Sorry about the delay, but I've been away for a little while. Here's the first half or so, of the story again. How's the second half?

It was the kind of morning that Clinton Baines knew foretold the heat of the day to come. The sky was cloudless and the same kind of blue as his sleek Jaguar sedan. There was no wind. As he drove slowly through the neighbourhood near the Horizon Park chapel. He could see kids playing in the gardens with hoses, mothers out jogging on the sidewalks and dogs lying lazily in any shade they could find. It was a typical weekend, Summer morning in San Diego. He reached the church and he stepped out of the air-conditioned Jaguar into the morning heat. He didn’t lock his doors- he never did. No one would dream of stealing from Baines.

He had gotten the phone call, the Friday beforehand. A female voice just told him to be in the church confessional at ten on Saturday morning. He decided to check it out. There were always deals to be made. He never worried about being whacked by anyone- if someone laid a finger on Baines, that person would be paid a visit by some very unhappy men, that very day. Whacking Clinton Baines was the worst mistake anyone could make.
With a cursory glance towards the altar, he turned left and walked along by the back wall of the church. He went through the door of the confessional and sat down.
“Bless me father, for I have….” He was cut off by the same voice that had been on the phone.
“Enough with the clichés. I have a dossier here for you with instructions. Carry these out and there’s a lot of money in it for you.”
“Who are you?” There was no reply. In puzzlement, he walked out of the confessional and looked in the priest’s booth. There was nothing there, save for a brown dossier with his name on it.

Baines played a game of golf with his associates at twelve o’ clock that Saturday. He was back at his Del Cerro pad by four thirty. Pouring himself a Scotch, he sat down to read the mysterious dossier. Typed on a single page were a set of instructions.

1. Locate Stephanie Montaigne and follow her until she is in such a position that you can sedate her.
2. Sedate Ms. Montaigne, using the syringe under the driver’s seat of your car.
3. Take her to 13 Glenhaven Street , where you will receive your payment.

Baines threw down the dossier and rushed out to his car. He felt around, under the driver’s seat and sure enough, he found a syringe with a reddish orange liquid inside, and the needle impaling a rubber stopper. He figured that the mysterious woman must be one smart broad. He smiled. Smart, but no match for him. Besides, the instructions seemed simple enough. They weren’t dissimilar to a job he had done in the past. It’d be easy money- just like the last time. But who the hell was Stephanie Montaigne?
Baines went inside to catch the news at five. It was the same fare as usual- a shootout in Tierrasanta, a pile up on the PCH, a chimp giving birth in the local zoo. The story that really caught his attention though, was that of the San Diego mayor, Robert Montaigne promising increased funding to local schools. It wasn’t the action that set off alarm bells in his head- he hated kids and politics, it was the mayor’s name. He had never paid attention to politics, so it was little wonder he’d heard little of Montaigne. He turned off the TV and made a call on his cell phone.
“Mike, it’s Clint. What’s Mayor Montaigne’s daughters name?”
“I think it’s Stephanie. Why?”
“No reason. Thanks kid, bye.” He put down the receiver and drank his tumbler of whisky dry. He poured himself another. Maybe this job was bigger than he expected.

Baines decided to take a drive over to the second address on the set of instructions. He slowed down as he drove by. There was nothing unusual about the house. It was tidy, well maintained and the lawn was short and greener than usual for the time of year. Whoever lived there must have had the sprinklers on at night. There didn’t seem to be anyone there. He didn’t stop, in case anyone got suspicious. Baines was a professional and he wasn’t about to make a rookie mistake. He sped up again and drove back home.
He took out the phone book and looked under the surname Montaigne. There weren’t many people in the city that spelt their name with a “g”. He scrolled down with his index finger until he reached the only Stephanie Montaigne on the list. He noted down the address in Torrey Highlands. Then he had lunch.
After lunch, he drove to the gas station, and filled the Jag to the brim. He headed over to Torrey Highlands. He passed Stephanie’s house and drove to the end of the street, where he turned around and drove back. Baines parked the car on the opposite side of the street to Steph’s house, a few doors up, so as not to look too suspicious. He reclined the seat and left the engine running for the air-con. It was too hot to be without it. It would have been a long afternoon if it wasn’t for his collection of Johnny Cash CD’s in the auto changer.

