Detective Marco Part 1 by JM
23 photos
I had worked on the case for several weeks now. Being a private dick had its perks. I made my own hours and the money was pretty good. It also meant long hours and meals eaten out of a greasy paper bag. The downfalls seemed worth it when I would see the satisfaction on a client’s face, not to mention the check in my hand. In my business sometimes your life can be put on the line, but I had developed a tough skin along with a strong affinity for cheap booze. I’ve had my share of close calls, but none so close as the one I encountered with this case.
John Harrison walked into my office five weeks ago. He was a small man with big problems. He owned an investment company with his partner Mr. Sierra. His partner had been embezzling cash from client accounts to live a lavish lifestyle that was beyond his means; hard earned retirement money from elderly people who trusted him. This burned me. It was the kind of case I liked to sink my teeth into. Mr. Harrison an honest man was beside himself. He had come across some transferred funds on his partner’s lab top. He didn’t have time to retrieve the proof from his partner’s hard drive, before Sierra walked into the office. That where I came in.
It was cut and dry. I would follow Sierra to various locations, watch his every move. I would get a job at the investment company with Mr. Harrison’s help. I would work as an office supply guy. I would learn the layout of the office, get spare keys from Harrison and break into the office on a Sunday to steal the hard evidence. I needed to download all documents and transactions from Sierra’s lab top. I would let Harrison know what I found and hand the evidence over to the authorities. It was a run of the mill job. Mr. Harrison did warn me that Sierra had a temper, and was known to have a perverse side to him. I wasn’t worried I had dealt with my fair share of creeps. This guy was an easy read, or so I thought.
I spent weeks learning his routine. I followed him various banks, with a little flirting with a couple of bank tellers, I learned he had been making large deposits into various accounts carrying his name. After a few weeks I had confirmed something fishy was going on. All I needed was hard proof for the cops. I decided to break in the following Sunday for the files. It would be quiet and the office would be closed. I drove up to the building and made my way through the parking garage, concealed item in hand, just in case I ran into someone unexpected. I never used it, but it would help me put someone on ice until my job was done. I entered the office and downloaded what I needed on to a disk. It was all there, everything I needed to bust this punk. I carefully exited the door leading to the garage parking lot, that’s where it happened.
I was caught off guard. There he stood, Sierra with a grin on his face and a concealed item in his hand. He got the jump on me. He had known all along who I was. Mr. Harrison had sung like a canary the day he hired me. He had struck up a deal with his partner. I was being used, but for what? He took my concealed item and told me to be quiet. He punched me and I was out. When I came to I was sitting the ground. Sierra was in the process of tying me up. He tied my hands behind me. The rope felt like a tightly coiled snake wrapped around my writs. I could feel my fingers tingling. A red bandanna was pulled between my teeth keeping me from talking. I struggled but it was no use, he had me right he wanted me. I tried to sit up but was met with a XXXX to my face. He bound my ankles together to keep from running. He disappeared around the corner to bring his car around. This was my chance. I made it to my feet and began hopping to the door. If I could get inside I could hide, and maybe get the gag out of my mouth and yell for help. I hopped several feet towards the door. Just as I was about to reach the door, headlights from Sierra’s car shined on me. What was he going to do with me?
Marco played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/21/2006