UC Donovan
To Catch Another Thief
By LMVT
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. The characters of Frank Donovan, Alex Cross, Monica Davis, Cody, Jake Shaw and Sonny Walker were created and are owned by Shane Salenrno and Don Wilson and produced by NBC Studio's. No infringements intended!!! All other characters were created and are owned by the author.
The above picture was taken from the UC Undercover website on www.nbc.com.
This story is rated PG-13
Author’s note: My last short story had the character of Sonny Walker as Boss. It has been clarified that this character is a murderous master thief and I will now continue that scenario. Paul Bloom will take the role of Frank Donovan’s Boss at the Justice Department.
The cabbie left Frank off in front of Trump and he paid the fare, got out and started for the building, which was busy as always. It was ten in the morning and he knew Marisca would be home as they were still watching her with the cameras Cody had set up. After today they would be on another assignment, even though they would keep an eye on her until her next move. So far the woman only did one job and year, but that could change any moment. Donovan got in the elevator and pressed the fiftieth floor, now anxious and also pissed off from what she had put him through. The young woman standing next to him kept looking at him smiling, wanting the handsome Donovan to say something to her. His face was intense. It was dark as he was, as he put his hand through his short graying hair. The elevator got to his floor and he left pacing to her door. 5001. Frank banged his fist on it.
“I know you’re in there!” he shouted. “Open this damn door Vanius!”
The little Scottie was barking and he kept banging on it until he heard the deadbolt and the door unlock and open. Marisca was bending over holding her dog back while looking up at Frank. She had expected to see him and now did, much to her delight. Marisca could not get him out of her mind and she had found their cat and mouse game quite thrilling if not amateurish on his part she thought. He had just been too easy to outwit but he was handsome and very sexy, as he looked now in a pair of black jeans that fit tightly against his trim legs. The part she was most interested in her head was level at from bending over and the denim was much tighter there from his obvious interest in her.
“You might as well come in Donovan”, she said standing up and walking back in to her living room with Scottie and him following. “I was expecting you.”
“Wanting to gloat about putting one over on me?” he asked sarcastically.
“I knew you’d take this personally” she replied softly now approaching him. Now she stood very close. “I did too.”
Marisca came to him and put her arms around his chest and her lips on his full ones that she could not resist. Frank’s desire got the better of him and he wrapped his arms around her bringing her in tighter so she could feel what her eyes had shown him. She showed her own desire. He could feel her hands go up and down his body while their tongues stabbed at each other in a first passionate kiss. She broke off abruptly and walked away with her hips swaying more pronounced as she wore a very tight long knit skirt. Her sweater fit her top, which Frank had now felt against him making him want now to see more.
She laughed now. “You’re so easy! Even with my kiss. You didn’t think I wanted to kiss you. I just wanted to see if you had a wire on. Isn’t that what this little visit’s about?”
“Your ploy at the theatre was commendable”, he stated coming closer to her taking his leather jacket off and tossing it on a chair.
“You were stupid enough to let me out of your sight. God! I knew I could get away from you. I enjoyed it. I could have easily done it later that night. But it was fun wasn’t it?” she smirked going over to the bar and getting a bottle of wine out. “Do you want a drink?”
He walked towards her and she could see there was some purpose in his eyes other than bringing her to justice. Her report from the CIA said he was a dangerous man. Marisca took a quick sip of her white wine putting the glass down as he came up to her having watched him peel his sweater off. His chest was bare and hairless defined with well- toned muscles and she gasped.
“Drink?” he replied now. “I want you. Bitch!”
With that he grabbed her, bringing her again to him in a kiss that she returned with her own strong emotions that was both desire and hate as it was with Frank. He then reached for the bottom of her sweater as his lips were still on hers, then broke away and brought it up with one jerk over her head. Then her took her bra off, now seeing what felt so good against his chest. He brought her again to him with his right hand up to feel her.
“Where’s your bed?” he asked huskily taking a taste of her lips and then biting the lower one.
She laughed slightly. “You know where it is. You still have your little cameras all over”, Marisca said reaching for the zipper on his jeans. “Are they watching us now?”
“Yes. I want them to watch us doing it” he replied taking her hand and leading her towards her bedroom.
