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Chapter 2
Meetings, however many he had, he still hated them. This one was no exception.
No, the teams budget would not be upped, it was obvious that the powers that be had concluded that they were over funded as it was. Frank went in with the argument over the exceptional clean up rate, only to be hit by the brick wall that it had already been achieved on the present budget.
Now he sat through the next two hours of meaningless drivel only to be told at the end of it that his team would not be receiving any extra funding for the next six months. His reaction did not please those present.
Still he wasn't here to make friends he reasoned, he was here to get what he wanted and as that wasn't going to happen the pleasantries ended here.
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Karen Moore was 26 years old and at the very top of her profession, she was one of the highest paid call girls in New York, she shopped at the best and most exclusive stores, she drove a top of the range car, she owned a penthouse apartment in a good building. She also had a clientelle list that if found would bring down half of the top Police chiefs, judges, lawyers and businessmen in New York.
Well a girl had to have some insurance against prosecution didn't she???
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Frank got back to the Hotel blazing with anger. " Call Jenna," he thought "she always calms me down."
He replaced the telephone onto the receiver smiling wickedly, unfortunately the calming down had left him with another problem. Jesus even over the phone she had to power to excite him...
He wished not for the first time that she was here with him now.
Frank tossed a coin, "heads it's the cold shower and tails it's the gym and pool" It landed on tails.
"Thankyou Lord , never did quite take to cold showers much" he laughed.
After a workout which eased the tension he felt and a relaxing swim , he'd managed to clear his head and decided that he was going to go home a day early. There was really no point hanging around another day only to be told the same old story again. The decision had gone against him so he was off.
He dialled the airport and booked himself on a seven a.m. flight home, he was going to surprise Jenna and the kids so didn't call to let her know.
Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stepped in, luxuriating in the steady flow of hot water. He towelled himself off and dressed in black trousers and a cotton shirt before heading off downstairs to the restaurant for dinner.
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Dining alone had never bothered Frank, after all he was a loner at heart, but he understood that it could be awkward and difficult for others. So when the woman asked if it was Okay if she joined him, he had no objections.
"I'm Karen Moore by the way" she said "Frank, Frank Donovan" he replied.
After introductions were over they jokingly agreed they could stand each others company for the duration of a meal. After all they were adults, weren't they.
A couple of hours and more than a couple of drinks later Frank got up and made his excuses , rather unsteadily he thought but Karen didn't seem to notice so he shrugged it off. He didn't feel good though, his legs were shaky and his head was pounding.
" Karen it's been a pleasure to meet you, but I have an early flight to catch in the morning, so I think I better turn in" he said. "That's Okay, thankyou for the company, I'll be here for a while yet if you change your mind" she giggled.
Letting himself into his room he thought about what she'd said. Changing his mind was not on the agenda, he was a married man now, but if he hadn't have been he'd have to admit the prospect was very tempting.
"Jesus, I have got one son of a bitch headache................................
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The pain in his head had not subsided, he felt groggy and turned to look at the clock 3 a.m. was what he saw. "shit, shit, shit" he cried as the pain of opening his eyes dawned on him, as he turned to look the other way the sickness hit him.
"BLOOD, WHAT THE FUCK"
Suddenly the door burst open
"NYPD , Don't move" came the voice.
He was suddenly aware of the barrel of a gun being pointed squarely at him, he was also sickeningly aware that the woman who laid beside him on the bed was dead. "HOW?....WHAT?......WHY? .......
"Slowly, very slowly, put your hands behind your head and move away from the bed"
"No this can't be real, I'm going to wake up any minute, why've I got blood all over my hands?"
His mind was racing and none of it was making any sense, he wasn't a killer , why couldn't he remember?
Or was he a killer? he didn't know, he couldn't think straight, he was starting to doubt his own sanity?
Sergeant Davies stepped into the room and surveyed the scene the woman on the bed was partially clothed and was covered in what he thought to be stab wounds. Her eyes were chillingly wide open and staring.
"Oh Lord" Davies stated "It's Karen Moore, never thought she'd meet her end like this"
Davies knew now that he was in way over his head. This was going to be a very sensitive case, if Karens files ever got out it would just about bring half of New York to a halt.
Something wasn't sitting right in his mind about this, the man had obviously just woken up, he only had a pair of boxer shorts on, well them and a terrifyingly shocked expression on his face. He didn't think you could just calmly murder someone and then get straight to sleep.
His hands were cuffed behind his back as he was roughly pushed to the floor, he could have sworn he heard the cop gasp when he caught sight of his back. He didn't think he could stand the trauma of all that story coming out again, not on top of this insane mess.
He tried to tell them who he was but in the confusion it was falling on deaf ears.
"Oh Jesus how did all this happen , have I really killed the girl? get a grip of yourself, think, think," but he couldn't, his mind was blank, everything was a total blank.
The hotel room was now being systematically searched.
"Sergeant Davies, you'd better take a look at this" said the officer
"Well the plot thickens once again, well well well, welcome to New York Agent Frank Donovan"
"Get him out of here" he spat.
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Alex, Cody and Jake's pagers were beeping incessantly.
The message GET IN TO WORK NOW URGENT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monica had gotten into work really early to finish off some paperwork and had taken the fateful call.
How the hell she was supposed to tell the others she didn't know. She didn't believe a word of it, but you don't just go around arresting people for the hell of it now do you?
The others arrived looking worse for wear after all it was only five a.m..
"This had better be good" said Jake
"shut up , just shut the fuck up" she was falling to pieces now, she decided to go with the official line.
"At 3.30 a.m. today Frank Donovan was arrested in New York on suspicion of the murder of Karen Moore...............a high class call girl"
Chapter 3 coming soon.
