by O. L. Casper
She laughed and stumbled off into the crowd.
“Stupid whore,” said Ava in a low voice as she took the glass.
I watched her in what felt like slow motion. All background sound drowned out and I felt as though the whole world was comprised of only Ava, the glass, and what was in it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I felt sick. Ava pressed the rim of the glass to her lips. Tipping it up, she poured the whole contents of the glass down her throat. I watched her throat vibrate as she swallowed. I felt confused and terrified. Over the course of the evening I had started to like her and I felt for her. She would get sick and not know what happened. And that woman who took a sip from the glass would also get sick, go to the hospital and die. In all likelihood, nobody would ever know the cause. P-210 was something that was rarely tested for after a person’s death. It took a special kind of test to determine its presence, and I was confident that neither of these women would be given that test after they died.
Ava smiled at me.
“Would you like to go smoke again? I’m sorry to ask, but I’m just craving it so much. My previous high has come down a notch.”
“By all means.”
It was the least I could do for her considering what she was about to go through on account of me.
Sophia Durant’s Diary
October 17, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
I picked up Julie from North Eleuthera Airport on the morning of the sixteenth. She walked into the lounge wearing a backpack I recognized from our school days. We hugged and kissed and held hands. I got goosebumps from the excitement I felt at seeing her and touching her. She looked around.
“I can’t even get a coffee in this shack of a place? They call this an airport?”
“This is a tiny island, Julie. There’s not a whole lot here.”
“Tell me you have a town with shops; I only packed an overnight bag with maybe two changes of clothes.”
“Yes. There is a town called Governor’s Harbour where you can purchase whatever you like. First, we’ll go to the villa, drop off your gear and we can have coffee there.”
“Lovely. I can’t wait to see it all. Weather here’s amazing.”
“Wait till you see more of the island.”
“It looked amazing from the sky coming in. Like a very long finger or a snake or something like that.”
“It’s paradise.”
“Will I see the world famous beaches with the pink sand?”
“Of course. A trip to Eleuthera could not go without.”
Seeing her and speaking to her now calmed my nerves and relaxed me after the recent tense days I’d been having. I had not tracked Ava’s calls at all or her whereabouts; I was trying so hard to put that whole episode out of my mind.
The palm trees passed in a blur as we traversed Public Highway under a deep blue canopy of clear sky.
“This is a sweet ride. Stafford’s?”
“No. Mine actually.”
“No way!”
She was genuinely astonished.
“A gift when I got back.”
“No fucking way. He’s in love with you.”
“Not necessarily. It could just be about the sex.”
“How does he act around you?”
“He’s a hard man to read. He’s employed me to do some email/phone hacking for him. I don’t know what that might tell you.”
“Interesting.”
“He’s recently had another girlfriend. But that was only very brief and now she’s…sick. So we’ll see what happens with that.”
“Sick how?”
“I don’t know.” I lied. “She’s just very weak. Hospitalized, I think. Some kind of bug, I suspect.”
I was telling what I assumed to be happening since I had no real information to back this up with.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
“Of course.”
“You think it was more than just sex for him?”
“Again it’s hard to say. I can’t get any real read on his thoughts.”
“Still no clue what he does for a living? To make all those billions?”
“Billions?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“I know it’s millions or billions. I’m not sure which. I never researched him.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Not at all.”
“Why not?”
“Some things are just better left to the imagination, I find.”
“Fascinating. You are bizarre.”
“When did you figure that out?”
“God, I’ve missed you. I know neither of us is gay. That’s just a label. I mean, we have sex, but that’s just like a lot of masturbation with another person. It’s not an affair of the heart per se. But…I can’t describe it. I just get the deepest feelings for you. It transcends friendship or sexuality or anything else.”
“Love?”
“It transcends love.”
She smiled.
“Beautifully put, mon ami. Beautifully put.”
Julie watched our surroundings in quiet anticipation. We passed through the gates and took the dirt road deeper into the jungle. The first white pyramid of a roof poked through the trees and she gasped. Then the villa came into view.
“This is a amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. My family has money. But nothing like this. I feel like I’m entering Jurassic Park without the dinosaurs. The star attraction is instead the ludicrously rich man in all his glorious eccentricity.”
“You’re too much, Julie. It will be interesting to have someone around to see all this who’s got some sense and who isn’t already jaded by being around it so often.”
“The girl Anna you talked about in your diary—she seemed to have some sense.”
“Yes, but she’s been around all this far too long. She’s desensitized.”
“And you’re not?”
“I’m constantly amazed. Even though it’s been almost four months, I still wake up every day not believing where I am.”
“Give it another couple months. You’ll get used to it if you’re still here.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“No worries, my lovely lady.”
In the kitchen we had a cup of coffee each before heading through the garden and the palm trees to Anse Lazio. She gawked at the opulent surroundings. The vacant beach was the icing on the cake.
