman who were still being held prisoner in a dungeon like facility. Two men
were also killed by a Margaret Orion.

He held
the other newspaper article and he was looking at two pictures of Margaret Orion;
one after her plastic surgery and one before. Her name was really Melanie
Strong. However, he was looking at Alexis’ picture. Melanie Strong and Alexis
Strong were twin sisters.
Twins.

He was
getting excited about the details in the file. Doctor Adler was closely
following the Strong family and especially this Melanie character.

As he
read the full material in the file, he was able to fill in all of the details.
Mrs. Strong gave birth to twin girls. However, one of the twin girls, Alexis,
was stricken with a deformity – hypertrichosis.

Hypertrichosis
was described as a covering of hair on her face and other parts of her body. He
had made copies of the pictures in the file and saw how she arrived at the
facility, and progressed over her early childhood. The doctor’s notes indicated
she lost the hair around the time she entered puberty. There was a picture
labeled ‘Alexis at 13 – loss of lanugo hair.’

He had
never been at the facility when she was this age. He studied the picture for a
few minutes and then put it aside noting that it was something special.

After a
few hours he now knew the Strong family secrets. Actually, it wasn’t the Strong
family secrets, it was just Stephen’s.

There
was communication in the file that Dr. Adler was to keep the twin birth a
secret and that included never informing Mrs. Strong of the twin births.
Stephen indicated that the deformity would crush his wife and he wanted Alexis’
birth to be kept secret from everyone.

There
were some legal documents in the file, but he couldn’t totally understand what
they meant. He assumed they were to satisfy any state birthing requirements.

However,
there was a contract in the file that described Alexis’ care and annual
payments, which increased every two years. The payment this year alone was twenty-five
thousand dollars.

However,
there were two bank accounts noted in the file, one to the care facility and
one to Dr. Adler. The good doctor was receiving a separate payment each year of
twenty thousand dollars. He was getting paid and having sex with her…what a
deal.

Chris
took the picture of Alexis at thirteen and the newspaper picture of Melanie
Strong and contemplated more than his next move.

Chapter
17

I was
really missing Mercedes and found it very difficult to deal with the loneliness
of my own bed. I was trying my best to fall back asleep. The phone’s sharp ring
didn’t create the normal confusion at this early hour.

“Hello.”

“Hello
Scott, its Stephen. You sound like you were awake.”

“You
caught me awake. Its 6 am, what’s up?”

“I need
to talk to you right away. Something important has come up. Can you meet me at
my office?”

“Sure,
just give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”

I heard
the click in my ear. It must be real important judging from Stephen’s behavior.

*.*.*

After
Mercedes’ upsetting call at 2 and Stephen’s at 6, I was feeling the effects of
little sleep. I drove over to Stephen’s office building, but don’t remember the
drive at all.

His car
was the only one in at this hour, but it was Friday of the long holiday
weekend, so I wasn’t surprised. I looked up at his office window, and even
though it was smoked glass I could see him standing watching my arrival.

“Good
morning Scott.” He pointed to the couch area. I was surprised there was not the
usual offer of coffee. I needed it badly this morning.

“I’m
sorry Scott. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“I can
wait a few minutes. You look like you need more than coffee.”

He threw
the folded piece of paper at me. “I’ve had it Scott. Read that. I’m going to
kill this son of a bitch. He has got to be stopped.”

It was a
simple note:

‘I know
more than I did before.

The
price of my being quiet has just gone up. I want $10,000 to keep quiet. You
need to leave the money in the usual place and manner by midnight Sunday.

If you
fail to do that, I will tell your WIFE what you did, and then alert the
newspapers.

Mr.
Know’

I passed
the note back to Stephen. He immediately went over to the bar and poured
himself a drink and downed it, and poured another. “Are you up for a stiff one,
Scott?”

“Sure,
but not Scotch.”

He
poured about two inches of what looked like bourbon in a small glass, and then
went back to his own glass and added some more.

I waited
for Stephen to add something.

“I
suppose you’re wondering why my wife is now being mentioned?”

“I
noticed that.”

Stephen’s
face was red and he looked like he was going to squeeze the life out of the
glass. “Okay Scott, here’s the awful story, but you have to promise you will
keep it to yourself. When you hear what I have to say, I know you’ll know why
you can’t tell even Mercedes.”

*.*.*

He spent
the next hour walking me through what happened with the twin birth, the twin
with the disfigurement, hiding the twin births from his wife and finding a
facility to take his twin daughter. He said his wife has had some mental
breakdowns, and finding out she gave birth to a baby in this condition would have
severe repercussions.

For
years Stephen has supported her care and has also provided an incentive for the
doctor to keep things under wraps. He hasn’t had contact with the doctor for
years. However, he makes sure the annual payments are made to two separate
accounts.

I was
still wondering if Mercedes had a twin sister.

“Scott,
Melanie’s twin sister is Alexis.”

Stephen’s
voice sounded like he was in a tunnel. The image of Melanie was consuming my
brain, and what she had done to me. I thought the nightmare of my two
captivities was over, but I was immediately living the pain and the memory of
almost losing my life twice. The room was spinning and I wondered if the drink
this early in the morning without much sleep was the cause.

“Scott…Scott
are you okay?”

I
blinked a few times and tried to focus, but Stephen’s face was fading in and
out. I felt a chill and a clammy feeling.
Melanie is going to get me again.

Stephen
went over to the bar and came back with a small vial and put it under my nose.
It smelled awful. He took the glass from my hand just as I was about to let it
go. My mind went to Mercedes’ request that I give up investigations, and I’m
now wondering if it’s too late to do that.

I could
hear my own breathing. Stephen was just watching me and not saying anything.
The room stopped spinning and I could now see Stephen waiting for me to come
back into the room. The only problem is I never left.

“Scott,
are you okay now?”

I took a
deep breath and looked at him and then at the glass. “I guess I should have
eaten something this morning. I didn’t sleep very well last night.”

Stephen
left and came back in the room. “This might help, but it’s not that fresh.” He
handed me a doughnut along with a bottle of Coke.

“Thanks.”
I ate the doughnut without stopping, and then drank the coke. “I’m okay now.”

“Scott.
I wanted you to know what was going on and why, but I’m going to put a stop to
it now. This can’t go on. I can only support this extortion for just so long.
My wife is going to find out if this keeps up, and all of this will crush her.”

“Stephen,
I want to involve Mike Miller in this. This is getting out of hand.”

“No. You
can’t. I owed bringing you up to speed on this, but I can’t let you tell anyone
else about this.”

I could
see he was like a cornered rat. “Okay, then give me one more chance to find out
who this guy is. Please.”

“Okay
then. Sunday night better tell us both who this guy is, or he won’t see much of
next week.”