Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (17 page)

“Government is an association of men who do

violence to the rest of us.”

Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 46

“First up at eleven, Jeffery Prescott reveals a shocking plot to kidnap his wife. Film at eleven!”

Daddy and Mia were curled up on the couch, as Daddy flipped through the channels. Both came awake when they heard the news blurb.

“It sounds like your husband is starting to up his game,” said Daddy.

“Why would he do that when he knows it’s a lie?”

“Could be a lot of reasons. First, we’ll need to see what the news has to say.”

The blond news anchor with the over-sprayed hair appeared shortly outside Police Plaza, holding an oversized microphone in her hand.

“Dan, we’re outside Police Plaza where Jeffery Prescott, who you may remember was attacked last month in a brutal beating outside Waterloo Elementary school. He has just revealed his wife, Mia Prescott, has disappeared.”

The news show went to split screen.

“Cassandra? Cassandra?” the talking head back in the studio with his hand pressed to his ear again said. “What can you tell us?”

“Details are sketchy at this time. What we can tell you, is that Mia Prescott disappeared at the same time as the beating.”

“Cassandra, are you saying that Mia Prescott was kidnapped?”

“As I said Dan, police aren’t releasing much information…”

The screen filled with a recent photo of Mia taken during a school function.

“…However, it’s fair to say that a Missing Person’s report has been filed, and police are looking for a Person of Interest in the case.”

“Cassandra what is the condition of the other man who was beaten with Prescott?”

“He still remains at the hospital in serious condition. He lost one of his eyes, and hospital officials report he may never walk again.”

“Good,” said Mia, “I hope he hobbles off a cliff. That’s a horrible picture of me, though.”

“Quiet, Baby Doll.”

“So Cassandra, let me summarize. Jeffery Prescott has released information tonight that during a gang-related attack last month, which left his colleague seriously injured, his wife was kidnapped, and police are looking for the suspects. Is that right, Cassandra?”

“Yes, Dan, that is correct.”

“Have Police said anything about a ransom demand?”

“No, they haven’t, Dan. However, sources close to the investigation have said, off the record, that the attack may have been politically motivated…”

With those words, the doors behind Cassandra at Police Plaza opened and Jeffery Prescott himself, stepped out. Leaning on a cane, with his neck brace still on, Prescott stepped into the lights.

“Mr. Prescott! What can you tell us?”

Prescott was looking surprisingly resolute for an injured man who had been “brutally beaten” in his best Burberry top coat, and red Windsor power tie. There was a little eye leakage, which he quickly dabbed away before stepping up to the mic.

“First of all, I’d like to wish my good friend and colleague John Gilheart a rapid recovery, and a speedy return to our charity ‘Children Without Hunger’. I would also like to say, to the person, or persons that kidnapped my wife, just return her safely, and without harm, and I’ll do everything in my power to show leniency.”

“Mr. Prescott, what motive would the perpetrators have for kidnapping your wife?”

“We believe it was politically motivated, Cassandra, in order to derail announcing my candidacy for mayor.”

Both anchors went momentarily silent as they absorbed this new bombshell. Then the screen split with a picture of Prescott and Mia at a charity function. The camera zoomed in on Mia’s face.

“Mr. Prescott are you saying your wife was kidnapped in order to intimidate you into not running for mayor?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. But as you can tell, I don’t shy away from tough decisions. I don’t give in to demands of terrorists. I’m still intending to run for Mayor of this great city. However, I miss my wife very much and want my wife to be returned unharmed. So if the people responsible are listening to this, please know, if you return her uninjured, I’m prepared to show mercy. If you do not, you will be hunted down to the ends of the earth. Thank you very much.”

Prescott walked away from the camera, and the camera followed him to a waiting car. He opened the back door, turned, gave a final wave to his future voters before getting in, and closing the door.

“There you have it, Dan. Shocking details have emerged tonight concerning Jeffery Prescott. Not only did he reveal his intentions for political office, but delivered a second bombshell concerning his wife, Mia Prescott.”

Mia’s picture once again flashed up on the screen with a scrolling number of a tip hotline under it.

“I was just handed this from the police, Dan. If anyone sees Mia Prescott, they are urged to do the right thing and call this number on the bottom of the screen. Do not try to apprehend, or rescue this young lady yourself. Her abductors could be armed and dangerous. Police are urging the good citizens of this city to get involved and help them solve this case.”

