Death in Diamonds Chapter 10 cont’d….

“What did you do with it?” Boyle asked. She didn’t answer. Boyle pressed the point of the his switchblade against her cheek drawing a drop of blood. Terry screamed. A dark stain appeared at the crotch of her jeans and a pale yellow liquid cascaded from the front edge of her chair to the floor.
“I pissed myself,” Terry wailed through her sobs. No one cared.
“What did you do with the necklace?” Boyle asked again. The point of his knife still touching her cheek.
“I gave it to Ramon,” Terry answered between the sobs.
“Ramon who?” Boyle asked.
“Ramon Urruela, he’s my boyfriend.” Terry said, the crying stopped. It was as if the mention of Ramon’s name strengthened her.
“What’s Ramon’s last name?” Boyle asked.
“Urruela,” Terry said.
“Spell it.”
“U-R-R-U-E-L-A,” Terry spelled it out.
“What did Ramon do with the necklace?” Boyle asked.
“I doan know,” Terry said.
“Terry, Terry, Terry, do I have to cut you?” Boyle asked pressing the knife point on the tip of her nose. Another drop of blood. She cringed and pulled away from him as far as her bindings would allow.
“I gave it to him. I doan know what he did with it, maybe he sell it.”
“Why did you give it to him?”
“He say it was pretty. He say he wanted it.”
Boyle enjoyed this kind of work He could kill Terry and not think twice about it but with Crystal, he was so very gentle. I discovered the complex person that is Boyle Cavanaugh.
“Terry, do you know what that necklace is worth?” Boyle asked.
“No.”
“Its worth more than you’ll ever make in your lifetime on your back peddling your ass on the street. I want it back and I want it back now,” Boyle said. “Or something bad will happen to you. Do you understand me?”
“Jes.”

Death in Diamonds Chapter 10 cont’d…

We parked in the alley, knocked on the basement door and Crystal let us in. She had changed into an old flannel shirt, worn blue jeans and dirty white sneakers; a departure from her normally elegant attire.
Boyle pushed Terry down into the chair, tied her securely to the chair with duct tape and took off the blindfold.
“Terry,” Boyle started, “we are to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them truthfully, and quickly. If you don’t, you’ll be sorry, very sorry. Why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?”
“I didin’ steal nothin’,” Terry said. Boyle smacked her across the face with an open hand. The sound of skin on skin startled Crystal and me. Terry screamed and started to cry.
“Why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?” Boyle asked again.
“I didin’ steal nothin’,” Terry said again sobbing. Boyle smacked her across the face again.
“I’m going to ask you one more time and if I don’t get a satisfactory answer,” Boyle said, pulling a switchblade knife from his pocket, snapping the blade open and hovered it near her left cheek, “I’m going to cut your face and fix it so that you will have an ugly scar for life. Who’ll want to pay to fuck an ugly, scarfaced whore? Now, again, why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?”
“I saw it, it looked valuable, I took it.” Terry said through her sobs.
“That’s a good answer.”
“Where did you see it?” I asked.
“In Crystal’s office.”
“How did you get in Crystal’s office?”
“It was unlocked. I just walked in.” That confirmed our theory.
“What were you doing in Crystal’s office?”
“I doan know.” Boyle slapped her again this time so hard that her head snapped to her shoulder and back up. As gentle as Boyle seems, I realized just how brutal he could be if sufficiently provoked.
“I know what you were doing. You stole Crystal’s necklace,” Boyle shouted.”
“No I din…” Terry started to deny stealing the necklace but stopped. She was probably smart enough to know that lying after telling the truth would earn her a helluva beating.

Death in Diamonds Chapter 10 cont’d..

We parked in the alley, knocked on the basement door and Crystal let us in. She had changed into an old flannel shirt, worn blue jeans and dirty white sneakers; a departure from her normally elegant attire.
Boyle pushed Terry down into the chair, tied her securely to the chair with duct tape and took off the blindfold.
“Terry,” Boyle started, “we are to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them truthfully, and quickly. If you don’t, you’ll be sorry, very sorry. Why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?”
“I didin’ steal nothin’,” Terry said. Boyle smacked her across the face with an open hand. The sound of skin on skin startled Crystal and me. Terry screamed and started to cry.
“Why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?” Boyle asked again.
“I didin’ steal nothin’,” Terry said again sobbing. Boyle smacked her across the face again.
“I’m going to ask you one more time and if I don’t get a satisfactory answer,” Boyle said, pulling a switchblade knife from his pocket, snapping the blade open and hovered it near her left cheek, “I’m going to cut your face and fix it so that you will have an ugly scar for life. Who’ll want to pay to fuck an ugly, scarfaced whore? Now, again, why did you steal Crystal’s necklace?”
“I saw it, it looked valuable, I took it.” Terry said through her sobs.
“That’s a good answer.”
“Where did you see it?” I asked.
“In Crystal’s office.”
“How did you get in Crystal’s office?”
“It was unlocked. I just walked in.” That confirmed our theory.
“What were you doing in Crystal’s office?”
“I doan know.” Boyle slapped her again this time so hard that her head snapped to her shoulder and back up. As gentle as Boyle seems, I realized just how brutal he could be if sufficiently provoked.
“I know what you were doing. You stole Crystal’s necklace,” Boyle shouted.”
“No I din…” Terry started to deny stealing the necklace but stopped. She was probably smart enough to know that lying after telling the truth would earn her a helluva beating.

Deqth in diamonds Chapter 10 cont’d.