Lieutenant Tony McGyver of the San Diego Police Department, taxied the little Cessna 182 out onto the runway at Montgomery Field. He got clearance for take off and gunned the engine of the bird. When he reached the magic speed, he pulled back on the joystick and soared skyward, the angle of as ascent, pinning him back in his seat. It was a weekly thing that Tony did- he owned his own plane. Every Sunday, he would drive to the airfield and escape into the freedom of the abyss above. He usually stuck to the same path- he’d head inland and turn around over Lake Henshaw, before heading back towards the ocean and flying down the coast towards San Diego. The trip usually took a whole afternoon.
Tony was thirty eight. He wasn’t that tall- only five feet eight, but women loved his quiet charm, his blonde hair and his steely, blue eyes. He was single at the moment though. He had noticed this cute babe at the airfield. If she was there today, he was going to go and ask her out. It couldn’t hurt to try.

At five that afternoon, Baines noticed the lime green VW Rabbit convertible nosing out of Stephanie’s garage. He pulled the lever to make his seat sit bolt upright again and started his engine. He turned off the stereo. Only when the VW had reached the end of the street, did Baines pull out of his parking spot and start to follow her. He didn’t want to spook her. She headed for La Fontainebleau restaurant, downtown.
She took a table by the window. There weren’t many in the restaurant yet. Tony waited a few minutes before coming in; no point in acting suspiciously. He chose a table by the window, allowing him to look at Stephanie across the room. She was too engrossed in the menu to notice him yet.
Stephanie Montaigne was twenty five. Most men found her big brown eyes and black hair alluring. Her fabulous body was by no means skinny but certainly not plump. She had sensuous curves in all the right places and it drove men wild. Her father hadn’t been there much for her when she was a child and her mother was an alcoholic. Stephanie had learned to be independent from an early age. She lived alone and she treated every man that she brought home like a disposable object. Fashion design was her profession and it paid well. Stephanie had everything she ever wanted and she was living her childhood dream. She flew planes in her spare time. It had started out as just a bit of fun, but it became a regular thing. In the air, she felt like a queen, gazing down upon her earth bound minions.
She never cooked for herself and ate in restaurants every night. Who knew, maybe tonight she’d pick up some other bozo that would show her a good time and give her the satisfaction she desired. Not that she didn’t like the end result, but the art of the seduction was her favourite part of the ritual. She loved to be seduced and she was interested in how different guys approached the problem.
The restaurant was beginning to fill up. Stephanie had ordered crab and Baines, lobster. Their eyes had met a couple of times. Halfway through his lobster, he called the waiter over.
“Could you send a bottle of champagne over to that young lady in the corner?”
The waiter did as he was told. Stephanie wasn’t surprised by the gesture. She knew Baines wanted her and he looked rich- hence the champagne. The waiter poured the drink for her and she raised her glass to Baines across the room. He smiled back.

Tony burst out of the Sun and brought the Cessna down onto the runway, the tyres giving a brief, tortured squeal. He taxied back to the hangar. From the cockpit, he didn’t see the girl anywhere. “A pity.” he thought. Still, he had a little work to do on the plane. He noticed that the left aileron was sticking a bit. Maybe a little grease would do the job.