“Thank you, Cassandra.”

“Back to you, Dan.

“There you have it. Mia Prescott is missing and presumed kidnapped. Jeffery Prescott has announced his bid for Mayor.”

“Excuse me, Dan,” this coming from the co-anchor. “Coming from the political cynics among us, is it possible this is a political stunt to kick his campaign off?”

“Well, I certainly hope not, for Mia Prescott’s sake. However, Jeffery Prescott does come from a wealthy, well connected family. Ransom is a real possibility. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Governor didn’t get involved. His father, William Prescott is a known campaign contributor.”

“What do you think the odds are that Mia Prescott will be found alive?”

“I wouldn’t want to speculate. Now, a word from our sponsors…”

Daddy leaned back on the couch and started laughing. Mia looked at him like he had gone off his rocker.

“What’s so funny? They’re going to charge you with kidnapping, Daddy.”

“Yes, it looks like they are going to try.”

“So why are you laughing?”

“I’m thanking the Gods for giving me stupid enemies.”

“Law-abiding citizens value privacy. Terrorists require invisibility. The two are not the same, and they should not be confused.”

Richard Perle

Chapter 47

“Your Honor, I have every reason to believe my wife is being held against her will at this location. For that reason, I’m requesting that you grant this order requesting the telecom company to release this information immediately.”

The judge looked at Prescott. After almost twenty-five years on the bench he’d seen up-and-comers of all shapes and stripes. Jeffery Prescott looked like the latest variety. Slick, blow-dried hair, power tie, good clothes, rich family, and a faint whiff of ‘metro-sexual’ clinging to the whole ensemble.

He’d caught the news the night before, actually it was hard to miss. The entire community was talking about it, and it made him slightly sick. What passed for politics in this country today made him wish for a revolution.

“How did you come by this information?”

“Excuse me, your Honor?”

“The question was plain enough, Prescott. My question is, why are you presenting this to me instead of the District Attorney’s Office?”

Now Prescott had a problem. He couldn’t admit he came across the information illegally, that he hacked it from Mia’s computer without her knowledge and misappropriated police resources. At the same time, he was in the lion’s den and had to say something.

“It was delivered anonymously, your Honor.”

“Then how do you know it has anything to do with the whereabouts of Mia Prescott?”

“The donor assured me it did.”

“I thought you just said it came anonymously?”

“I did. I meant that the paper that came with the IP address identifier said so.”

“I see. May I see that, please?” continued the judge, already smelling the stench of corruption and family favors.

“Well….that was given over to the police as evidence. I’m afraid I no longer have it. I didn’t know you would have need of it,” said Prescott, easily lying through his teeth.

“So, then, I am to understand this correctly, you have no evidence subsequently to support the invasion of this person’s privacy, is that correct?”

“Well sir, I believe the law states that if there is a ‘Clear and Present Danger’ you are free to grant the petition.”
Fuck, why is this judge busting my balls?
thought Prescott.

“I’m aware of what the law states, as well as my responsibilities under it,
young
Prescott,” the judge said dangerously. “It’s also my responsibility to uphold the constitution of this state. Which says a person has a right to privacy, and you’re asking me to violate that. In addition, you’re asking me to do so, without any direct evidence, on your word only. Petition denied!”

“But sir, my wife’s life could hang in the balance. Surely, you can see this is an extenuating circumstance.”

“Mr. Prescott, I know your wife. I’ve met her on several social occasions. Personally, I like her a lot more than I like you. I’m inclined to grant the motion for her sake only. However, that would be against the law. To do so you are asking me to go out on a limb for you personally, that is what it sounds like to me.

“While the implication is unsaid, it sounds like you would like me to grant this in return for future favors once you are elected to office….”

“Oh no, oh no, your Honor, you misinterpret…” Prescott was scrambling now. The judge had seen through his charade like he had x-ray vision. “I was just trying to explain…”

“Shut up, Prescott. I’ll grant the order for Mia, not you. But if you ever pull this shit again in my court, I’ll bury you long before you get to the mayor’s chair.” The judge signed the order, and dismissed Jeffery Prescott.