Both were hotter at the thought of a bit of voyeurism, but the fact was that no one was watching as she had also taken the cameras with audio out before he came but he did not know that. Frank knew that most criminals wanted deep down to get caught and that was why they took such risks, as Marisca had done with him. She got away then, but not the next time Donovan swore and he would do whatever it took.
Her bed was a four- poster Colonial and Frank thoughts went to the sexual and what he could do to her in that bed. She continued working on his zipper becoming frustrated.
“I can’t get this damn thing down over you”, she stated.
Frank had taken her knit skirt, and with it her panties bringing them down over her hips and her thighs letting them finally drop for her to step out of. Then he unzipped his jeans bringing the tight material along with his briefs down, showing her what had prevented her from doing the job.
“God! He’s magnificent”, she thought as she looked at him reaching out to hold him. “Is this what you use to get what you want?” she asked as she continued to hold him.
“It’s what I’m going to use now”, he said roughly shoving her on the bed. “I’m going to use it until you tell me what I want.”
He got on the bed on top of her positioning himself quickly as she did herself for his onslaught, which came quick and hard.
“God” she moaned as he began. “You’re not the first that’s tried this way to get to me.”
He looked at her face as he leaned on his elbows bringing her closer to her spasms. The way she breathed and her moans told him he was satisfying her completely as she was with him.
“I’m the one you’re going to remember. You’ll want more of this” he was able to get out now with his last hard stroke against her, bringing them both to a glorious end.
Frank kissed her shoulder and then came from her laying back until he got his breath back to normal. Marisca still breathless leaned on her arm looking down at his face and then his beautiful body.
“So. I’ll go along with this little routine of yours”, she stated knowing he had done this many times as an undercover agent. “I know you want me put away permanently. But what else do you want from me?”
Frank did use his overt sexuality many times undercover and now she made the first move that he had anticipated. He sat up now, looking at her body reaching out to caress it with the back of his hand from her shoulder down to her hip bringing it between her legs for one final gasp from her lips. She saw the seductive look on his face and his bedroom eyes waiting for his answer.
“I want Sonny Walker” he finally stated leaning towards her for a kiss which Marisca enjoyed, ending by taking his full lower lip between her teeth tugging at it before they broke away.
She laughed truly amused now. “Sonny Walker? I haven’t heard that name in ages. He’s still around?”
“You know he is. And I want you to help me get him” Frank stated as he now got up from the bed grabbing his briefs and jeans.
“Where are you going? We just got started!” Marisca exclaimed wanting another repeat performance from her new lover. She wanted him now and for more than just that day.
“I’ve got a plane to catch” Donovan replied. “If you want more from me you’ll find him. And by the way you ‘came’ so easily now, you’ll do it fast.” He came over to the bed and leaned over it once again kissing her. “Won’t you love?”
Marisca started laughing again as she finally stood up. He was very sure of himself and very sure of his sexual prowess she thought, as she went to her closet for a robe. She would help him but first she would jerk him around a little.
“Well, that’s a tall order. I’ll think about it” she replied fastening her silk robe and walking out of the bedroom.
Frank put his sweater on and his shoes that were back at the bar where she was again sipping her wine.
“Don’t take too long Marisca. Or I’ll change my mind” he retorted giving her a beautiful and very perfect white smile.
“Don’t make me laugh again. You enjoyed the sex. It’s probably the best you’ve had in years. What else can you give me in return for my help?” she smiled back following him to the door, which he opened.
“I’ll have to think about it. I’ll see you later” he stated bringing her at him for another lip lock that was quick and forceful as he was. “One way or the other. I’ll see you when I arrest you or the next time I F…. you. It’s up to you.”
“I’ll be in touch Donovan” she replied thinking the later part of his statement was the more preferable. She closed the door as he said something but she did not catch it. “Whatever” she stated in reply.
Marisca went back in to the living room and picked up her cellular from the table and dialed a number she had not rung for quite a while. It rang several times until there was an answer.
“Sonny! Hello darlin’ it’s Lesley!” she stated using one of her many alias.
The very low voice laughed at first. “My God! Did you fall off the face of the earth?”
“No” she laughed. “I’ve been busy with my antique business going around Europe trying to find deals!” she spoke in a very southern accent.
