Mike’s First Case

She stood in front of the large 17th floor bay window admiring the flowing river below. Dressed in a white blouse with the first two buttons undone to reveal the sides of her large well formed breasts, a straight black mini skirt, which allowed most of her two long shapely legs to show, and finally black patent leather spiked heel shoes, the blonde Private Investigator cut quite a startling figure. She was Michelle Marvel or better known as Mike, a nick name the young beauty acquired as a teen age tom boy, she had been established as a P.I. by the Sisterhood to hide her Super Heroine persona, the Blue Heron. A persona that was revealed when Mike raised her arms and spun in place.

“Excuse me Miss Marvel, there’s a gentleman here to see you.” The short stocky receptionist, secretary, opened the office door to make the announcement.

“Send him in Gladys.” Mike said, turning around to sit in the swivel chair behind the maple desk. She then leaned back to see a distinguished looking man in a dark pin stripped suit walk into the office.

“I’m Rafe Basset, and I need your help.” He said, reaching out for Mike’s hand.

Mike smiled, shook the man‘s hand and then sat down. “Have a seat and tell me how I can help.” She said while assessing the man’s well groomed appearance.

In the outer office, Gladys was listening and recording the interview, as she checked the Internet for any information on a Rafe Basset. “Very interesting.” She thought, looking at the data on the screen. “He owns an import export business, a large estate in the suburbs, a yacht, and a jet plane.” She printed all the information to give to Mike. “Ohhh...There’s also a beach cabana in the Bahamas. Wow, just who is this guy and what does he import export?” Gladys’ interest was peaked, and so kept searching for more. “He’s 40 years old, single with no kids from a previous marriage.” She said aloud, but then was surprised to find no devious information. “He appears to be clean.”

Meanwhile Rafe was explaining his problem. “Someone has stolen a very valuable book from my collection, and the police seem uninterested in trying to find it.” He explained as his eyes scanned the beautiful blonde’s body. His position next to the desk gave the 40 year old divorcee a fine view of those shapely long legs, since Mike’s already short skirt had ridden up when she sat back in the chair, and then crossed them. “I think I know who did it,” He stated firmly.

“Why not let the police handle it then?” Mike asked, and was startled by his answer.

“The reason why the police seem disinterested is that the Mayor stole the book” Rafe announced.

“You mean the Mayor broke into your house to steal your valued book?” The new P.I. seemed puzzled.

“Not him personally, but one of his lackies.” Rafe spouted out impatiently. “I need it back, but I need someone to steal it back for me.”

Mike uncrossed her legs and sat upright.” I can’t do that.” She insisted. “That’s illegal and I’d go to jail.”

“Believe me that if you were caught you wouldn’t go to jail.” He stated emphatically. “You’d be dead.”

That caught Mike’s interest. “What could be in that book that would cause the Mayor to kill for?” She pondered the possibilities. “Tell me what makes that book so valuable?” She asked bluntly.

The tall muscular dark haired man sat for a long moment before answering. “It contains all the illegal transactions the Mayor has perpetrated on the city for the past five years.” Following that revelation, there was a long silence between them. And then he smiled. “The Mayor’s wife decided to give her husband a special birthday present for his fifty year birthday. She got him an antique desk that had belonged to his favorite President and then replaced his present desk with it while he was away on a trip. She then sold that desk to me.” Rafe laughed out loud. “While I was investigating the piece, a secret compartment accidentally opened to reveal several deeds and official papers along with the ledger.” He looked around the office. “do you have something to drink?”

Mike immediately figured her new client didn’t mean Diet Coke, so she called out to her secretary. “Gladys, please bring a bottle of the good stuff with two glasses.” She watched Rafe as he began to sweat. “Were you in the house when the robbery took place?”

“No I wasn’t, but I was supposed to be there that evening.” He replied and then the meaning of her question hit him. “You mean.....?” His voice trailed off.

“It’s possible your life is in danger.” Mike carefully told the man her suspicions, as Gladys brought the bottle of single malt scotch and poured it into the two glasses. “Here perhaps this will calm your nerves.” Mike handed the big man a small glass half full of the rich drink.

Rafe downed the scotch in one gulp, coughed and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. “Will you do it?” He stared at the tall beautiful P.I.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do something so illegal.” She replied apologetically. “But I can investigate your situation. Be careful and I’ll keep you advised.” Mike stood to escort Rafe out of the office, and then turned to Gladys. “Can you stay late tonight and check the Web for any information on the Mayor?”

