This is a fast-paced action thriller that will keep you guessing to the very end. A beautiful seductress, Gena Cupel, Madam of a New Orleans bordello claims to be the renowned geneticist, Dr. Mildred Gant, who had vanished five years before.
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The following week, the Saturday night air was even more hot and sultry. The temperature in the shade that day had been a scorching one hundred and ten degrees. Sweat poured from under Mike’s linen beige, tailored suit jacket. He was more than eager to enter the cool, air conditioned Manor House. Once inside, he shuffled his way past publicly noted attorneys, Fortune Five Hundred executives and CEO’s. He listened to their conversations while he observed the assortment of guests.
The hookers were physically well endowed, statuesque and socially adept. They mingled with the male guests wearing nothing more than satin and lacy lingerie. Villedommange, the most expensive French champagne, was served in fluted glasses and carried on silver trays by young male servants dressed in black bow ties, stark white tailored jackets with no shirt and in black tuxedo pants.
As Mike wandered through several rooms, it at first reminded him of a time long ago, when on occasion he would be invited to the once famous Playboy Mansion. He then recognized one man, a prominent attorney from New York City, who was totally inebriated. The celebrated man had his arm around one femme fatale with his hand on her crotch as he sucked on her neck like a vampire drinking blood. A thought came over Mike, that the atmosphere was nothing more than a facade of sophisticated elegance with the illusion of acceptable social behavior. It was much like the acceptable behavior for the lustful evil cities of Sodom and Gomorrah.
He looked around for Miss Cupel, but the Madam of the house was nowhere to be found. He walked up to a big busted, agile blond beauty that was wearing nothing more than a skimpy bright red teddy with sheer silk black stockings attached by garters.
She smiled with interest, and pointed to the double doors to the private study as her eyes scanned his body from head to toe.
Pushing his way through a group of people that were drinking, laughing and making conversation, he got to the study entrance. He was hesitant to knock. The thought of leaving entered his mind, but he had been invited. The invitation stated that it was urgent, so he knocked then entered the room.
Once in the room he found Miss Cupel was not alone, but with five other men. Mike recognized two of them to be Louisiana’s Republican senator, William S. Hurd and his number one aide Carl Wright. Senator Hurd was tall, broad shouldered and built solid. At fifty-six, he had thinning dark hair with gray around the temples and was almost bald at the crown. When his deep piercing rounded brown eyes looked right at you, his intense glare told you he demanded your attention. His well known half smile, caricatured in many political columns, made you wonder if he was satisfied in getting the attention.
Mike had never met the Senator, but he knew Carl from his Secret Service days. Carl had hair the color of wheat and set in, blue eyes that revealed a competent gaze. He had a habit of putting his hands on his hips when he was relaxed. When his hands left his hips, you knew he was into serious business.
Baron assumed that the other three men were the Senator’s top security aides. They had powerful, muscular physiques, frowning immobilized faces and stood near the exit ways and windows of the room. Each carried a Magnum semi-automatic handgun in a shoulder holster under their unbuttoned jackets.
Mike strolled over to the Senator and Carl. The two men stood together next to the fireplace, smiling at Mike in welcome. Mike couldn’t help but stare over at Gena, who stood silent in regal posture in front of the window in back of her desk. She ignored his presence while she took a slow, deliberate puff of her thin, long cigarette. She held her gold lighter in her right hand, pressed up against her bare chest.
Three Egyptian lattice table lamps, reflected a dim light through pyramid shaped, ivory shades. Though the dull light cast shadows throughout the room, Mike still could ascertain what Gena was wearing. It was an alluring, tight fitting, ivory colored gown in thin satin with a very low plunging neckline. The gown looked like it had been painted onto her svelte figure and lower half of her breasts. Her eyes were lined with coal black eyeliner and her deep red wet lips competed with her overall salacious presence.
In a conscious effort, he forced his attention away from Gena and onto Carl with hand out ready to shake.
“Been a long time chum” Carl said, as he gave Mike a hearty slap on the back.
The two shook hands as Carl turned his attention toward the half smiling Senator.
“Mike, Senator Bill Hurd.”
“Senator,” Mike said, as he shook the Senator’s hand.
“Lieutenant Baron, how do you like New Orleans? You’ve been here eight months now?” Hurd said.
“That’s right Senator. It really can get hot down here, but still it’s an exciting city.”
“Tell me, Baron, what do you think of this fancy club for us grown boy scouts?” Hurd said, as he carefully observed Mike’s reaction to the question.
Mike’s smile vanished.
“I don’t recall, Senator, seeing your name on the guest list.”
“I’m a private member, Lieutenant,” Hurd said, sober faced.
Gena became somewhat uneasy as she listened intently to the conversation. In just half a second she had downed a full glass of champagne. She composed herself long enough to pour a glass for Mike. Her eyes refused to look at him as she handed him the glass. It appeared to Mike that she was quite nervous about something. As a matter-of-fact, she acted nothing like the self-confident woman she had been last week when they first met.
“Mike, the Senator has a proposition for you,” Carl said.
Mike took a sip of the champagne, never taking his eyes off Gena who poured herself another full glass. Her hands trembled as she held up her glass to her lips to take a sip.
“Oh really,” Mike said.
Observing that the two men acted calm, he still sensed that something wasn’t right. Carl pulled out some papers from inside a briefcase on the desk. He handed one of them, which was a photo of a woman, over to Mike. Gena turned her back to Mike, as he scrutinized the unattractive brunette in the photo.
“Not my type. Who is she?”
“The reputed geneticist, Dr. Mildred Gant,” Carl said. Gena closed her eyes and took a deep breath at the mention of the woman’s name.
“Not much in the looks department, is she?” Mike said, as he took another sip of his drink. “Wait a minute.”
He put down his glass and took another close look at the photo.
“Isn’t she that world renowned medical scientist? The one who disappeared about five years ago after claiming to have found a cure that could wipe out every virus disease known to mankind? I remember reading in the papers something about her blowing up her lab, destroying all evidence of her discovery, then vanishing without a trace. Some noted scientist she turned out to be.”