“Single Ladies” rings through the office of the Medical Examiner.
“Jackie Dollar.”
“Jackie, it’s Marcia. I have more answers on Felix Canadale. He’s got a large bank account worth almost $4 million. The money comes from a Grand Cayman account reportedly owned by Marco Genovese….”
“…Marco Genovese? Marcia, Marco’s here right now. Here at the Miami-Dade Medical Examiner’s Office. He’s stand in front of me.”
“Seriously? Get answers out of him, Jackie. He might be the murderer. After all, he is expecting to make bank.”
“I’ll try Marcia.”
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Tonight, the transcribed adventures of the femboy with the action packed expense account. America’s fabulous freelance insurance investigator……
“Yours Truly, Jackie Dollar.”
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Expense account submitted by special investigator Jackie Dollar to the home office of the American Mercantile Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an account of my expenditures during my investigation of the Genovese Matter. Expense account continued.
Expense account item
0, $5. Water bottles from the vending machine for Marco Genovese and myself. After handing it to him, I started peppering him with questions.
“So, you’re Marco Genovese. My name is Jackie Dollar, I’m investigating the death of your sons, Pietro and Marino, along with the death of Felix Canadale. Why are you here?”
The elder Genovese, a frail Italian man in his late 60s, early 70s, walking on a wooden cane decorated in the Italian flag and wearing a good suit, one a mobster would wear. Despite the perils of age and a smoking addiction, he looked immaculate. He stared at me before deciding to respond.
“Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you care about my sons?”
“Jackie Dollar, here is my card. I’m representing American Mercantile Insurance as an investigator. There is a lot of money on this case and the insurance company wants to know it’s legit.”
“Insurance dick, huh? What does your company want? My sons are dead. Felix Canadale is dead. We want our money. Post haste.”
“Well Mr. Genovese, both erzurum escort of your sons and Felix were murdered. By someone. Was it you Mr. Genovese? Are you that cruel?”
“Are you assuming things, Mr. Dollar? My sons died because someone wanted them dead. Why would I, a proud native of Sicily want to kill my own sons? They are to inherit the family business.”
“So, racqueteering? The Genovese family has been nothing but trouble since coming from Italy a century and a half ago. Murders, high profile larceny and so on. Murdering your own sons would certainly be part of the business, especially if one of them did not follow the family business to a t.”
“What are you insutating Mr. Dollar? My sons were good men.”
“Your son Pietro was a drag queen. When is a drag queen mobster good for business? Usually you use sluts for businesses, not to be the mobster. I’m sure you were insulted by your son not being as manly as Marino.”
The secretary interrupted, calling for Mr. Genovese to meet with Mr. Zheng.
“Mr. Dollar, I do not like what you’re insinuating. I’m here to claim the bodies of my sons and Felix. I expect your company to pay me. I suggest you stay out of the way. Good day, Mr. Dollar.”
With that, Marco Genovese hobbled on his feet and walked into Mr. Zheng’s office, shutting the door behind him. I walked out of the building and caught an Uber back to my hotel. That’s expense item
1, $25.
The weather today in Miami Beach was gorgeous. Blue skies for miles, the sun lighting up the golden tan beaches with many in their bikinis, swimsuits and trunks. Some not wearing a thing at all. I showered in my room and started thinking about the conversation with Marco Genovese. Wondering how he got here so fast. Pietro was murdered 2 nights ago, Felix and Marino last night. A frail old man like that probably was not the murderer, but someone else is working for him. I wondered who. I thought about Felix Canadale. Clearly the “Marcus Langford” name and his story about winning the lottery in Wisconsin was not true. More likely, he was a plant by Marco Genovese to watch over his son Pietro. Marco had to know Pietro was a drag queen. Why would he send someone down there to elope with him (or her) esat escort otherwise? Then the phone started ringing.
“Jackie Dollar.”
“Jackie, it’s Marcia again. I have more information on Felix Canadale. NYPD reported Canadale being tied to at least nine mob hits in the city alone, possibly more. His death has cleared up a number of cases in New York. All of them had ties to Marco Genovese. The feds are waiting to bust him for racqueering and nine cases of murder in New York. I cannot thank you enough for sorting this out.”
“But Marcia, that does not answer the death of his sons or Felix himself. Something is going on down here and there are too many people coming back dead. Felix probably did not know he would take one for the Genovese family on this assignment. All I know is that he was a plant by Marco to follow his son Pietro because the elder father did not appreciate his lack of manhood.”
Suddenly a 305 number began ringing on my phone. “Marcia, I’m getting another phone call, I’ll call you back.”
“Jackie Dollar.”
“Jackie. This is Martin Zheng. Marco Genovese was here and had an odd request. He requested that I keep the bodies and cremate them as soon as possible. I told him I could not do that because of medical ethics reasons and that the bodies were part of a police investigation. I told him I would not release the bodies until the police and insurance investigations were over. He did not like it, huffed out of my apartment and I saw him get to the limo he had outside. After that, he took off and I called Det. Jackson. He did not answer. I called the chief and he sent a couple officers to follow the limousine, but they lost it around the airport.”
“Fuck. I wonder where he’s going. I would love to know why Detective Jackson has suddenly vanished too. He left me the note to see you and neither of us can get ahold of him.”
“You don’t suppose?” Martin asked.
“The rate this case is going, Mr. Zheng, anything is possible. Thanks for letting me know.”
I immediately called Miami Airport and the FAA and tried to figure out where the Genovese plane was heading and to see if they could stop it before it took off. The tower could not give a guarantee they could stop esenler escort it, but did confirm that the Genovese plane was in a hanger on the south side of the airport. I raced into another Uber, this one destined for the airport and gave the driver $60 to book it from the beach to the airport. After producing identification, airport security directed me to the Genovese plane. I was just in time to see it taking off to the eastern blue skies. Marco was gone.
I paid the Uber driver another $60 to bring me from the airport to the Club SB. I was incredibly aggravated and decided I needed some alcohol. I thanked the driver for his efforts and gave him another $20 for the cause. I walked into the Club SB and saw Shilo preparing drinks for a couple of drag queens. After she was done, I pulled a seat up at the bar and asked for a whiskey sour. For several hours, I just sat there dejectedly, thinking about having Marco Genovese in my grasp and losing him. Around midnight, Shilo wandered over to me and checked if I was still sober.
“You’ve barely touched your drink.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long day. I had the person I wanted. I lost him.”
“That kind of day? Belle must have had a hell of a life.”
“If she only knew the truth. Looks like her own father wanted her murdered. I have parts of this story, but I am missing details. It’s clear her boyfriend was just a plant by her father to keep an eye on her activities. Instead, both are dead. Murdered. Why Marino was killed I have not a clue. I need to go use the restroom.”
I wandered to the restroom and when I returned, the club was empty save for me and Shilo.
“Jackie, would you like some fun tonight? Your last session got interrupted by the freakout Marino had. I am known to please a lot of guys and it’s just us.”
I smiled, still sober, and took a moment. It was gonna at least be a fun night.
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There will be another story in our series, the Genovese Matter, next month.
“Next month, the plan comes to light. A money man escapes and the murderer reveals themselves. Join us won’t you?”
Yours truly,
Jackie Dollar 😉
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As I promised, there will be a hot sex scene in Chapter 5, which will wrap up the conclusion of “The Genovese Matter”. Heaven knows Shilo has offered some sex. Time to see who the real murderer and what the plan was all along.
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