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“Single Ladies” rings out yet again in the humid Miami night.

“Jackie Dollar.”

“Jackie, it’s Sammy. I heard there’s another body at Club SB.”

“Yeah, Lady Belle’s brother has been stabbed in the alley. He was very dead when I found him.”

“You certainly seem to attract dead people, Jackie. A team is coming over. Don’t you die on me.”

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Tonight, the transcribed adventures of the femboy with the action packed expense account. America’s fabulous freelance insurance investigator……

“Yours Truly, Jackie Dollar.”

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Expense account submitted by special investigator Jackie Dollar to the home office of the American Mercantile Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an account of my expenditures during my investigation of the Genovese Matter. Expense account continued.

Expense account #8….$12. A lot of brandy.

I walked into bar at the Club SB again with the look of a defeated person. Shilo saw the look on my face and prepped a fresh shot, along with refilling my coffee flask with brandy. It had been a long night. I came to investigate a dead drag queen and all I did tonight was run across more dead bodies. I paid Shilo after my 6th shot of brandy that night and made a quick phone call to Marcia McCracken in Hartford, even though it was 3am by that point. After a couple rings she answered, though very tired.

“Marcia? It’s Jackie.”

“Jackie, it’s 3am. Why the hell are you calling me now?”

“Because I need some answers here, Marcia. I now have yet another dead body, this time a relative of Pietro Genovese. His brother, Marino, walked into the bar, demanded sex and after I asked him a question, he panicked, running off into erzurum escort the alley. When I checked the alley, I found him dead, a knife in his neck. Your company holds the entire package of insurance deals on the Genovese family, and I want to see if you can find out what Marino’s life was worth and why someone wanted him dead too. You might want to also check on a man named Marcus Langford. He was Belle’s boyfriend, but the story I got does not make a lot of sense.”

“Alright, I’ll check in the morning.” Marcia staggered.

“ok, Marcia. Good night.”

I hung up the phone and walked back to the hotel. When I staggered my almost drunk body into my room, I saw a fist heading right for my face. I don’t remember when I was out, but I was out for quite a while. When I woke up, the phone was ringing off the hook. I dragged myself up to my phone on the floor.

“…..Jackie Dollar.” I staggered.

“Jackie, it’s Marcia. Are you alright?”

“No, when I got back to my hotel, someone was in my room and punched me in the face. I literally just woke up from being out like a light. Someone was here and someone wants me out of the way, but not sure who. I’m ok, just a bit sore and hung over.”

“You sure? Get some rest Jackie, but I have the information you requested. I e-mailed it to you, but I will give you the cliff notes. I could not find any record of a Marcus Langford having our company as his insurance, because well, there’s no Marcus Langford at all. I cannot help you there. As for Marino Genovese, there was a $12 million insurance policy on his head.”

“$12 million? Who is the beneficiary?”

“Their father, Marco Genovese. He’s one of the top bosses in the mob. He has served a couple sentences in Otisville for racqueteering, bribery and other white collar mob crimes. He is the one who applied the esat escort claim on Pietro.”

“Yeah, I remember him. As for Marcus, you really can’t find him?”

“Nope. I even checked with other companies. Nothing. It is possible Marcus Langford was not his real name.”

“Damn it. I’ll have to figure it out I guess. He was murdered last night too at the Club SB. I am gonna get cleaned up and get a quick check that I am ok. It is gonna take some makeup to clean up the bruise on my face.”

“Be safe, Jackie. You are one of the best investigators out there and I do not want to lose you on my watch.”

*click*

I staggered to the bathroom, pulled out my makeup and cleaned my face up. There was no reason for the hot domme outfit this morning, probably better off just covering my wounds and throwing a quick set of shorts and a polo on in this Miami heat. Afterwards, I put on some sandals and wandered to an urgent care clinic down the street. That’s expense account #9, $80 for a quick examination. I was given a clean bill of health and wandered down to the police headquarters to check with Sammy.

“Sammy Jackson, please.”

The receptionist called his desk. “Sorry, son. Det. Jackson isn’t there. However, are you Jackie Dollar? I have a note here for you.”

“You do? Please, let me read it.” She handed it over to me and I read it.

“To Jackie, I had to step out for a meeting with a friend of mine, but the autopsy on Marcus Langford produced something you should be aware of. Go to the 3rd floor and the medical examiner will update you. Thanks, Sammy.”

I immediately turned for the elevator and rushed to the medical examiner’s office on the 3rd floor. When I came upstairs, I identified myself and the note Sammy left for me. The receptionist there showed me in a door where an Asian guy, around 45, esenler escort was sitting at his desk in a lab coat. I again identified myself and we shook hands.

“Martin Zheng. I am the Medical Examiner for Miami-Dade. I have something you should be aware of with this “Marcus Langford”. A quick check of his prints and some DNA noted that his real name was Felix Canadale. He is a wanted man in at least five different murders back in New York City. Thanks to his death, we can now close several cases on who murdered them, but each one of them have mob ties. I would presume he worked with the mafia. Det. Jackson told me you were working on a case that involved the mafia back in New York.”

“Yeah, I am. His “boyfriend/girlfriend” Pietro Genovese was murdered before Canadale was. From what I had been told they were close to each other. Now it makes more sense. My bosses at American Mercantile could not find any record of a Marcus Langford.”

“DNA results are true, this is Felix Canadale. Marcus Langford was probably just a name tied to a story.”

“Quite a story I was told. I appreciate you giving me this information. Can you please e-mail me your findings on his death when you are finished with the report? I need it for my report.”

“Sure, Mr. Dollar.”

“Thanks, and good day Mr. Zheng.”

I walked out of the Medical Examiner office and saw a short Italian person, about 65-70, sitting at a chair. The look on his face was a dead ringer.

It was Marco Genovese.

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There will be another story in our series, the Genovese Matter, next month.

“Next month, an upset daddy confronts his sons’ death. But is he really upset? Join us, won’t you?”

Yours truly,

Jackie Dollar 😉

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Yes, I know this chapter has no sexual scenes. There was a hot sex scene, ish, in Chapter 2. There will be in Chapter 5. I can’t devote every chapter in this story to hot sex. I only have about 15 minutes of text. See you all in August.

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