Baines had finished his dessert. He stood up and weaved his way through waiters and trolleys over to Stephanie.
“Hi, I’m Clint. Mind if I sit down?”
“Sure, no problem. Thanks for the champagne.”
“My pleasure. It’s not every day I get to give champagne to a lady as beautiful as yourself. Do you mind?” He filled the second glass that the waiter had brought to the table.
“Giving champagne is an expensive business, so personally, I wouldn’t do it every day either.” said Stephanie.
“Well, sometimes it’s worth it.”
“Do you think I’m worth it?”
“To be honest, I think you might be worth two bottles.” Stephanie smiled. Baines called the waiter over and asked for another bottle.
They sat for a while, chatting and drinking the champagne until eventually the second bottle had run dry.
“I don’t care what anyone says. Happiness can be found at the bottom of a bottle- but only as long as it’s champagne.” Stephanie giggled. She was a little drunk at this stage. Baines called over the waiter and settled both their bills.
“Say, do you want to come back to my place?” Baines asked her. “I’ve got more champagne back home.”
“Hey, I like you, I like champagne. Let’s go.” They left the restaurant and went to Baines’ car.
“I’ll drive you back here to pick up your car.” he told her. They both got into the Jag. Their eyes met and they kissed. There wasn’t time for any passion to develop in the kiss. Baines slipped the cork off the syringe and jabbed it into her neck, driving the plunger down. She hardly knew what hit her- the chemical worked fast and she was out cold.
Baines threw the syringe back under the seat and made a mental note to get rid of it later. He set Stephanie upright in her seat and buckled the seatbelt so she would seem asleep if they were pulled over. He started the car and headed over to the instructed location.
The elegant sedan came to a halt outside 13, Glenhaven Street. Baines got out and opened Stephanie’s door. He lifted her out of the vehicle, and carried her in his arms to the door of the house. He was about to put Stephanie down to knock on the door, when it opened. Before him stood a gorgeous redhead. He thought she was in her early thirties and well dressed in a black designer t-shirt and black knee length skirt. Her skin was pale and unblemished.
“You must be Mr. Baines. Come inside please.” He obeyed.
“Can you bring her down to the basement for me, please. Put her on the chair.” Baines went through a door to the left in the hall.
“Could I get you to turn on the light?“ he asked her. “My hands are a little full.” The redhead leaned around the corner and hit the switch. What Baines saw surprised him. It was recognisably a dungeon. There was a device that he thought might have been a rack. There were pillories and a spanking bench. Chains dangled from the ceiling at various places in the room. Towards the wall to the left, he saw a gallows with a short rope, the platform only a couple of feet from the ground. He had been in rooms where people had been less elaborately tortured. He had never seen a room designed for the very purpose. He was curious as to what certain friends of his could do to people in a room like this.
He carried Stephanie down the stairs and sat her in a tan leather armchair. The leather creaked. The redhead approached him from behind. She handed him an envelope. It felt light.
“You’ve done an excellent job Mr. Baines. I hope that’s to your satisfaction.”
“Oh, I’m sure it will be Ms….” The redhead just smiled sweetly.
“Say, do you often have to extract information from guys in here?” he said in a half serious manner.”
“I use this room purely for the purposes of pleasure, Mr. Baines. Some of my friends enjoy me administering my own brand of after dinner entertainment.”
“Interesting choice of entertainment. To each their own, as I’ve always said.”
As he struggled to open the envelope, he wondered if there was a cheque inside. It would be downright stupid to pay for a job like this by cheque. He would have to let his accountant give it a little wash. He took out a folded piece of paper, about the size of a cheque and opened it. Written on it were the words “YOU’RE DEAD”, in clear black marker. Baines looked up. A quiet thud was all he heard as the redhead shot him twice in the head with a silenced pistol. He fell to his knees.
“Yes Mr. Baines, you’ve been very useful indeed.” She gave him a light push with her sandal clad foot and he fell over, his end untimely.

Tony had finished working on the plane. He packed up his few tools and set off home in his red Mazda RX-7. His house wasn’t too far from the field. The drive home took him through mainly residential neighbourhoods. As he drove along Glenhaven Street, he saw the feline profile of a blue Jaguar saloon. It was dark, but he knew that car anywhere. It belonged to his old nemesis Clinton Baines. When his lights caught the registration plate of the car he knew for sure- it read CLINT 1.
About five years ago, Tony had been working a gangland homicide case in which Baines had been the prime suspect. Baines’ DNA had been found on the gun used and he had more motive than most for killing the guy. Tony hated the ways Baines turned up in court, so cocky and self assured. All the evidence pointed to Baines as the killer. He was found not guilty and let go. Anecdotal evidence suggested that, as well as having the “best” lawyers in town, Baines had bribed enough jury members to prevent his conviction.
Tony had looked into this corruption case. He was determined to nail Baines this time. He got a posse of forensic accountants on the job and they worked solidly for a week and found nothing on Baines. Tony wasn’t convinced. He began to follow Baines in his spare time, hoping to pick him up for the slightest thing.
The Monday after following Baines to a horse race, Tony was called into the chiefs office, to explain the complaint of police harassment brought against him by Baines. Tony was suspended for two months on reduced pay. He became bitter. With the help from some friends in the department, he started looking into a case involving a high class prostitution ring in San Diego. From talking to vice cops, he got a list of involved suspects. In his free time, he followed the some of the suspects and reported their movements to his friends in Vice. He discovered that the hub of the operation was on the top floor of a downtown office building. Having reported his findings to his friends, they let him tag along to see the bust.
What they found, made Tony laugh whenever he thought about it. It was mainly middle aged men, in the middle of fucking barely legal girls fresh off the plane from Eastern Europe- most of them had little or no English. The bit that cracked Tony up though, was the fact that one of the middle aged men was the chief. The next day, the chief was out of a job and Tony had his back. The new chief was a fine man. Jim Lennox had been on the force for years and was the most hard working, honest guy in the business. He knew what life was like on the ground for the ordinary cop and he was a good friend of Tony.
Tony’s bitterness never fully went away. He never lost his grudge against Baines and Jim Lennox knew that.

