Waves of Murder (22 page)

The Cesaro Roma

“Y
es, yes, yes!” Liz almost shouted as she reached yet another orgasm. She and Jon were spending the afternoon in bed at the request of Liz. After a light lunch and finding the sun too hot for sunbathing, it had sent most of the sun worshippers to find shade. But it was still about 100F and most of the sunbeds were vacant. All the bars were busy dispensing cold drinks. Liz and Jon showered and opted for some shopping at the mall. They sauntered in and out of the shops and said that they would meet at the end of the mall by the casino, if they missed each other. About an hour went by and they met as arranged, both carrying packages, “Look what I bought for you,” Liz said to Jon, and produced a New York City baseball cap.

“I’m sorry Liz,” he said, “but I couldn’t wear that, it’s what yobs wear in the UK.”

“Yobs?” she said, “What’s a yob?”

“A yob, my darling, is a young backward boy who hangs around street corners and mugs old people,” he answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ll take it back and change it.”

He sat on a long bench while she was gone, he counted 29 tall blond men in just fifteen minutes, good he thought, I am not alone! Liz returned and sat next to him, she opened a small jewel box to show him a New York City tie slide, yuk he thought, but lied when he said, “That’s nice,” and kissed her cheek, “now it’s my turn,” he said, and opened a package to reveal a silk pashmina in purple and pink.

Yuk, she thought, and lied when she said,” Oh, that’s gorgeous.” I’ll give it to somebody for Christmas she said to herself.

They were crossing the Ionian Sea to the next port of call, Cephalonia, a beautiful Greek Island sitting in the bluest clearest water in that part of the world. Famous for it’s exotic fish and sea-life, trips in glass bottom boats were a favourite of tourists.

Cephalonia

A
flotilla of tenders ferried passengers to and from the ship which had to anchor in deeper water about a kilometre from the quayside. Jon and Liz were amongst quite a few who opted to stay on board. The ship was there for two days, they would go ashore tomorrow and probably take a trip on a glass bottom boat to see through the clear water, if the fish didn’t get in the way! he joked to Liz. She looked blank and bemused, “Never mind!” he said, and laughed.

“Was that an Irish joke?” she asked, “I thought that it was the fish we wanted to see!” He laughed again. Liz softly punched his arm. They lay sunbathing on the , almost empty, forward sundeck. But at noon the sun had peaked and it was very hot, about 110F, even with factor 40 they felt as if they were burning. They almost ran into the air-conditioned, covered upper deck and sat panting on a long sofa. “I’m glad I didn’t go topless,” she laughed.

“I’m not!” Jon said, “but maybe I’ll have a peek at them later!” he laughed.

“Okay,” said Liz, “but I’m too hot for sex at the moment!”

Moscow

K
atti and her brothers were still mourning the death of their father, they had no proof that Jon had killed him, but they were sure he had when Katti told them that he thought Viktor was her bodyguard, and that her diamonds had disappeared at the same time. With political contacts in the government they were able to alert agents attached to the Russian embassies in all the European countries. His photograph was forwarded to them but not as a blond Kieron Pearce, only the original dark Jonathan Weston, which was useless.

New Rochelle - New York

M
ary-Lou and Mel had settled very well into married life, Mel’s job was a lot easier in New Rochelle, burglaries were the main crimes on his desk. There had only been one murder since his arrival at the Sherrif’s office and that had been quickly solved and the guilty one sent away for life. The area was full of wealthy retired people, large houses with well cared for front lawns with miulti-coloured flowers and shrubs. Expensive cars, mostly from abroad, sat in the drive ways, the local car-valeter had a very lucrative round calling once a week to wash, vacuum and polish the Mercedes, BMW, Lexus and Bentleys, “Morning Mr Lewison,” he said when the door opened to reveal a short man with a grey toupee.

“Hiya Ben,” he said as he handed him the key to his Lexus. Having lost most of his family in the holocaust, he refused to buy German products, the Lexus being Japanese, “oh, you’d better clean the wife’s Volvo as well,” he added.

