Missing in Miami

Chapter 13

After we did our initial search, Blake, Ollie, and I left the top floor to let the forensic team do their job. I didn’t think they were going to turn up any new information, everything in the hotel was pretty much as Omar had told us.

We had shut the hotel down, no one was allowed in or out, Blake and I pulled the hotel manager and the desk clerks into one of the conference rooms. Blake talked to the three desk clerks as I questioned Phil Wilks, the manager. He was clearly shaken by the day’s events.

I asked, “so what can you tell me about what goes on up in the top floor?”

He shook his head, “nothing really, in the six months that I have been manager here, I have never been to the top floor.”

I was surprised, I asked, “what do you mean? Surely you or your staff are responsible for cleaning and maintenance on the floor.”

He responded, “no sir, I was given explicit instructions when I took this job to stay away from the top floor. I was told that that floor was leased out, and the tenant take cares care of all their own maintenance.”

I said, “but you have key cards for those rooms, correct?”

Phil nodded, “we just have one, we give to the guest that has the reservation and it is always returned to us by a man we just know as Chuck.”

I asked, “how do the reservations work?”

He said, “I get an email in the morning that a guest will be checking in. The guest shows up, pays for the room and we give them the key.”

I continue taking notes as I listened to Phil, I ask, “how does whoever is leasing the top floor get paid?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure, I assume that is all worked out in the lease, all our financial records are handled by our corporate office. I just see monthly totals, and the top floor is never listed in any of my reports.”

I asked, “who do you report to?”

Phil said, “the CFO, Wayne Harding, he works out of the corporate office.”

“Where is your corporate office?” I inquired.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I have never been there. Wayne always comes here when we need to meet. The rest of time we communicate with emails or phone calls.”

I asked, “what is the name of your corporation?”

He answered, "the name on my paycheck is Edwards Property Group.”

***

Alex and his group were getting settled into the country house with Rob and the others. They were all still trying to figure out what was going on. To make matters worse, Chuck and the two other men were keeping a close eye on everyone. One of them was always on the front porch as if they were watching for something.

Alex and Rob were talking and as they got acquainted, they discovered that they both were “recruited” within a couple of days of each other, and it sounded like by the same guy.

Rod had gone to the bathroom and could hear Chuck on the phone, he obviously couldn’t hear who he was talking to, but heard what Chuck was saying.

“Yes, we got them all to the country house, and I have a guard posted to watch for any company. No, he won’t be coming to see you. Well, let’s just say I had a little talk with him, he won’t be giving us any more problems. What about the other two? Yep, I understand, you’ll take care of that.”

***

As soon as we were back at the station, Blake and Ollie went to work on getting any information on the Edwards Property Group. We quickly learned that the company was started and run by Howard Edwards. Everything seemed on the up and up, they owned several hotels, apartment buildings and some commercial properties, they were all upper end buildings. Blake found the address of the Edwards corporate headquarters, he and I headed out to see if we could find Howard Edwards in his office. Ollie was staying back at the station so he could continue the search for the house we believed the boys were being kept at.

We arrived at Edwards office and were greeted by a smiling receptionist.

I showed her my badge and introduced myself and Blake, I asked, “is Mr. Edwards in?”

She said, “I am sorry, but no he isn’t.”

I asked, “do you know when he will be back?”

She shook her head, “no, I don’t, he has not called in today.”

As I was trying to decide what our next step was, a man appeared from a nearby office. He said, “detectives, I am Wayne Harding, does this have something to do with what happened at the Regency this morning?”

I nodded, “yes sir, can you answer a few questions for us?”

He motioned toward his office, “I’ll try, if you’ll come in here, we can talk.”

He closed the door as we sat down, I asked, “do you know where Mr. Edwards is?”

Wayne said, “no, I don’t, he hasn’t called in yet today.”

Blake asked, “does he come into the office every day?”

He shook his head, “not every day, but he always calls by mid-morning, I have been waiting for him to call so we can talk about what happened.”

I asked, “so what can you tell us about the top floor of the Regency, do you know who it is leased to?”

Wayne answered, “no, I don’t know much about that, I just know that it rented out and Mr. Edwards always handles all the details himself. Every month I total the receipts from that floor, deduct the monthly rent and transfer the balance to a special account that only Mr. Edwards has access to.”

I wrote my notes and asked, “and you have no idea what Edwards does with that account?”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry detective, I don’t. I asked once and was told in no uncertain terms that it was none of my business and to never ask about that account again.”

Blake asked, “and you didn’t think that was strange?”

Wayne chuckled, “detective Robbins, Mr. Edwards is not the first millionaire I have worked for, they all do some shady things to hide money or assets. I know that it is not right, but I learned a long time ago to not ask to many questions, that way if the shit ever does hit the fan, I can honestly plead ignorance.”

I said, “this is more than just hiding money, there are lives at stake here.”

He said, “I understand that now, that is why I talked to you, and I have given you all the information that I have, and I’ll try to answer any other questions that you have. I will certainly let you know if Mr. Edwards calls or shows up at the office.”

We asked a few more questions, Wayne answered them the best he could. I gave him my card as we turned to leave, I said, “please let us know if you hear from Mr. Edwards.”

He took the card, “yes sir, I will.” He set the card on his desk, then said, “detective Ridgeway, I’m not sure if it is related, but there is an apartment building on the east end of Lincoln Ave. that we own.”

I said, “ok, what about it?”

He continued, “the entire building is rented out, except the 8th floor.”

I paused, “and?”