Stephanie awoke from her slumber and she found herself standing up. She tried to move her hands, but she couldn’t. They were tied behind her back. She tried to look down, only to discover a rope, tied tightly around her neck. Stephanie began to panic. She started jerking her arms to see if she could free herself from the surprisingly soft rope. As she moved her hands, she discovered she could feel something- maybe a knot, rubbing against her pussy. She was frightened but highly aroused. She tried to wriggle the rest of her body, but that too was tied. She felt the pattern of a web of ropes on her skin- ornate and tight. She thought she was naked.
The room she was in was dimly lit. She saw all sorts of bizarre items of furniture around the room. It looked like some kind of dungeon. As if from nowhere, she heard a female voice.
“Ms. Montaigne, I expect you wish to know what’s going on. All in good time. I just want you to know, you’re quite safe. Oh, and don’t worry, that gallows that you’re on is purely for effect- at the moment at least.” A red-haired woman stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing a crimson PVC catsuit, with matching thigh length boots.
“My name is Lily De Mille. For the time being, you are in my custody. Your position as the daughter of our city’s most esteemed mayor, means that you provide an excellent bargaining tool in my quest to relieve this fine city of five million dollars. Now, I’ll get you down out of there in just a few minutes, but I’ll need you to keep quiet until I say so.”
Stephanie knew she should have been frightened witless, but in the presence of this woman, she felt strangely calm. The redhead set up a camcorder on a stand in the middle of the room, pointed towards Stephanie. She walked over towards Stephanie carrying a ball gag and a narrow strip of cloth. The two ladies stood face to face. Lily put her hands on Stephanie’s face and softly brushed the hair out of her eyes. They became entranced by each others eyes- Lily’s a deep emerald green and Stephanie’s a an icy blue. The moment was cut short as Lily slipped the black strip of cloth over Stephanie’s eyes, tying a knot to secure her blindfold. She made Stephanie open her mouth, and inserted the red ball, tightening the clasp around the back of her head.
“Don’t worry petal, this won’t take long.” whispered Lily softly. She tightened the noose again. All Stephanie could see was the blackness inside the blindfold. She hated the vile taste of rubber in her mouth. Yet, she felt safe in the hands of this gentle mistress. She heard Lily’s voice speaking.
“City of San Diego, before you, you see Stephanie Montaigne, the daughter of your mayor. In order to achieve her safe return, you must deposit five million dollars into the account of “The Seattle Foundation” in the Ansbacher Bank on Grand Cayman. Should you fail to do so within twenty four hours, the trapdoor of Stephanie’s gallows will open and she will strangle to death. Don’t try and buy any time, the timer on the trapdoor cannot be reset. Good day.” Lily turned off the camera and went back over to Stephanie. She opened her gag and took of the blindfold.
“Don’t worry, that was just for effect.” said Lily as she proceeded to undo the ropes that bound Stephanie’s body. “I’m not going to make you stand here for that long.”
Stephanie’s ropes fell to the floor and Lily took her by the hand and led her so a soft armchair beside a coffee table. The temperature in the basement was warm enough so as clothes were unnecessary. Stephanie felt a shackle being placed around her left ankle and heard the click of a padlock.
“Now, this chain allows you to move relatively freely around the dungeon. There’s a toilet over there behind that plywood wall, should you need it. Firstly though, we should get to know each other. Tea?”
Stephanie nodded. Lily left and returned shortly afterwards with a tray with a teapot, cups and saucers, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar.
“I usually have a slave to bring me tea down here, but alas, it’s just us today.”. She placed the tray on the coffee table, within reach of Stephanie.
“You know, I really don’t know why I put this outfit on. It’s quite uncomfortable and sticky. It inhibits my movements somewhat as well.” She turned away from Stephanie, instinctively, as if she had something to hide. She unzipped the red boots and kicked them to the side. Stretching around to her back, she pulled the zipper of the catsuit down, the material making a satisfying sound as she peeled it away from her skin. Stephanie thought that Lily looked good naked, but she was a little perturbed by the tattoo down the centre of her back. It showed a naked girl, hanging by a noose from a tree. Stephanie just hoped that wouldn’t be her. Lily turned around and sat down.
“If I’m correct, you’re just itching to know exactly what’s going on. I’m sure you know by now that I intend to extort five million dollars from this city, but I’m sure you’ve got other questions too. Ask away.”
“Who are you and who do you work for?” This was the first time that Stephanie had spoken.
“Two good questions!” said Lily brightly. “First off, I work for myself. Actually, it mightn’t surprise you to know that I’m a professional dominatrix. This little extortion plan though, that’s just a little bit of personal entrepreneurship.” She took a sip of her tea. Now, I just told you who I am, but it might interest you to know who I was.
I was born and raised in Seattle. My name used to be Alison Keefe until I changed it. I started working as a journalist. I became so sick of the way cops weren’t able to prosecute slick rich guys. There were murderers and rapists walking the streets and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. I decided to act the vigilante. I killed a couple of high profile dirt bags that had escaped justice on technicalities. I’ve got to hand it to the cops though, they came damn close to catching me. But I got to them first. I killed the ones on my tail- a couple of CSI’s I believe, and I packed up and moved to San Diego. There’s always justice to be dealt everywhere. I came here and changed my name to Arlene Stanton. I opened up my little business in the basement. Mistress Lily’s Dungeon I called it. And well, here we are.” Stephanie sat stony faced.
“Why are you telling me this? If I get away, I could spill all, and why did you have to kill that guy?” she said, gesturing to the corpse on the floor.
“I killed Baines because he was one of those rich guys that the cops couldn’t prosecute. That, and he had served his purpose to me. I’m telling you all this because you asked. Either you’re going to leave here dead, or you’re going to leave alive and never tell a soul. You get to be a good judge of people in my trade.”
Lily stood up and went over to Stephanie. She sat on her lap and looked into her eyes.
“Now, let’s see what a judge of character I am.”
Their lips met. Stephanie didn’t resist, she just returned the passion. It was a breathless affair. This was a taboo that Stephanie had always felt tempted to explore but never did. She just basked in the pleasure of the moment, enjoying every last second. Her hand slipped between Lily’s legs. Lily broke the kiss off and put her finger to Stephanie’s lips.
“Soon, my petal,” she said softly, “I’ve a little job to do first.”

