Sins of a Siren by Curtis L. Alcutt Page B

removed a folded piece of paper. “I see we want the same thing…I want her ass to
pay
.” He unfolded the sheet of paper and held it out to Piper.
    She stopped stabbing her thick thigh and glared at him. “What the hell is that?”
    â€œI did some investigatin’ and found out where she went.” She dropped the pen, snatched the paper out of his hand and began reading it. “That’s the information on the train she took to Oakland, California a few days ago. I was gonna go find her myself, but I have to go to Florida and take care of my mother for a while. She’s in the late stages of cancer.”
    Piper held the paper as if it was the map to a treasure. “That’s okay; I’m going to go find her myself. I
might
leave her alive long enough for you to spit in her face before I kill her ass.”
    He saw a small, dark stain blooming under her tan stretch pant leg covering her thigh.
Shit! This broad is nutty as a Snickers bar!
“Good! She deserves whatever she gets.” He watched as Piper mumbled to herself while staring at the sheet of paper. “Uh…I’ll check with you later.”
    Piper looked at him with eyes of the insane. “You do that.”
    He cleared his throat. “Okay…my cell phone number’s on the paper. Keep me posted.” He slowly walked away as she stared at him. Once outside the door, glad the cell phone number was one of the two dummy accounts set up for them by Darius, he hurried out the apartment and called his partner. “Man, that broad is
certifiable
! I damn near feel sorry for Trenda.”

    The following morning, Piper woke up early with the slip of paper Tyrone had given her still in her hand. She unfolded the crumpled paper as she walked over and logged onto her computer. “I’m coming for you, bitch.” She navigated the internet until she came across a listing of Oakland area private detectives. She settled for the firm with the most impressive website and dialed their number.
    â€œDickerson Investigations, Nancy speaking, may I help you?” Piper pulled her robe closed over her huge naked tits. “Yes, I need to find a missing person.”
    â€œOkay, let me get you over to one of our investigators.”
    â€œGet me to your
best
investigator.”
    â€œWell…
all
of our investigators are former federal agents and are all quite qualified.”
    A vein on Piper’s forehead began to throb. “Look, I want the best. I want the investigator with the
best
success rate. The cost is of no concern.”
    After a pregnant pause, Nancy cleared her throat. “Although all of our agents have impressive success ratios, I think Mr. Martin would be able to assist you. I’ll put you through to him. What’s your name, ma’am?”
    Piper sat back in her chair and waited to be connected.
Funny how fast you can get what you want when money is mentioned.
“Fine. My name is Ms. Langford.”
    Seconds later, a baritone voice spoke. “Hello, Ms. Langford. I’m Hank Martin. I understand you need help finding a missing person?”
    After an hour-long conversation, Piper emailed Hank a few pictures of Trenda, provided him with the Amtrak train information, gave him the number of her Platinum American Express Card, and told him to put a rush on finding her. “Like I told yourreceptionist, I don’t care how much it costs, I want her found.”
    Hank looked at his computer screen and saw that her credit card was valid and grinned. “I just moved your case to my top priority. I’ll report back to you within seventy-two hours. Good day, Ms. Langford.”

Sixteen
    T renda did her best to shake off the phone call from Piper, but that anger-filled voice haunted her. Instead of letting it handicap her, she got up, gathered up her dirty laundry and went downstairs to the laundry room. While waiting for her clothes to finish, she went into the lobby,