Please R&R
Thanks for the reviews
I'm hotting up the pace for our guy now
Chapter 2
Meetings, however many he had, he still hated them. This one was no exception.
No, the teams budget would not be upped, it was obvious that the powers that be had concluded that they were over funded as it was. Frank went in with the argument over the exceptional clean up rate, only to be hit by the brick wall that it had already been achieved on the present budget.
Now he sat through the next two hours of meaningless drivel only to be told at the end of it that his team would not be receiving any extra funding for the next six months. His reaction did not please those present.
Still he wasn't here to make friends he reasoned, he was here to get what he wanted and as that wasn't going to happen the pleasantries ended here.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Karen Moore was 26 years old and at the very top of her profession, she was one of the highest paid call girls in New York, she shopped at the best and most exclusive stores, she drove a top of the range car, she owned a penthouse apartment in a good building. She also had a clientelle list that if found would bring down half of the top Police chiefs, judges, lawyers and businessmen in New York.
Well a girl had to have some insurance against prosecution didn't she???
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Frank got back to the Hotel blazing with anger. " Call Jenna," he thought "she always calms me down."
He replaced the telephone onto the receiver smiling wickedly, unfortunately the calming down had left him with another problem. Jesus even over the phone she had to power to excite him...
He wished not for the first time that she was here with him now.
Frank tossed a coin, "heads it's the cold shower and tails it's the gym and pool" It landed on tails.
"Thankyou Lord , never did quite take to cold showers much" he laughed.
After a workout which eased the tension he felt and a relaxing swim , he'd managed to clear his head and decided that he was going to go home a day early. There was really no point hanging around another day only to be told the same old story again. The decision had gone against him so he was off.
He dialled the airport and booked himself on a seven a.m. flight home, he was going to surprise Jenna and the kids so didn't call to let her know.
Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stepped in, luxuriating in the steady flow of hot water. He towelled himself off and dressed in black trousers and a cotton shirt before heading off downstairs to the restaurant for dinner.
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Dining alone had never bothered Frank, after all he was a loner at heart, but he understood that it could be awkward and difficult for others. So when the woman asked if it was Okay if she joined him, he had no objections.
"I'm Karen Moore by the way" she said "Frank, Frank Donovan" he replied.
After introductions were over they jokingly agreed they could stand each others company for the duration of a meal. After all they were adults, weren't they.
A couple of hours and more than a couple of drinks later Frank got up and made his excuses , rather unsteadily he thought but Karen didn't seem to notice so he shrugged it off. He didn't feel good though, his legs were shaky and his head was pounding.
" Karen it's been a pleasure to meet you, but I have an early flight to catch in the morning, so I think I better turn in" he said. "That's Okay, thankyou for the company, I'll be here for a while yet if you change your mind" she giggled.
Letting himself into his room he thought about what she'd said. Changing his mind was not on the agenda, he was a married man now, but if he hadn't have been he'd have to admit the prospect was very tempting.
"Jesus, I have got one son of a bitch headache................................
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The pain in his head had not subsided, he felt groggy and turned to look at the clock 3 a.m. was what he saw. "shit, shit, shit" he cried as the pain of opening his eyes dawned on him, as he turned to look the other way the sickness hit him.
"BLOOD, WHAT THE FUCK"
Suddenly the door burst open
"NYPD , Don't move" came the voice.
He was suddenly aware of the barrel of a gun being pointed squarely at him, he was also sickeningly aware that the woman who laid beside him on the bed was dead. "HOW?....WHAT?......WHY? .......
"Slowly, very slowly, put your hands behind your head and move away from the bed"
"No this can't be real, I'm going to wake up any minute, why've I got blood all over my hands?"
His mind was racing and none of it was making any sense, he wasn't a killer , why couldn't he remember?
Or was he a killer? he didn't know, he couldn't think straight, he was starting to doubt his own sanity?
Sergeant Davies stepped into the room and surveyed the scene the woman on the bed was partially clothed and was covered in what he thought to be stab wounds. Her eyes were chillingly wide open and staring.
"Oh Lord" Davies stated "It's Karen Moore, never thought she'd meet her end like this"
Davies knew now that he was in way over his head. This was going to be a very sensitive case, if Karens files ever got out it would just about bring half of New York to a halt.
Something wasn't sitting right in his mind about this, the man had obviously just woken up, he only had a pair of boxer shorts on, well them and a terrifyingly shocked expression on his face. He didn't think you could just calmly murder someone and then get straight to sleep.
His hands were cuffed behind his back as he was roughly pushed to the floor, he could have sworn he heard the cop gasp when he caught sight of his back. He didn't think he could stand the trauma of all that story coming out again, not on top of this insane mess.
He tried to tell them who he was but in the confusion it was falling on deaf ears.
"Oh Jesus how did all this happen , have I really killed the girl? get a grip of yourself, think, think," but he couldn't, his mind was blank, everything was a total blank.
The hotel room was now being systematically searched.
"Sergeant Davies, you'd better take a look at this" said the officer
"Well the plot thickens once again, well well well, welcome to New York Agent Frank Donovan"
"Get him out of here" he spat.
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Alex, Cody and Jake's pagers were beeping incessantly.
The message GET IN TO WORK NOW URGENT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monica had gotten into work really early to finish off some paperwork and had taken the fateful call.
How the hell she was supposed to tell the others she didn't know. She didn't believe a word of it, but you don't just go around arresting people for the hell of it now do you?
The others arrived looking worse for wear after all it was only five a.m..
"This had better be good" said Jake
"shut up , just shut the fuck up" she was falling to pieces now, she decided to go with the official line.
"At 3.30 a.m. today Frank Donovan was arrested in New York on suspicion of the murder of Karen Moore...............a high class call girl"
Chapter 3 coming soon.
Please R&R