“Damn! I was hoping to get you in bed again” he laughed as they had been intimates for a while years ago. “You know I’m the only one that could give you what you needed.”
“Yeah, how could I forget? But remember I’m married. Sort of” she stated baiting him slightly which he took quickly.
“So there’s still hope for me? You never did tell me how you met this guy”, he asked.
“I was trying to smuggle in some antiquities from South America and Customs stopped me. This guy fell for me on the plane and he bailed me out. He’s well connected in South America. Anyway, it’s a long story and I ended up marrying the guy to keep out of jail” she finished that fiction.
“Sounds like how we met Lesley!” he laughed. “So what’s this call about?”
“I was thinking about you and the time we had in Dallas”, she laughed seductively as the memory was of them in bed. “I’ll be in Charleston Wednesday and hoped we’d get together.”
“With your husband?” he asked very interested in seeing her again and repeating that memory.
“Unfortunately yes. He’s crazy about me, but I can get time away for a private visit” she said in her sexiest voice.
“I’ll make it a point to be around. Call me when you get here” he stated and then hung up.
Sonny had fond remembrances of Lesley who had come in to his life abruptly and left it just as abruptly five years ago. Now she called him out of the blue and he was suspicious as he was with everything, especially a woman he had helped many times smuggling various art objects she had acquired or stolen. All he knew now was that he wanted desperately to see her again no matter what angle she was playing. Marisca had known Sonny for many years as an operative with the CIA, which she still was. Sonny and Donovan did not have a clue and she laughed to herself, knowing she was untouchable to both. Ofcourse she liked the new game Frank started with her, but she had the support of the CIA in everything she did so being arrested by the agent was not going to happen. And as for Sonny Walker, he was a target for the agency not to bring to justice, but to use in their war against the drug cartel and the men that ultimately ran it. Walker had connections with them and they knew it. But to her knowledge and that of the CIA’s, the Justice Department of which Donovan was their best agent, was not aware of this. Donovan wanted him for some other reason and that she was positive was just his dealings in theft and murder. Well, at least she thought those were the reasons. That was why Marisca decided quite quickly to help Frank and see what was really going on. It was something else that brought him to start playing his seduction game with her.
Frank arrived in Washington DC at one-thirty as it was a short flight from New York. It was raining and he hated anything but perfect weather, he repeated to himself as he ran from the terminal to the car that was waiting for him driven by Alex.
“Hi” she said as he got in the front with her after throwing his luggage in the trunk she had popped open.
“God! I hate rain!” he exclaimed. “And I hate this city.”
“Well, we’ll get our new assignment and probably be out of here by tonight” she laughed back heading in to the traffic of the DC Airport.
“Where is everyone?” Frank asked sitting back for the hectic drive to the Justice Department.
“At the office catching up with paperwork. Cody is updating his equipment. He’s bent out of shape because of that Vanius woman. He just can’t get over making so many mistakes and he’s blaming it on his equipment” Alex smiled even though she herself was bent out of shape by the disaster.
“Yeah. Me too! I paid her a visit before I left New York. She knows Walker” he looked over at the very thin agent who was tougher than she appeared. “I tried to make a deal with her.”
“To help get Walker?” she stated. “We’ve been trying to infiltrate his organization for years. What kind of deal did you make?” She saw the erotic smile on his face. “Oh God! Don’t tell me!”
“Yeah. Sex!” he laughed back.
“Do you really think you’re that hot?” she joined in his mirth.
“Yeah! But I’ll have to offer her something else. I do know she likes to take chances and I think this intrigues her on some level. I’ll have to run it by Bloom” Donovan exclaimed. “But she does want me! And bad!”
“Sure!” replied Alex. “If you say so! It doesn’t even bother you does it?”
“No. It doesn’t”, he stated back. It did not bother him to have sex with a beautiful woman with the added possibility he would gain something in return.
The Justice Department was housed in a large complex just in the center of the city. Alex parked in the employee lot and they got out heading for the entrance where they went through security checks. It was not that busy as they made their way to the elevator having been after lunch and everyone was no doubt back at their desks. Donovan stopped at the tenth floor and got out, while Alex proceeded up to the fifteen to find her co-workers who were being debriefed about what went wrong in their last case. Frank walked down the long hallway and was greeted by his boss’s secretary Samantha, a very pretty and efficient red head that had been after him since she started five years ago.