“Thanks Mr Lewison, will do. Oh, by the way, that nice lady from the big house up at the corner, is off to Europe for about two months, she’s asked me to keep an eye on the house while she’s gone even though it has a police contact top-of-the-market alarm. She even gave me the code so that I could go in and feed the fish and water her indoor plants,” he said.

Mr Lewison looked around, and put his finger to his lips, “I didn’t hear you tell me that,” he said. “Schmuck,” he said quietly to himself, “he’s going to be cleaning cars for a long time.”

Yonkers

“H
ow about September for our holiday, honeymoon?” Mary-Lou said to Mel.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’ll arrange it with the office, just let me know when, and book it. Where do you want to go?”

“I thought Europe, and possibly cruise around the Mediterranean to one or two romantic places, Rome, Naples, Capri,” she said.

“Shall we go back to London?”Mel said.

“Yes, of course honey, that would be great, I only ever went on that business trip, and I was alone!”

“Let’s do it!” Mel said loudly, “let’s do it!” and grabbed his bride for a passionate kiss.

The Cesar Roma

T
he time was getting close for Liz, little did she know she only had two days to live. “Hi honey, are we meeting up tonight?” she asked Jon.

“Yes, of course, I’ll knock at your door at 7, okay?”

“Fine,” she said. The phone went dead. It was the last formal night of the cruise, Jon tapped on the door at exactly 7 o’clock, the door opened to reveal a vision of beauty and sexiness that made his knees go slightly weak, “Hi Mr Bond,” she said, framing herself in the doorway with one hand on her hip and her left thigh protruding through the high split in her gorgeous navy and silver dress with shoes and handbag to match. She looked fabulous, but to top it all, she was wearing the entire collection, rings, bracelet, watch and the fabulous necklace. He thought he might bring ‘the job’ forward a day, while all the jewellery was readily available and not locked in her suite safe.

First it was drinks in the ‘Venus Bar’, which had the huge statue of the Roman goddess in the centre. They found a corner booth and sat side by side, her dress fell open to reveal her lovely legs, almost to the hip. He thought, if it was tonight there would be no sex, no DNA and no fingerprints, as soon as they were inside the suite, he would do the deed. He would make sure she had plenty to drink. They sat chatting for about an hour, Liz was plied with champagne cocktails, while Jon sipped only one and made the second last a long time, until they went into the ‘Diana’ restaurant for dinner. They ordered a la carte, lobster, shelled and langoustine salad, with champagne sauce, at extra cost, “What the hell, I can afford it,” he smiled to himself.

“What’s funny?” Liz asked.

“Here I am eating the best food, sipping the best wine, on a beautiful ship, with the loveliest woman aboard, I’m happy, that makes me smile,” he romanced.

She reached across the table, showing her cleavage, and took hold of his hand doing suggestive things to his fingers, “Are we going to fuck tonight?” she almost implored.

He laughed, “Yes, I think there’s every chance, if I’m in the mood!”

She slapped the back of his hand, “I thought James Bond was always in the mood!” She laughed, “You’d better be, ‘cause I’m feeling hot tonight, or as you say this side of the pond, randy!”