It was one thirty in the morning. Lily opened the garage door from the inside. She walked out to Baines’ Jag and reversed it into the garage- there was enough room for his car and her own denim blue Ford Taurus. She took the Taurus out and drove downtown- there weren’t many people about, at this early hour.
She parked the car a couple of blocks away from Police Headquarters. With the tape in her pocket, she walked the last couple of blocks. She casually tossed the tape into a bush at the front of the building and walked on, doubling back to her car.
Next, she drove a few miles up to a remote spot in Carlton Hills so, if her call was traced, there wouldn’t be anyone in the area to respond quickly to it. She stopped the car at the side of the road and donned a pair of latex gloves that she kept with her. She dialled the number of police headquarters on her cell phone. The call was answered.
“There’s a tape in the bushes outside your building. Go fetch it. It’s urgent.” She hung up and took the SIM card out of the phone and deleted all her information left on the phone’s short term memory. Using a wet wipe, she cleaned any fingerprints that might have been on the phone. She got out of the car and placed the phone under one of the front wheels. She got back in and drove home, crushing the phone as she left.

Delilah Martin received a phone call telling her about a tape left in the bushes out the front of police headquarters. It might have been a hoax, but she couldn’t afford to take that risk. She dropped everything and ran downstairs to check. She looked in a couple of bushes before she found it and ran back in to tell the officer in charge of the night shift.
The officer in charge, Inspector Lou Jones took the elevator down to the tech department in the basement. He gave the tape to the tech girl on duty and asked her to play it. She found a machine suitable for playing it and switched it on. Lily’s message shocked Jones and the tech. Lou picked up the phone on the wall and called upstairs.
“Get the chief in here now. This is an emergency.