“He’s waiting for you” she smiled leaning over to show her cleavage, which he did look at readily.
“Thanks Sam” he replied smiling, not really having any opinion about her other than she was not his type.
“Donovan! Sit down!” Bloom shouted from the small bathroom he had off the side of his office.
He had heard Frank with his secretary and was anxious to lay in to his agent about Marisca Vanius. Paul Bloom was an over-ambitious twit thought Donovan as he sat in front of the man’s desk waiting. He did not deal with directly most of the time, only through others. But his assignments and his screw-ups, which were few in number, always brought him for a face-to-face with the man.
“So what went wrong Donovan?” he asked finally coming from the bathroom over and sitting behind his desk in his slightly elevated chair. A power play he had learned when he got in to management with the Agency.
“She knew who I was Bloom” Frank stated and then took her note from his pocket to confirm it. “She was tipped off!”
“Yeah. There’s more behind this woman. I’ve tried to get information from the CIA on her and they’re just giving me the run around” Bloom replied sitting back. “If she’s an operative for them then she’s a very different one.”
“Why’s that?” Frank asked curious to his take on her.
“If she is they’ve let her get away with some of the biggest heists on record. I just can’t fathom at this time why the CIA would allow that. I’ll find out though”, he stated adamantly. “Anyway, I want you to replace Cody. He screwed up and got too cocky. It caused us the case, him falling for her ploy.”
“I’m responsible Bloom. I should have known nothing comes that easily. Looking back it was all too simple. The conversation she had with the Nasdaq guy, with her cousin and the supposed code they relayed. Then the opera. God! She was playing us royally! But I want Cody, Bloom. We all make mistakes and he’s getting himself up to speed. He won’t make the same mistake.”
“Fine! One more chance! Anyway, we found the man from Nasdaq. The authorities in Caracas, Venezuela found his body. His throat was slit and he had money shoved in his mouth. Some statement from someone, but not Vanius. She’s not the murdering type”, stated Paul.
“Yeah, but Sonny Walker is” replied Donovan sure there was a connection if just a remote one. “I went to her place at Trump Towers before I left NYC. God! I can’t believe she has the audacity to just stay there!”
“She’s untouchable. Why not?” Bloom answered. “So what did you say?”
“It’s more what I did”, he laughed and Bloom shook his head.
“I don’t want to hear about your sexual activities Donovan. What happened?” Bloom questioned.
“I told her I’d make a deal if she helped me get Walker. She wants more than I can personally offer. But, she loves the game obviously. Maybe she’ll do this just to play”, he stated.
“Well, we’ll have to hope you intrigued her, because there isn’t anything I can officially offer her. Not without knowing more about who we’re dealing with”, Bloom stated.
“So what is my group suppose to do now Bloom?” asked Donovan wondering is he had a new assignment.
“Carlos Cortez’s son Miguel is in Miami. Just from Caracas” he stated looking at Frank’s surprised look at a possible connection. “That’s right. There maybe something there. I don’t know but I want you to go pay a visit to Cortez in prison. See what he says or more than likely doesn’t say. Then go to Miami and check Miguel out.”
Marisca called her boss at CIA just to inform him of Donovan’s last visit which they both expected after they had leaked the information that she knew Sonny Walker. She had infiltrated Walker’s organization years ago when he was first linked with Carlos Cortez the South American drug lord but the agency lost interest when Cortez was convicted and imprisoned. Now, however things were picking up and a drug shipment the size no one had ever heard of was going to take place per one of the CIA’s most experienced agents had discovered and was able to convey before his untimely death. When it was to occur was anyone’s guess and now Marisca’s job to find out. Her payment would be the entire shipment of drugs, which if this were accomplished would be her biggest payoff yet. Donovan did not have to offer her anything in exchange for her help as she was already offered more from her own Agency. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain. A new lover if she played her cards right and wealth beyond King Midas.
Donovan left Bloom’s office and started up to the fifteenth floor where his staff had offices available when they were at headquarters. His cellular went off and he took it from his jacket and activated it.
“Speak to me”, he answered harshly as he was in a hurry and irritated from his interview with Bloom who was irritating himself.
