Chapter 20
Shortly after 12, Dr. Pryce gave word to Mok that the board had made their decision.
"You're free to leave," she said and adds, "I took the liberty and called your chauffer, he'll be here in a few minutes."
"I can't thank you enough," he said to her and rejoined the Lenzo's in the lounge.
"I heard you're leaving," Nicholai said and placed a hand on Mok's shoulder. "You be careful; Miami is not like any safe haven," he added and they embraced.
Mok looked down at Minnie, who looked upset. "I hate to see you go," she said and he hugged her.
"Don't be sad, in fact, I'm grateful that I've met you," he said, "I be more than happy if you come and visit me."
"Really?" Minnie asked and he nodded, "I hope you find your lady friend," she added.
Toad had arrived by mid-afternoon on the dot and the media had followed him to the center.
"Sorry boss, those sons-of-bitches have been tailing me for miles," Toad said to his employer.
"Not your fault, I am prepared to tell them," Mok replied and took one last look at Minnie and Nicholai, who were waving goodbye.
The rock star, followed by Toad entered out of the entrance and into the swarm of paparazzi, cameramen, and reporters.
"I have a few things to say," Mok spoke in a loud voice, "I have completed my rehab and I wish to thank the doctors and other staff for assisting me in the program. I am keeping a promise to myself; I will never go back to the drugs, no matter the temptation. I also want to thank the Lenzo's for being such good people and for being there for me."
Toad had pushed aside the media people and helped his employer get into the limo.
"Ready to go home?" the chauffer asked.
"We're not going home, yet that is, take me to the airport," Mok said. "Contact your siblings, we're going to Miami."
"Miami?!" Toad exclaimed as he drove away from the rehab center.
"Not for fun," Mok snapped, "We're going there on a hunch; I just hope that I'm right."
He then turned on M.A.I. and she says, "Welcome back, Mok. I assume that you have completed your rehab."
"Yes M.A.I." he replied and says, "I have a favor to ask you."
"Anything Mok," the computer responded.
"Make a reservation at the Black Widow Casino Hotel in Miami," he ordered and M.A.I. went to work.
"Boss, did you say the Black Widow?" Toad asked.
"Yes, do you know about the rumors?" Mok replied and his chauffeur nodded.
M.A.I. came back, "The reservation is complete, Mok. Ms. Rhonda Legrand will greet you personally," she said.
"Good, I have another favor," Mok replied, "Make a call to the Miami police; see if you can get the commissioner on the line."
M.A.I. connected to the Miami police department and a male voice says, "This is Commissioner Holton. I hope this isn't a prank call, otherwise I'll—"
"You what, Commissioner? Sue me?" Mok asked in a cold voice.
"Oh gosh, you really are Mok! Man, I recognize your voice anywhere! Forgive me, but I have been dealing with prank callers, it's really irritating," Holton said.
"Before we get off topic, I want to ask you about the Black Widow Casino Hotel," Mok replied, "Do you suspect that the rumors are true?"
"About the prostitution ring? I don't know if I should believe them or not. In fact, I had some people come in and tell me about the place, said that they met some call-girls. They also mentioned that the women had scars and bruises on their bodies and that got my attention completely.
"I actually had some of my officers go there undercover, but they just 'vanished'," Holton explained.
"What do you mean they just 'vanished'?" Mok asked, out of curiosity.
"We lost contact with them after they entered the casino. Unfortunately, I can't enter the premises without a warrant and to get one, I need some sort of evidence to show the judge, and she's very tough to impress," the commissioner explained.
"What sort of evidence?" Mok asked, his heart was pounding every second.
"Photographs or even a confession from the owner, Ms. Legrand. I asked her myself, but she naturally denied doing any sort of business. She was really ticked after I asked her," Holton answered.
Mok began to think, if he was going to save Angel from the Black Widow, he would also have to save the other women. In order to do that, he would have to confront Ms. Legrand.
"Commissioner, would you let me and my employees find some evidence? I have made a reservation there and Ms. Legrand would probably not suspect that I'm on a mission," Mok said.
"Mind if I ask why you are interested in going there? Apart from the rumors," Holton asked.
"I believe that someone I know is trapped there and I want to get her out," the rock star replied.
"Trapped?" Holton asked, again.
"I really don't want to get into details," Mok said and asks, "Can you lend us a camera and a tape-recorder?"
"Of course. When you arrive in Miami's airport, I'll be there," Holton replied, but Mok disagreed.
"That's too risky; there might be swarms of media personnel. Is there some place where we can meet without being noticed?" Mok asked.
Holton gave the street name where the police station was located. "There is a back alley, where no one will notice us," he said.
"My employees and I will arrive in Miami sometime in the evening," Mok replied and ended the call.
"I hate to intrude boss, but it's that girl you're after," Toad spoke to his employer.
Mok didn't say a word. For some reason, he wanted to deny the feeling that he would find Angel in a horrible place.
Awhile later, they reached Illinois' State International. Toad drove the limo onto the tarmac where Mok's private jet was waiting.
"Welcome boss!" Zip exclaimed when his employer stepped into the jet.
"Tell Sleazy to prepare for takeoff," Mok ordered, sitting down on a comfortable chair.
The jet engines roared to life and it took off into the sky, heading southeast.