“Sure Mike, I don’t have a private life.” The young red head replied sarcastically, and smiled. “I need to call Big Bad Bill to break our date. “What are you going to do?”

“I need to keep an eye on our client; He’s in real danger.” Mike said and hurried from the office to take the service elevator to the garage. While in the large freight elevator she raised her arms and spun to transform into the luscious figure of the Blue Heron. Attired in strands of blue fabric trimmed in white, which barely covered her delectable female parts, the raven haired beauty stood with hands on hips. Those flimsy strands were held in place by a wide white belt around her slim waist and her six foot two height was enhanced by the blue high heel boots. “I hope I’m in time.” The heroine rushed from the garage and leaped into the air.

While the Blue Heron was keeping watch on the client, Gladys was hacking into the Mayor’s computer. “Looks like this creep has a couple mistresses.” She said as her eyes concentrated on the data and pictures. The plump little secretary didn’t notice a dark figure sneak up behind. A hand reached around her red curls to press a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. “WHA...MMMPPHHHHH!!”

“Grab her legs...She’s wrigglin’ free” The first attacker yelled for help as the young secretary squirmed in the man’s tentative grasp, while kicking her shapely heavy set legs wildly in the air. First one shoe then the other flew off, before a pair of burly arms grabbed Gladys’ ankles. “Just relax and breathe deep, and you won’t get hurt.” The first attacker tried to whisper in the struggling woman’s ear, but he lost hold, allowing the wild red head to slip out of his arms onto the floor.

“DAMMIT!!” Screamed the second attacker, who lost hold of her ankles.

Gladys scrambled onto her knees, slid the desk drawer open to grab the small Baretta inside. “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEPS!” She yelled, firing the weapon wildly in the air.
‘WHAPPP!!’ A hard fest seemed to come from nowhere to collide with Gladys’ jaw. “UUNNNGGHH!!” Her head flew to the side as she dropped the gun and then slowly followed it to the floor, lying there moaning in pain.

“This will take care of the pain.” The raspy voice claimed as the damp foul smelling cloth was reapplied to her cute face.

“MMMMmmmmm.” The helpless stocky little red head just laid on the floor under the man, breathing the knockout fumes until there was no further resistance.

“Get the rope and tie her up, while I search these offices.” The first attacker ordered his partner, it was over an hour later, when the bound Gladys was carried into the service elevator to be taken to a waiting van.

“Where’s the other one?” Inquired the driver of the van. “There’s supposed to be two of them.” He insisted. “The Boss ain’t gonna like this.”

Meanwhile, the Blue Heron waited under cover of the trees for the arrival of Rafe, when a dark figure appeared from the other side of the estate. “He’s breaking in.” She observed the figure obviously cut out one of the window panes, reach inside to unlock it, and then crawl inside. ”Why didn‘t the alarm go off?” She wondered. “Uh oh, here comes Rafe.” The Heron watched a cream colored Mercedes roadster stop next to the front door. “I have to warn him of the intruder.” The Raven haired beauty slipped out of the trees sped across the lawn to the half opened door. “Where’d he go?” She asked herself, and then slowly entered the mansion. It was completely dark with not a sound inside. The heroine knew the intruder was there, so scanned the room with her extraordinary x-ray vision, but there was not a sign of anyone. She headed for the room where the dark figure had entered and spotted someone being dragged across the carpet. “Stop right there.” She demanded just before a searing pain raced through her body. “AAARRGGHHH!!!” It felt for a long moment that every nerve in her body was on fire. The Blue Heron fell to her knees moaning, until she felt a fine sweet smelling mist hit her face. Suddenly the pain evaporated and the Amazon beauty collapsed to the floor unconscious.

“Who the hell is this?” A female voice asked.

“Ya got me, Babe.” The intruder replied, dropping Rafe’s body to the floor. “Maybe she’s his body guard.” He commented.

“If she is...didn’t do a very good job.” The woman bragged, holding a taser in one hand a a small canister in the other. “Is he done for?” She asked, stepping into the moonlight streaming through the window.

“Yep.” The man replied. “What do we do with her?” He asked of the woman in the maid’s outfit.

“Why... she’s the killer of course.” The woman smiled down at the unconscious Blue Heron. “I’ll call the police, and you get out of here.”

Continued

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