Once presented with the proper court order, the telecom company handed over the name and address of the account holder without any problems at all. It was almost anticlimactic. He looked at the name and at the address. It meant nothing to him. It rang no bells. He didn’t know this person nor had he ever heard of him.

It was time to gather the troops, mount an attack on this individual, and rescue Mia.

He called Flynn.

“What do you mean ‘mount an attack’? What do you think this is, the Battle of Gettysburg?” said Flynn, incredulously. “Let’s see that.” He pulled the papers out of Prescott’s hand. He also read the name and address.

They met over at Prescott’s house later for a beer. Flynn was still in uniform. He sat down at the kitchen counter, popped a beer, and shifted the weight of his belt onto a chair and not his back.

“Can you run that name and address through the police system, so we can see who we’re dealing with?” asked Prescott, never being one to run out of asking favors from people who are risking their careers to help him.

“Not without a good reason, I can’t. I just can’t call them up like in the movies. I need a reason.”

“What would be a good reason?”

“If I saw her, or him, I could pull them over if I see them violating any traffic rules, then I would have a reason.”

“So what you’re telling me is, if I could come up with the information when they were leaving the house, you could pull them over on a technicality and run the name that way, right?”

“I’m not telling you anything, Prescott. I simply answered your question. If a citizen were to see them and call the tip hotline, then I would be obligated to respond. And in responding, I would be derelict in my duty if I didn’t thoroughly check the background of any person with her.” Flynn looked at Prescott with no expression on his face whatsoever.

Prescott looked at Flynn, then pulled out his cell phone reaching into his other pocket for a slip of paper. He punched in the numbers, continuing to look at Flynn.

“Allied Research and Recovery.”

“Art Williams, please.

“Please hold while I transfer you.”

Muzac played in the background while Prescott rolled his eyes.

“Williams.”

“Hi Art? Jeffery Prescott. I got your name from my law office. I’d like to hire you to do a twenty-four hour surveillance on an individual in connection with the kidnapping of my wife. Is that something your office can handle?”

Prescott listened for an extended period as the voice outlined the various expectations, and the usual private investigative disclaimers. Flynn thought the other party’s conversational tone sounded leery with a hint of curiosity.

“Yes. Yes, I understand. I understand the daily rate, yes.”

More conversational buzzing.

“Excellent. When can you start? Very good. I’ll want daily written updates as well as verbal news immediately if you spot them. Good. I’ll also want you to do a background check on an individual in relation to this investigation. Is that a problem?”

More cell phone chattering and buzzing. However, the tone was friendly as befitted a promising “in the news” investigation.

“Excellent. Start tonight and let me give you the name and address…” said Prescott, wrapping up the conversation.

“The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself.”

Eddie Vedder

Chapter 48

Daddy took the hairs from Gilheart and sealed them in a small Zip-lock baggy.

The forensic trace evidence was brought out of the safe and together he sent them to the laboratory. He asked, and paid for, an “expedited order.” Even then, he knew it would be a minimum of ten days before he received a reply.

He received the reply and the paperwork fourteen days later. It conclusively proved Gilheart was the donor of the sperm and saliva found on Mia’s breasts, vagina, and anal cavities. Of course, there had never been any doubt, but faced with unassailable DNA evidence, it made his hands literally shake as he read the report.

He thought back to his last conversation with Gilheart. There was no remorse, for his actions. If there was pity, it was self-pity that he couldn’t talk his way out of his present circumstances. His “then kill me now” statement reeked of not wanting to bear the true cost of his actions.

He thought carefully about how he wanted to proceed.
What was justice?
he asked himself.

“Hey, Mia? Come in here, please.”

“Yes, Daddy?” she was once again, clad only in a teddy and panties. She had healed, and looked beautiful. There had been no complications of infections, and her tearing had mended perfectly.

“I have a question for you, and I want you to think carefully before answering it. Please don’t answer emotionally. I know it will be hard. But try to think about what is the fair solution.”

“What is your question, Daddy?” Daddy noted the strength of character in her, he hadn’t noticed before. Before she would have been fearful when confronted with that preamble. Now, there was simply curiosity and confidence. He smiled at her.

“You have the means to make Gilheart pay for what he did to you. What is a just punishment?”