“This is crazy. What luck. Who knew a girl could just put in a résumé one day and the next be walking on the beaches of the Bahamas, driving a Porsche Cayenne? And you haven’t even shown me your room yet.”
“It’s nothing special.”
“Does it have a view?”
“You can see the ocean in the distance.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“Unbelievable. You must be one of the luckiest girls alive.”
“I’m not married to him.”
“Even better. But what you just said reveals a lot.”
“I’m just saying—I’m somewhere near the bottom of the totem pole. Still a nanny.”
“For now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know you, Sophia, if only just a bit. I know you enough to know that you’re ambitious.”
“We’ve talked about a place in the company.”
“Uh huh.”
“Uh huh—what?”
“Just uh huh. First his dick, then the company, then who knows what else.”
I laughed.
“Marriage? A baby?”
“Let’s not get too carried away. I’m not that conventional.”
But I’m afraid conventional I was becoming.
“We’re gonna have fun while I’m here. Tons of it. In boatloads like gold bars.” Julie said the silliest things when she was enthusiastic about something. “Oh, Sophia, I’ve missed you so much.”
She became sentimental and tears formed in her eyes.
I coul
dn’t help sharing her emotion and tears formed in mine too. And with this I felt liberated from the prior days of agony. The darkness was made unreal by the light. Life is like the dream of a pendulum swinging between contrasting feelings. And none of it matters because it’s all transient and illusory.
The Eleutheran
October 18, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
COLOMBIAN MODEL HOSPITALIZED WITH MYSTERY ILLNESS
Ava Madeiros, aged 26, from Bogota, Colombia, has been hospitalized in Nassau with an extreme illness which causes excessive vomiting and hair loss. No other specifics about the illness have been released. Authorities have not commented as far as what they think the illness may be or the cause of it. Ms. Madeiros was hospitalized yesterday, 17 October, after falling ill during a photo shoot at Spanish Wells. After the symptoms would not abate but only increased, she was flown to Nassau for hospitalization and treatment. This story will be updated as more information comes in.
Sophia Durant’s Diary (continued)
I read the article online after performing a search for Madeiro’s name with a blocked IP address. I wondered about the other woman who had drunk from the poisoned cup, but since I didn’t have a name I couldn’t search her out. I read the rest of the day’s paper and there was nothing in it about anyone else having fallen ill. I closed the MacBook Pro, set it on the bedside table and watched the covers next to me rise and fall as Julie slept soundly. I put my arms around her and fell asleep.
I awake from a pleasant dream to the sensation of a soft tongue licking my labia and clitoris. It’s still dark. I peek under the covers to see her hair, which tickles my legs, as she tongues my vagina. She inserts her fingers and the pleasure moves in waves up through my chest. Julie kisses along my tummy, up to my chest, where she sucks my hardened nipples and squeezes my breasts together, rubbing her lower lips on mine. Amidst waves of pleasure I pass in and out of the dream state.
The next day I had a one-on-one meeting with Stafford in his office. He held up a local newspaper, flipping through it, as I entered. There was a long silence before he finally spoke.
“Someone’s coming for me. First, the dead real estate agent. Now two girls who were at my party are very sick. Looks like some kind of poisoning. I’ve seen it before in Eastern Europe. Someone’s trying to get me in trouble, but I don’t know who.”
He seemed shaken.
“You were close to the girls?” I asked.
“One of them I’ve only recently met. The other’s the wife of a past business associate. I don’t even know her.”
“You want me to spy on anyone connected with both of these girls and figure out what’s going on.”
I said it as a statement of fact.
“Yes and no. I want you to spy, but not on anyone close to them. It wouldn’t be anyone close to them who did it. It would be someone or a group unknown to them.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
“You want me to find out who it could be.”
“Yes. But I don’t, as yet, know how to go about determining that.”
“We’ll have to start with groups of suspects and narrow it down.”
I couldn’t believe my luck—the fact that he was coming to me to solve this.
As if in answer to my thoughts he mused, “You’re the one who is solely responsible for a new kind of security I’m finding myself more and more in need of. I want you to go to work immediately on this one. You may assemble a small team if you like. Drop the other task I’ve given you about the two gentlemen from the beach and pursue this—don’t drop it altogether, but put it aside for now. Understood?”
“Sure. One question.”
“Shoot.”
“Have you had any more interaction with local law enforcement? Anything at all to do with this?”
“No, nothing. I haven’t heard from them yet.”
“But you expect to…”
“I’m not really sure. We’ll see.”
That night we ate in a dining room several floors up in the villa. The last remaining light of day fell into the room that was otherwise lit by only a few candles around the table. Wonderful French dishes were served, from cassoulet and canard to tartare de boeuf. Bottles of Beaujoulais Nouveau were poured. Stafford was very friendly toward Julie who was surprisingly shy in the course of the evening. He was inquisitive about her background and how we knew each other, as well as her interests and where she’d traveled.