He sighed, “there are four apartments on that floor, and even though our books show they are not rented out, we have monthly income from them, and I transfer that money to the same account as I do the funds from the top floor of the Regency.”

***

Joey woke up with Dylan’s arms wrapped around him and Dylan’s morning erection was wedged in the crack of his ass. He smiled to himself for a moment, then he remembered where he was. He felt Dylan stir, then he kissed the back of Joey’s neck, this made Joey’s smile return.

Dylan asked, “how did you sleep?”

Joey turned to Dylan, “I slept well, thanks, how about you?”

Dylan smiled, “very well, I could get used to waking up with you every morning.”

Joey gave him a peck on the lips, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

They locked lips and shared a passionate kiss as they stoked one another’s dicks.

Joey asked, “where do suppose Mr. Edwards is?”

Dylan said, “I don’t know, why?”

Joey shrugged, “I was just wondering, he hasn’t been here since yesterday morning, and he seemed upset when he took that phone call before he left.”

Dylan grinned, “who cares about Mr. Edwards, the last thing he told us to do was to get better acquainted, so let’s just do as we are told.”

Dylan pulled Joey on top of him as they resumed their kiss. Their hard cocks were dipping precum all over each other. Joey broke their kiss and began to lick his way down Dylan’s chest, he paused to spend some quality time with the two Hersey Kiss nipples that Joey had come to admire. Joey reluctantly moved from those nipples and continued his trek to ultimate prize that was at the bottom of that sexy treasure trail. Dylan made his cock dance as Joey got closer, Joey smiled up at Dylan as he licked the drop of precum from the swollen purple head. Joey savored the taste for just a minute before taking Dylan’s entire pole into his mouth. Dylan let a few approving sounds out as Joey worked over his rock-hard member. Joey released the cock and gave Dylan’s nuts a thorough licking, causing a whole new set of sounds from Dylan. Joey started to move a finger closer to Dylan’s hole, Dylan responded by spreading his legs, revealing his perfect pink pucker. Joey licked down further until his tongue was darting in and out of Dylan’s welcoming manhole. Dylan’s head was tossing back and forth as he held Joey’s head tight against his ass, a large pool of precum had formed in Dylan’s belly button. Dylan pushed Joey away, he said, “you are going to make me cum.” Joey licked the precum from Dylan’s navel on his way up for another kiss. Dylan said, “now let me suck your cock.” Joey sat across Dylan’s chest and fed him his dick, Dylan licked up one side and down the other. Once Joey’s cock was coated in Dylan’s spit, he once again raised his legs and begged Joey to fuck him. Joey grinned as he positioned himself at Dylan’s love tunnel entrance, they kissed as Joey slowly pushed in. Once again, Joey and Dylan’s lips were locked together as Joey began his assault on Dylan’s hole. They both felt their nuts tighten as the feeling of impending orgasm built, as if on cue, Dylan’s cock erupted, his cream gluing the two taught torsos together. Joey filled Dylan’s canal with his seed at the exact same moment. They gave each other one final kiss before they went to the shower to clean up. They went out to kitchen and made some breakfast before they cuddled together on the couch. Joey thought Dylan was right, he could get used to being wrapped in Dylan’s arms.

As they searched for something to watch on TV, Dylan asked, “so, what would I have to do to get into college, if we get out of here?”

Joey smiled, “you just need to apply, then register for classes. Did you finish high school?”

Dylan nodded, “I have my GED. Will that work?”

Joey said, “yes it does, look this isn’t a fancy Ivy League school, you just have to take a simple admission exam, there are very few people that don’t get accepted.”

Dylan thought for a minute, “how much would this cost?”

Joey shrugged, “I don’t know the exact cost, but you could get scholarships and financial aid. You could even go to one of the hospitals and start as an aid there. A lot of the hospitals are always looking for nurses and will let you work part-time and will help pay for your schooling.”

 Dylan looked at Joey, “really?”

***

We were in my office going over all the new information that we had gathered today.

Blake said, “ok, we know Rob was abducted by Jesse and is being used to make videos, he’s in a house, but we are not sure where the house is just yet.”

Ollie piped up, “I have eliminated three of the four neighborhoods, I am leaning toward the house being out in the country somewhere.”

I nodded, “yep, I think you’re right Ollie, stay on that. We also know that Alex was taken to be used to service Johns, or Omars as it were, in the hotel, also abducted by Jesse.”

Blake asked, “what about Joey, he was abducted by Tyler, where is he, and what is he being used for?”

I said, “I’m not sure yet, but I have the DA working on a search warrant for that apartment building on Lincoln Ave., He said he probably wouldn’t be able to have the warrant until tomorrow morning.”

Blake said, “well I’m pretty sure that the videos were filmed in a house on the main floor, they couldn’t be in that apartment building on the 8th floor.”

I asked, “and where in the hell are Jesse and Tyler? We really need to talk to them.”

Blake nodded, “yes, them and Howard Edwards.”

I stood up and paced, “yes, what about Howard Edwards? He is involved in this somehow, you can’t tell me he doesn’t know what was going on in that hotel.”

Blake added, “and he knows who that floor is leased to.”

I nodded, “yep, but where is he?”

The captain appeared in my doorway, “I think I can answer that.”

I asked, “what’s going on captain?”

He said, “we just got a call from a woman, she claims to be Edward’s maid. She went to his house this morning to clean and found Howard Edwards dead. He had an empty pill bottle in one hand and an empty bottle of scotch in the other.”

 

To be continued…