“It’s me”, the woman’s voice stated and he recognized Marisca’s pleasant voice.
“So what have you decided?” Frank inquired.
“What do you have to offer me besides yourself?” she asked knowing the answer.
“Nothing love. Just me F..ing you” he laughed in return and she joined in.
“Well, I think I would enjoy that. I’ve got nothing on my plate right now anyway. Come to suite 310 of the Meeting House Inn in Charleston, South Carolina the day after tomorrow. If anyone asks you’re Jesus Cortez and use your best Spanish accent” she stated and hung up before Frank could ask any questions.
“Jesus Cortez?” he asked himself, knowing she was making a link with Carlos’s family. He would have Alex research the name and see if there was a Jesus Cortez connected with the drug cartel, which there was she readily discovered. He was a very distant cousin of Miguel’s who had last been seen three years ago in a stronghold in the mountains of Venezuela. He was roughly the same age as Frank who could very easily pass for the Latin and had a mean Spanish accent to go along. But as for Charleston, he had not the faintest idea why he would meet Marisca there of all places. It was Monday now so he would go down to Miami with his team to get them settled working on Miguel Cortez and then fly up to South Carolina Wednesday morning. Donovan was going to forget about interviewing the drug lord and he was also going to forget telling his boss.
“You’ve got one more chance Cody” stated Frank when he was putting up the new equipment he was issued in the house they acquired near the home Miguel Cortez was staying at in north Miami.
They flew down Monday night and very quickly discovered where the young man was staying. He did not keep a low profile, as he was drinking, womanizing and throwing his money around the city. The local police were watching him from the time he passed through customs, but Donovan steered clear not informing them of his Agency’s presence. Frank and his group knew from experience that he was probably there just for fun and was not going to give them any information but they would keep an eye on him anyway in the remote possibility he would. By Tuesday he was anxious to get to Charleston and Marisca and see what she was up to.
Wednesday came soon enough and Donovan hopped an early six am flight north, to Charleston arriving at eight in to the not so busy airport. He had no trouble renting at car quickly and set out, having gotten directions from the Hertz woman, towards town and the Meeting House Inn appropriately on Meeting Street. Charleston was a charming city lined with old and new white painted southern style homes. Even the small shops and restaurants reflected what he called a pre-Civil War era look before the ravages of those times took hold. Now the city took pride in its appearance and Frank could tell as he drove down the magnolia lined and very clean streets towards the Inn where Marisca was. He finally found the larger Inn that had roughly fifty rooms he said to himself from the size of it. Frank kept to himself going through the small lobby of the three- story structure finding the elevator, getting in and going to the third floor. As he strolled down the hallway, room service was delivering breakfast to one of the suites and as he approached Frank saw it was 310 obvious now that Marisca was there and awake. He heard her say something using a slight Southern accent indicating to him she was in a different persona.
“Thanks Mrs. Cortez” the young man said as she handed him a good tip. “It’s nice to see you here again. Are you finally going to sell that house of yours?”
“That’s why I’m here Robbie and a small vacation with my husband” she stated as Frank now came through the door.
“Did I hear my name mentioned?” Frank asked laughing, putting on his Spanish accent trying to sound like a combination of Julio Iglesias and Antonio Banderas.
“Jesus! Hi! So you finally got here Darlin’. I ordered breakfast for us” Marisca spoke ever so softly, coming over for a kiss on the cheek as the waiter left.
Donovan secured the door and then came over for a more thorough undertaking with his lips full on hers. He danced his tongue around hers briefly tasting her then broke off abruptly. He took the leather jacket off of his more continental ensemble, which included tight black leather jeans and a black silk shirt. Marisca was impressed by his accent and his image now, as he did appear the part she wanted him to play.
“So who are you suppose to be Darlin’?” he asked smiling, sitting and having some orange juice from the set up table.
“Lesley Cortez. Formerly Travis. Walker has helped me through the years when I was doing some smuggling from South America. He knows I’m married but never met Jesus. Unfortunately he’s dead now but Sonny doesn’t know this”, she stated.
“So I’m Jesus now. Who is this guy anyway?” Frank inquired sure he was not going to get any truth from her but a distorted version.
“He’s a man I met on a plane from Lima five years ago. We fell madly in love and he was quite wealthy. Jesus died in a small plane crash down there.” she replied looking sad he thought but that could be a ploy also.
