Chapter 28

Back at the Black Widow Casino Hotel, the police and C.S.I. had worked effortless in recovering tons of evidence.

Commissioner Holton had ordered them to search everywhere, hoping that they will recover a body or perhaps more.

"We all know that some of our best undercover officers were last heard in the casino here," he said to the teams, "If Legrand did kill them, I believe that she would've buried them somewhere."

"What if she used acid to disintegrate them?" one officer asked.

"Then we'll find their bones. That is, if we do find any," Holton replied and some of the officers started digging around the hotel grounds.

By sunrise, they didn't find any. That is, until one team dug a hole behind the pool's maintenance shed. "Commissioner!" one of the team members called out.

In the hole, a young girl wearing a large, bloodstained t-shirt was tied up in a fetal position.

"Check this entire area!" Holton ordered and a coroner and several other officers pulled the dead girl out of the hole.

In an hour, the whole pool area was dug up and more bodies were discovered. Some of them were becoming skeletons and the coroner and his assistants had to carefully pull them out of the holes.

Holton looked at the bodies on the gurneys and took a snapshot of each of the girls that were discovered. He turned his attention to the recovered bodies of his undercover officers. "I swear, that bitch will get the death sentence," Holton said to them.

He then went to use a phone and called the hospital.

In her hospital room, Angel was twitching from the nightmare she was having.

Angel found herself in her apartment, but there was a hostile feeling in the air.

Then, the front door opened and Omar stumbled in, he looked like a wreck.

"Omar, where've you been?" she asked, but she saw the rage in his eyes.

"I'll tell where I've been," he said and then grabbed Angel by the scalp. "I was out celebrating, no, more like…I don't know. I got some news," he said and threw Angel on the couch. "My boss fired me! And all for what? Huh? You want to know? Because I was high on drugs he said!"

Angel didn't speak, she could tell that Omar was agitated and ready to pounce. "He gave me my last pay-check and I spent it all at this club! I got high, again! High as a kite!" he shouted at her and then, he slapped her across the face.

"This is your fault! If I had not followed you to that nightclub, I would not be in this predicament!" he shouted, again.

"Omar, stop it, please!" Angel begged him, but he refused to obey. He then started to shout all sorts of insults and pounding his fists into her body.

"Angel! Angel!" someone was shouting.

"Angel! Angel!" Mok cried out, shaking Angel's shoulders. She had been violently tossing and screaming and there seemed to be nothing that could wake her up.

"Angel, please! Wake up!" Mok cried out, again, and gently shook her.

Finally, she woke up and stared up at Mok, panting. "Was I dreaming?" she asked.

"More like having a nightmare," he replied and held her in his arms.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No, no, there's nothing to be sorry about," Mok replied and rubbed her back, but she gave a yelp of pain. "I'm sorry! I forgot about the bruises," he said and laid her back down.

"Have you been watching me the entire night?" she asked and he shook his head.

"I slept most of the time, but I woke up when I heard you yelping," he answered and Angel turned to face the window. The sun had risen, but the sky was pale with purple and pink clouds.

"What time is it?" Angel asked.

"About 8 o'clock," Mok answered.

Then, Toad entered into the room. "I hate to intrude, but Commissioner Holton is on his way here. Said he had some photos to show you," he informed them.

A few minutes passed and Holton had arrived. "Mr. Swagger, Ms. Angel," he said and they nodded.

"It's Lyons, Angel Lyons," she replied.

"Okay, Ms. Lyons. I have some photos that I want to show you, see if you can identity them," Holton said and Angel's stomach dropped.

"I don't think now is the time," Mok replied, but Angel shook her head.

Holton handed her a folder and she opened it. In it were photos of dead girls, covered in dirt, on gurneys. Angel looked at the photos, but she did not recognize any of the girls till she got to the one of her dead friend, Rosie.

She pointed to the photo, "That's Rosie," she said.

"I know this is difficult, but do you know her last name?" Holton asked, but Angel shook her head.

"We never exchanged our surnames. I know, it's silly, but we just never did," Angel replied.

"I'll have my department check if she had any records. And do you mind if I ask you something?" Holton asked, again. "How did your friend die?"

Angel felt like she was going to choke as a hard knot formed in her throat, but she took a deep breath and says, "Three night ago, Rosie caught a fever. Another girl named Helga and I looked after her for most of the night, but Rosie's fever didn't go down. We summoned Ms. Legrand and told her that Rosie needed to see a doctor."

Angel stopped for a moment to breathe and continues, "She and Andro took her out of the apartment and I watched from the door. Legrand whispered something into Andro's ear and he then placed Rosie on the ground and...and he..." Angel struggled to get the words out, but she was able to say, "He twisted her neck and I heard a crack and Rosie fell down, dead."

Mok felt a burning sensation in his stomach, but he wasn't sure if it was nausea or just a reaction to Angel's story.

"Thank you Ms. Lyons and I want to tell you that Legrand and her goons will have murder added to their charges. If it's possible, the judge might not go through with a trial and just sentence Legrand to death," Holton said and adds, "The girls were not the only ones we found. We did find our missing undercover agents."

"They're dead, too?" Mok asked and Holton nodded. "How many bodies did you find?" Mok asked, again.

"So far, we recovered six call girls and all five of our agents. We discovered the bodies around the pool area and I swear, that place could pass for a graveyard," Holton replied and got up to leave, taking the folder of photos.

"I'll let you know on what the judge decides on, but it looks like she will just sentence Legrand and forget about a trial," he said and leaves the room.

Mok turned to face Angel, whose eyes were filling up with tears. He took her in his arms, "Just let it all out Angel," he said and Angel began to sob.

An idea came into Mok's head and he leans into Angel's ear and begins to hum the Appalachia fiddle. It seemed to calm her a bit and she laid back down and listened to Mok's humming.

Angel's eyes grew heavy and she finally shut them and was asleep.