Waves of Murder (36 page)
“I bet there are hundreds of princesses at home that would jump at the chance,” she said, laughing.
“There were one or two candidates,” he said, “but I wasn’t interested,” he lied.
“So,” she said, “I will tell you about me, it’s not much really, my name is Gudren Voigter from Stuttgart, I am 32 years old and I too was educated in England, at Roedean which I loved. It is a beautiful school in Sussex on the south coast. I haven’t travelled an awful lot apart from the usual, you know, skiing in Switzerland, Gstaad, the Riviera, Marbella, the hotspots. I’d love to go to America, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood. My father is a director of Mercedes Benz and soon will retire after 40 years with the company, but he will still be a big shareholder as his pension.”
A major share-holder in Mercedes Benz, wow! he thought, this lady is very wealthy, but why no jewellery he asked himself. He decided to invite her to the Gala Party in the grand ballroom the next night to see if she wore any diamonds. The Gala Party was indeed an enormously splendid affair, a western orchestra of yesteryear playing Gershwin, Goodman and Glenn Miller, then there was a Beatles tribute group that were superb and a Queen tribute band with a Freddie Mercury incarnate who really set the room alight. What a night! “The best,” Gudren said as she thanked Solly, giving him a full blown kiss with a beautiful soft mouth on his. His body tingled, not because of the kiss, but because of the huge emerald on a diamond studded chain around her neck which had been partially hidden by her high necked dress. The black mist came down as he realised that he was looking at a million dollars worth, at least, of the most exquisite stone he had ever seen ...... he had to have it, but how? Already a plan was formulating in his mind, we’ll take a ride into the desert in my SLS, she’ll like that, and then I will go to work and that wonderful emerald will be mine. He suggested that they have a nightcap and take a ride into the desert, she readily agreed and finished her drink quickly. He ordered his car to be brought up from the car park, when she saw it she said, “How wonderful, I have one of these but mine is black, how beautiful it is in white,” she said, “let’s go!” and got into the passenger seat. He drove slowly from the hotel and then on to the road that led to the desert highway, then he put his foot hard down on the gas pedal and wham! the V12 engine went crazy and they were soon doing 120mph in just a few seconds. With nothing on the road the miles slipped by, he stopped at a ruined temple and drove off the road and behind a high wall, Gudren sat smiling provocatively, “What is going to happen now?” she asked as she hitched up her dress to reveal a beautiful pair of legs. “With this dress I don’t wear any lingerie,” she said, giggling sexily, “do you want to make love to me?” she asked.
“Yes, of course!” he said, and leaned over and kissed her beautiful mouth, at the same time his hand caressed her thighs and vagina. She started to moan with pleasure, she was very moist and warm and she reached for his erect penis. He opened the door and they fell on to the soft sand, her orgasmic screams could only be heard by the desert creatures and the stars. His plan was now complete in his mind, it was very chancy but with his mentor in charge he was confident that it would work. As she lay there he took her head in his arm, she smiled as he twisted it through 90 degrees and her neck snapped. It was quick, she just laid there staring at the night sky, he removed the necklace, loaded her back into the passenger seat, then drove further up the highway for about two miles. Then, spinning the car around, he drove back towards the ruins, 100 - 120 - 140 - 150 mph and as soon as he was almost level with the ruins he put the car into a sideways slide, it hit the wall with tremendous force that threw him out of the car on to the sand at the side of the tarmac. He lay there for about 20 minutes before he gained the strength to stand up, he walked over to what was left of his beautiful car, the headlights were still shining and the engine was running, where she had been sitting was completely crushed and her body squashed into a space of about 12 inches. He started to walk away from the wreck, when there was a sudden gust of wind and in the sand at his feet appeared the word ‘NOW’. He looked back, and sitting in the driver’s seat was Jonathan Andrew Weston just staring into the night, with dead eyes. The emerald necklace was again around Gudren’s broken neck. He walked on for about three metres and then realised his footsteps left no prints in the sand. A sudden gust of wind, and Jonathan, Keiron and Suliman ............. were gone.
THE END
EPILOGUE
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fter being married for just four years, the Novaks divorced, the reasons being that their careers had made them grow apart. His police work and her working evenings meant that they saw very little of each other. Mel settled for $250,000 and just went back to New York City PD. Luckily, Colletti had just retired and he was made Precinct Captain.
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Ben, the car valeter, passed all his exams and set up his practice as an attorney in New York. Every week his young nephew would come to valet his Jaguar, Ben’s pride and joy.
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Vasili and Mikhail were killed when their Jetstream jet exploded at 30,000 feet over Siberia on their way to Vladivostok. A rival family had bribed a mechanic to plant a bomb aboard, he was caught and put through the carcass grinder. The rival family eventually took over the St Petersburg operation.
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Lorna Harper became manageress of a very up-market boutique in Brighton and married the owner.
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Vicky Weston continued in her private practice, but dumped David when she found him in bed with a young boy at her house. She had returned early from a medical conference in Paris.
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What happened to Jonathan Weston ............. is your guess !!!
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