After taking an hour to lose $200, they walked back to Liz’s suite slowly, he needed to psych himself up for what he was about to do. She put her key card into the slot and opened the door, he followed her in and shut the door with his elbow and a slight slam. She turned towards him just in time to receive his hands around her throat, his thumbs dug deep into her windpipe which immediately crushed. She tried to say something that sounded like ‘Jon’, her eyes bulged and her body went limp, he let it fall to the floor before testing her pulses through a tissue. She was undoubtedly dead, he bent down and closed her beautiful, staring, sightless eyes with a tissue. He now had to wait until 3am at the earliest to commit her body to the sea. He opened the sliding door to her balcony and heard voices, someone was having a nightcap, he daren’t go out in case he was seen. He started to remove her jewels carefully, having smeared soap on his finger tips just in case he touched something he forgot to wipe later. Three o’clock was a long time coming, when it did he went to the balcony doors to listen, ‘fuck’ he said to himself as he heard a man laugh to the left. He would have to wait longer, at 4 o’clock he went to the balcony again but this time could hear nothing. He lifted her, fireman style, up on to his shoulder and carried the body to the balcony and tipped it over the rail. He quickly returned to the suite and stood gasping, the black mist had lifted. He sat on the bed and started sobbing, after ten minutes he went over to the mini bar and poured himself a very large cognac, it went down in one gulp. He wiped the bottle and washed the glass, being careful to handle both with a tissue as well, which he put in his pocket. He opened the door, again with the help of a tissue, wiping the ‘do not disturb’ sign, he placed it on the handle, closed the door and walked quickly down the hallway. Back in his stateroom he poured another very large brandy which was swiftly followed by another. The effect worked and he soon fell on to his bed and into a deep sleep. Jon was awakened by a room operative to service the stateroom, he looked at the brandy bottle, apologised and said that he would come back later. Jon looked at his watch, it was noon, it had been over 8 hours since Liz’s body had gone overboard. He emptied his pockets and spread the diamonds on the bed, beautiful he thought, there’s 200 grand there, he said to himself, not a bad night’s work!

Yonkers - New York

P
acking for Mel and Mary-Lou Novak was not easy, a month ‘doing’ Europe needed a lot of outfits for Mrs Novak, not so many for Mel. Their flight from JFK was at 6pm to London, Heathrow. Mel knew that they were well overweight on luggage allowance for American Airlines, but “that’s life!” Mel said. They would be spending three days in London, Mel had called the Reubens Hotel at Buckingham Palace and booked the same room above the stars and stripes. Their flight was on schedule at both ends, they caught the shuttle bus to Victoria coach station, as Mel had, and then hailed a cab, the luggage being the main reason. As it was only a short trip, Mel gave the cabbie an extra $10. “Hello again, little room,” Mel said as they walked into their home for the next three days.

“Is the Queen at home in there?” Mary-Lou asked, pointing at Buckingham Palace.

“Probably,” Mel answered, “we’ll find out in the morning.”

“How?” she asked.

“If the main gates at the front are open, with police guards then she is not in residence, if the gates are closed and the British flag is at full mast, then she is at home,” he said.

“We’ll go there in the morning and take lots of pictures!” she enthused.

“Sure honey,” Mel said, drawing her close and kissing her lightly, “but after a good full English breakfast, we may be doing quite a bit of walking,” he added.

“Good, you need to lose a few pounds!” she said.

“I know,” he replied,” it’s the good cooking you give me, happiness and contentment!” he agreed. They had a light, 2 course only, dinner in the hotel restaurant, then they sat in the bar with coffee and cognac before going to bed. Their London love-making was quite audible, the Queen could possibly have heard Mary-Lou’s orgasm!

After their full English breakfast Mary-Lou said, “We really need to walk that off!”

“We sure do,” Mel answered as they turned right out of the hotel to walk to the front of the Palace to see it in all it’s glory.

“Look at that,” Mary-Lou said, as they turned the corner off of the main thoroughfare, “it’s beautiful.” She was awed by the Palace guards in their ‘bushy’ hats!

“No, honey, it’s called a busby,” Mel corrected.

“Whatever!” she said, “they’re cute.” Mary-Lou snapped away with her camera for about an hour and then they decided to walk across Green Park to Piccadilly and to see Berkeley Square, Mel was planning the route with his map of the west end of London. “This is so beautiful,” Mary-Lou said, as she stood in the middle of Berkeley Square with the trees in multi shades of green. Mel took many photographs including one of a Rolls Royce convertible, in the showroom. “Why did you snap that car?” Mary-Lou asked.

“Oh, it’s just beautiful, and we never see them in our neck of the woods,” he replied, “I may have it enlarged and framed when we get back home! Who knows I might even buy one one day, it’s only $250,000!” he laughed.

After three fabulous days in London taking in all the sights, it was packing time again. Their next rendez-vous was Paris, but this time by Eurostar, under the English Channel. They took a cab to Waterloo train terminus, direct to Paris, no airport, mich easier. Plus they would see some French countryside albeit at 125mph! “Fabulous!” Mary-Lou said.