Her look darkened at the mention of his name. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it without saying a word, and considered his question.

“First, I would like to be assured that he will never, ever, do it to another person.”

“Agreed.”

“Second, I want him to pay for the rest of his life. I have to pay for his actions, I want that not one day goes by that he is not reminded of what he did to me, and what he paid in return.”

“How would you do that?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. Why don’t you decide?”

“I’m trying to…with your help. Do you want him to go to jail? You can do that, or at least, try to. Even so, the outcome, even with conclusive evidence is not guaranteed. He could get off on a technicality.”

“What do you suggest, Daddy?” Mia sat down in his lap and put her arms around his shoulder. She started rubbing his cock unconsciously with her other hand and biting his ear.

“I think we should destroy him completely. Take away his health insurance so they kick him out of the hospital. Next go after his pension, and take away his money. Then go after his name, and destroy that too. Once we have taken those, hand the evidence over to the police. If they prosecute, good. If they don’t, it won’t make much difference.”

Mia stopped her teasing and looked at him. “I never want to get on the bad side of you, Daddy.”

“You never would.” Daddy kissed her back, then started nibbling at her ear, instead. “I think you’ve earned a sex game.”

“Really? Anything I want?”

“Anything you want, Baby Doll.”

What followed was a completely sperm draining two-hour sex marathon, which included Nurse Naughty and Dr. McNasty. This time Daddy was on the receiving end of an anal examination.

Nurse Naughty seemed especially pleased and referenced many of the humiliating anal probes of his she had to endure the last two weeks. Being spread eagle in a pair of stirrups was certainly a new experience for Daddy. Nothing like being totally exposed. It made him appreciate what women had to go through every year at the OB-GYN’s.

“You’re just lucky you don’t have a pussy,” Mia said smiling.

“Don’t I get credit for being an excellent battlefield doctor?”

“Ha! Amputation would have been preferable. Speaking of amputation, maybe we should get rid of a couple of inches of this,” she said holding Daddy’s cock. “It really is a tad too big you know.”

“No, no, no, no, Nurse Naughty, you stick to known procedures.”

“We could call it a circumcision.” Mia added helpfully.

“I’m already circumcised.”

“Awww…Come on, Daddy. It’s just a ‘nip and a tuck’,” she added gleefully. “If you wanted me to get bigger breasts, I’d do it for you.”

“I don’t want you to get bigger breasts. I like your breasts just the way they are. But I would like it if you made them smaller. Would you go under the knife to make them tinier?”

“What? No one goes to have their breasts smaller!”

“Oh...and you think men are just lined up to have their dicks made shorter?”

“Okay, I will if you will,” said Mia, grinning.

“You are evil, Nurse Naughty.”

“Well, if you’re going to be that way about it, I’m just going to have to fuck up and down on it the way it is in this chair.”

“Now, you’re talking, Baby Doll.”

Daddy returned downstairs having a hard time walking upright without a limp. He made an effort at completely draining her sexually. He counted five orgasms, but then lost track having problems controlling his own until she was finished. She was back to being herself, an absolute sexual hell-cat in bed.

She was sleeping soundly. He never got tired of watching her sleep. So far, he hadn’t seen any symptoms of PTSD, which he thought was a minor miracle. No night sweats, no nightmares, no anxiety or panic attacks.

He made copies of all the photographs, the chain of custody, as well as the DNA conclusions. He included a signed, notarized statement where Mia described what happened in detail, where and when it took place, along with details leading up to the attack.

On Daddy’s advice, she left out any mention of Jeffery Prescott’s involvement. That would come later. He mailed one set to the State Education Board, another set to KTTO Channel Nine News, and another set to the District Attorney’s Office.

He used gloves when handling all the documents as to not leave any fingerprints. Instead of licking the envelopes, he used a wet sponge so no trace evidence was left behind.

The last set he addressed to William Prescott, and mailed it to his parent’s house. He wanted them to see what their darling little boy had done to his own wife.

Of course, when he sent a copy of the tape recording, it would become clear what a monster he was. However, that would be later. Until then, they could look upon the horror that was inflicted on their daughter-in-law. He included a note, printed out on his computer in simple Times New Roman font. It said simply,

“Tell Jeffery, I’m coming.”