“I hope you come down and spend more time with us here. Also come visit next time we’re in Augustine,” Stafford called out to us as we left.
We were all tipsy and I looked forward to snuggling up with Julie.
In the room I rolled a couple joints with a new strain I had been given by Anna. It was called California One Time and it crept up slowly before delivering a hard punch with dizzying impact. We watched Daughters of Darkness as we fell asleep.
Chapter 14
The Eleutheran
October 28, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
AVA MADEIROS DIES IN HOSPITAL OF MYSTERIOUS ILLNESS
Colombian model Ava Madeiros has died in hospital on the island of Nassau after being admitted 17 October. Reportedly all her hair had fallen out, and she became increasingly nauseated and unable to eat up to the time of her death yesterday. Her mother and father stayed on Nassau for the last two weeks. No announcements have been made yet as to her funeral. The matter is still under investigation by local authorities.
Sophia Durant’s Diary
October 30, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
I experienced the mixed feelings of being relieved and mildly shocked on reading the article. It was the first mention of her in the newspaper since she had been admitted to the hospital on Nassau. I felt less guilty than after Emma Green’s death. I wondered why. I went to Google on the iPad and searched the woman’s name who had accidently ingested the poison as well. An article came up on the CNN website about her. The headline read, “Woman Dies of Radiation Poisoning.” I read on to find that the matter was under investigation by the FBI. The fact didn’t worry me, but, rather, I was mildly amused. I decided to take a stroll on the beach after my morning coffee. Turning the matter over in my mind on Anse Lazio, I felt satisfied that I had succeeded in my purpose and didn’t really mind the extra casualty involved. In the past weeks my relationship with Stafford had improved greatly. We fucked most nights when he was at the villa and I took on an increased load of personal security work for him, the results of which he seemed quite pleased with. His trust in me and my abilities increased quite a bit though he still didn’t reveal any specifics about his line of business.
As I collected bottles of baby food at a grocery store in Governor’s Harbour I noticed a funny little man checking me out from the opposite end of the aisle. I began to have a bad feeling about him, almost like a premonition, especially when he got in line right behind me. I glanced at him and further noticed his bizarre appearance. He had shaved between his eyebrows revealing the fact that his was naturally a unibrow, thick and dark like Bert from Sesame Street. He smelled bad and his manner was so grotesque that when he ventured to talk to me I was utterly repulsed.
“I see that you’re shopping here alone, ma’am,” he mumbled.
“My husband’s in the car outside waiting for me,” I lied.
“Impossible. You’re not married,” he sniffed.
The cashier looked at me sympathetically.
“This conversation’s over. Good day.”
I took my bags.
He bought some cigars and followed me out. I turned to face him. He smiled at me.
“Do you want me to call the police?” I said.
“You are free to. But that won’t really be necessary.”
He flashed me a bit of paper from his wallet. It had a picture on it.
“Glenn Carter,” he continued as he near me, “Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
My heart rate jumped. The blood drained from
my face.
“Do you want to see my identification again?” he said, showing it to me.
It appeared to be real.
“Cup of coffee, madam?” he asked with a smile.
“Sure,” I acquiesced. “Mind if I set these groceries in the car?”
“Nice car,” he said.
I put the bags in the passenger seat.
“A gift.”
“From your illustrious employer no doubt.”
“Yes.”
Several possibilities came to mind: he was here about Stafford’s business, he was here about the dead women, one or two of them, or all three. I collected myself and tried to breathe slowly as we sat down in a coffee shop across the street with a view to Tarpum Bay.
“You may have guessed why I’m here. You may not have. Nonetheless I need to ask you…you see it is imperative…that this meeting and any to follow—there will be others—remain strictly confidential…strictly between us.” His voice was nasally and hoarse from smoking.
“That’s fine. Mind telling me what it’s about?”
“It’s regarding your employer, Mr. Mark Stafford.”
I was deeply relieved to say the least.
“What’s wrong? Has he done something? I’m sensing this isn’t about tax evasion.”
He chuckled.
“No, that would involve IRS agents, not us. What we’re dealing with here is more serious than that. Quite a bit more serious.”
“I see.”
“What you may or may not know is that some women who have been linked with him have died recently. We don’t know whether these deaths were in any way caused by him, but the circumstances are rather suspicious. We’ve also been tracking his activities for some time in relation to his business dealings. But that is another matter entirely and we’ll get into that at a later date.”
“His business dealings?”
“Yes. Would you happen to know anything about Mr. Stafford’s business? Are you aware of what he does for a living? How he’s amassed his staggering fortune?”
“All I know is he’s got a hedge fund. I don’t even really know much about that.”