Lily got home at two fifteen. Stephanie looked soundly asleep in the armchair, but she opened her eyes as Lily came down the stairs. They smiled at each other.
“You OK?” Lily asked her.
“I’m OK. Say, there was something I meant to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“Why all the elaborate rope work when I was tied up? Why not cuff me and use simple shackles for my ankles?”
“I don’t think that’s my style. It feels so artless to me. Besides, I enjoy it- the challenge, the intricacy. I think a web of ropes tied symmetrically around a female body is pure art- it’s certainly beauty. It’s called shibari. It was originally used by Japanese armies to restrain prisoners, but it’s developed a bit since.”
“I think I like being tied up like that. It feels so sexy.”
“Well, we are in a dungeon and that is what I do for a living. I can tie you up again if you want?” Stephanie had the look in her eyes, of an excited child.
“Can we do it on that rack over there?”


Tony was awakened by a phone call at four. Lennox was on the phone. Apparently it was urgent. Blearily, he got out of bed. There was no question of him not showering. Tony was unable to function without having a shower first. He got out of the shower and threw on whatever was the most convenient. He left his Angwin Drive home, his Mazda barrelling along faster than usual. The time he had lost in the shower, he’d make up on the empty streets.
He arrived at HQ and was told to go straight up to the chief’s office. Jim Lennox was sixtyish and balding. A few years off the beat hadn’t been too kind on his waistline. He was a great cop in his day. He’d done undercover work and smashed a couple of drug rings and rose quickly through the ranks. He was hated by some of his fellow officers for his honesty and good nature. Apparently some people thought that it was wrong not to accept graft. His image as an all round good guy that concealed the tough, hardnosed, cynical interior earned him the respect and admiration of impressionable rookie cops, straight out of police academy. Tony was one of those cops.
When he got to the office, Lennox was on the phone.
“Mr. Mayor, I’m putting my best man on the case.” he was saying. “In fact he’s here right now. We’re doing everything we can and I’ll keep you posted. Take care.”
“What’s the matter Jim?” Tony asked.
“Someone has kidnapped Mayor Montaigne’s daughter Stephanie. They’re demanding five mil as ransom.”
“Smells like the mob to me. Montaigne isn’t well liked among the lawbreaking community- especially La Cosa Nostra.”
“That’s what I thought. Here, take a look at the tape. It was left outside in the bushes.”
“Did we get anything from the cameras out front?”
“No, our messenger was smart. She kept close to the bushes and they obscured the view.”
“She?”
“Yeah, the one shot we did get of her was from behind. It’s definitely a female. The voice on the tape was female too. It could be the same person. Here, take a look.” He viewed it silently and was pensive for a moment.
“Can you get that tape down to tech for me please. I think I hear a buzzing sound in the background that I can’t quite make out. It might be nothing but I’d like them to isolate the sound. Maybe it might tell us something more.”
“Why don’t you take it down yourself? I’m sure it won’t take long.”

Tony took the elevator down to the basement and met the young lab girl with the slightly pointed ears and the cute smile. Her name tag just said her name was Laura.
“Hi Laura, could you do me a favour? There’s a noise on this tape that I’d like you to isolate and play for me. Can you do that?”
“Easy.” she took the tape from him and played it, recording the sound with a microphone attached to her computer.
“I see there’s a constant sound, getting louder as the tape goes on.” she said, pointing to the lines of sound waves appearing on her screen. “Is that the one?”
“ I think so. Can you isolate that and amplify it?” She did so and played the individual sound. A droning sound, getting marginally louder as the tape progressed echoed through the basement. Tony and Laura stood there listening trying to make out the noise. Tony clicked his fingers.
“I know what that sound is!”

“That sound is the engine of a Cessna 182.” he told Lennox. “It sounds like it was flying low and at full power, indicating to me that it was just after taking off. I knew I recognised the pitch.”
“So you think Mayor Montaigne’s daughter could be in captivity near an airport?”
“If that’s a 182, it’s probably a small airport or even field. Maybe Montgomery.”
“You’re really something, you know that Tony? How do you know these things?”
“ I fly a Cessna on the weekend. What were Stephanie Montaigne’s last known movements?”
“We don’t know. We’ve checked her house and her car isn’t in the garage.” The phone on Lennox’ desk rang and Lennox took it.
“Tony, they’ve found her car in the parking lot outside the La Fontainebleau restaurant. I want you to get over there and dig up what you can.”
“I’m on the way.”