“Yes,” Boyle said.
“Here’s what we’ll do. Boyle and I will take her for a ride then bring her into the basement from the alley. Crystal you open the door and let us in. Is there a hard uncomfortable chair in the room?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll check while you’re driving around and have someone put one in if there’s not.”
“No,” Boyle said. “We don’t want anymore people involved in this than is absolutely necessary.”
“You’re right,” Crystal said. “I’ll do it myself.”
“Crystal, don’t say anything. Terry may recognize your voice,” I said.
“Ok. But what about you too,” Crystal asked.
“We’ll just have to take that chance. She’ll now anyway that Boyle and I took her for a ride. But she won’t know where we took her,” I said.
Boyle and I took her out the front door, put her in my Jeep, blindfold her and drove her around the city, through Georgetown, through Rock Creek Park, around downtown, around Capitol Hill, crossed the Memorial Bridge into Virginia, the George Washington Parkway and back into D.C. over the Chain bridge and finally back into Crystal’s basement.
Boyle sat in the back with the blindfold Terry. When another car pulled up next to us he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into his lap. Boyle and I held a conversation about the gun he carried and we made comparisons to the one I carried. We wanted Terry to know we were armed and implying we just might kill her. I changed the pace of my driving to confuse her; to keep her from concentrating on the streets and turns we traveled. I made jackrabbit starts, brake squealing stops, turns on two wheels. I looked back at her through the rear view mirror. Her olive complexion looked as white as a sheet of paper. It’s show time.

Death in Diamonds Chapter 10 cont’d

“Or Terry was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Crystal said cynically.
“But we have nothing we can take to the cops,” I said.
“I said, no cops,” Crystal said.
“Why?”
“Jake, this is a brothel. We don’t need cops all over the place,” Boyle said. I nodded my head in agreement.
“Crystal, do you have some cops on your payroll?”
“Sure, you can’t be in this business and not have some police in your pocket,” Crystal said.
“Can you talk to them?”
“No, they’re vice. They steer any investigation away from us or if they can’t, they let us know what’s about to happen,” Crystal said.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I’ll have to think about it,” Crystal said.
“Also, Terry Perez is turning tricks on the street. I saw her myself this afternoon,” I said.
“Boyle, get rid of her, tonight,” Crystal spit out.
“Crystal,” Boyle began, “maybe we should give this some thought. Maybe we should see how this thing with Terry and the necklace plays out. She’s gone, but a few days one way or the other won’t matter. Just don’t assign her any important clients.”
“You’re right Boyle,” she said patting his hand and looking into his eyes.
“I also found out where Ramon Urruela lives,” I said.
“Ramon Urruela?” Crystal asked.
“Yeah, Ramon Urruela, Terry’s pimp slash boyfriend.”
“What do you suggest we do, Jake?” Crystal asked.
“I suggest we talk to her again, here, with Boyle and yourself present,” I said. “Some serious questioning.
The phone on the desk rang. Crystal stood, walked to her desk and picked up the ringing phone. She listened for a few seconds than said, “Thank you,” and hung up. Turning to Boyle and myself, she said, “Terry Perez is here.
“Do you have an empty unused storage room in the basement that may look like a grungy dungeon and is there an outside entrance to it from the alley ?” I asked.

Death in Diamonds Chapter 10

The drive to Crystal’s was uneventful. My mind was on dinner later tonight with Vanessa.
I rang Crystal’s bell and Boyle promptly opened the door. “Jake,” he said, “come on in.”
“Hello Boyle,” I said extending my hand.
“Crystal’s expecting us,” he said as he led me into her office. She stood when I entered and we shook hands.
“Jake, lets sit over on the sofa and be comfortable,” Crystal said pointing to a furniture grouping in a corner of her office. I sat on the sofa next to her and Boyle sat in the matching side chair on Crystal’s other side.
“Boyle told me that you both think Terry Perez stole my necklace,” Crystal said.
“Yes,” I answered. “But we have no witnesses.”
“Jake, I asked around and Terry was in the house when the things disappeared,” Boyle said.
“Boyle, do you think Terry stole the the missing items?” Crystal asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Terry had the three conditions necessary to commit a crime; means, motive opportunity. She had the means. The door was unlocked. She had the opportunity, she was using the room next to your office and the motive: she’s a thief. And wanted the money she thought it would bring. She probably tried your door out of curiosity knowing it was your office and discovered the door unlocked. She thought she wouldn’t be detected and entered your office, tried your desk and stumbled across the fact that your desk was unlocked and snooping around just happened across your necklace box. Curiosity got the better of her. She opened the box and saw more diamonds then she’d ever see again in her lifetime, grabbed it and hurried from your office. It was a crime of opportunity. Your necklace just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Death in Diamonds Chapter 9 conclusion

“Murdoch,” he said answering the phone.
“Bob, this is Jake Curtis. How you doing?”
“Whadda ya want this time? You always call when ya want something,” he said.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” Not waiting for him to get in another crack, I asked, “Who runs prostitution in the city?”
“Why da ya want to know.” He asked.
“I’m working on a case involving hookers and pimps.”
“Its a nasty job but someone’s got to do it.”
“Yeah. So who runs the prostitution in the city?” I asked again.
“Tony Ciano,” Murdoch said.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” I said and hung up before he could make another snide remark. Bob Murdoch is a good cop who doesn’t like PIs. He thinks they get in the way of real investigations. You know, the ones conducted by the cops. Bob will share information with me if its to his advantage because he knows I wouldn’t bullshit him. It’s never a one way street.
I called Lyons. He gave me an update on Ramon. He collected from six more hookers this afternoon then went home. Lyons gave me Ramon’s address. He said there were two names on the mailbox, Urruela’s and a Solana Torres. He probably really did need the rest.
“You ever do any work for Tony Ciano?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” Lyons asked.
“I need to know if Ramon Urruela is connected with Tony Ciano.”
If Ramon is a pimp, he’s connected with Tony Ciano,” Lyons said.