“So. How did you find out about me?” he finally asked and she began to laugh.
“I’m not going to tell you honey” she replied getting back to her accent. “That’s my secret but I know you. You’ll try to find out. Just don’t expect me to make a full confession to you about what you think I am or have done.”
Donovan popped a small biscuit in his mouth eating it while looking at the blond woman carefully. Ofcourse he did not expect her to tell him about her spy days or the other jobs she did. He knew she did them and she knew he knew, so there was not point. But he was still curious.
“So why am I really here?” he asked drinking the orange juice as the biscuit was dry.
Marisca shook her head smiling. “Why not! Let’s make this game more interesting” she stated getting up and going over to the small bar to the side. “Jesus, I found out belonged to a drug connected family. I still have contacts with them and apparently so does Sonny. To make a long story short, there’s a two billion dollar shipment coming in to the country soon. We both know it but just not when it will happen or where. And we both want it. I’ll help you Donovan but it’s up to you in the end, to either get Sonny or me when we get the goods so to speak.”
“You’re still not answering my question”, he stated knowing she was giving him the truth now about the drugs and her intention to steal them.
“I want you to get Sonny. He screwed me in our last dealings together. But I want to give him a sporting chance. If you win you get him or maybe me. If I win you’ll be my boy toy for a while” she laughed again not really serious but enjoying the thought.
“When do we see Walker? Obviously he’s got a place in Charleston” Donovan inquired.
“He’s got a home just outside the city and we’re invited for cocktails at four” she said light heartedly. “I made it later hoping you’d get here early. You know! You did promise me a roll in the hay! And please don’t use the F word anymore. I can’t stand that word!”
“I think I’d like being your boy toy” he stated is his low seductive voice.
She watched as he got up slowly with a devilish smile on his face and an evil twinkle in his eyes. He looked at her, still in her very red silk pajamas and robe with that messed up hair he loved that crossed her eyes slightly giving her a bedroom look all the time. Frank came up to her and quickly took her robe off dropping to the floor and then jerked her bottoms off giving him a view of her most prized possession and what he had wanted to get at since he entered the room seeing her again. Marisca gasped out loud as she felt his fingers reach for her telling him what he wanted to know. He picked her up easily kissing her as he crossed the large room over to the bed dropping her down. She enjoyed looking at him get undressed, showing her again his bare chest which she loved, not liking hairy men. The hair he did have was enough as she could now see his underarms as he took his shirt off over his head in one sweep, while he kicked off his shoes.
“God! Can’t you do it any faster?” she said frustrated as she took off her top leaving her au-natural.
Frank unzipped his leather pants and laughed. “I’d love to Darlin’ but these leather pants are shit to get out off.”
Marisca got up and stood in front of him as he sat on the bed. She grabbed the bottom of his pants and started to pull them from him as he looked on in amusement, finally getting the job done more expediently. And seeing he wore no briefs to encumber his private parts turned her hotter than she had been since he walked in to the room. She crawled up to him and gave him immediate satisfaction with her hands. Frank leaned back moaning as he felt her on him and he could not hold back as he lost control. He took his hands and reached under her arms bringing her up against him fully on top and laid back on the bed. With his hands he felt her body from her large top to her very womanly thighs, kissing her lips, biting them then moving to her neck and shoulders. He rolled her over and now took hold of her size c’s and did his work bringing her to pleasure now as he did more fully at her lower spots. They repeated the process and their eventual joining until three in the afternoon, when they were both spent and well satisfied both realizing they were well suited for each other sexually. That was the only thing they could really invest in now was sex and nothing more.
They took a shower to get that smell of sweat and sex off, then dressed for the remainder of the day. Donovan back in his leather outfit and Marisca in an olive green shawl collared top and matching knit skirt, which was long reaching her ankles. Frank liked them shorter but this was quite sexy, as it made her move in tiny steps and her hips wiggled like they did when she wore the other outfit back in New York. She wore tiny shoes with equally tiny heels and he towered over her making him feel very masculine as he helped her on with a matching leather jacket. They did look like a couple as they both finally left the Meeting House Inn for her car that was parked on the street. It was a gold Ferrari, which Frank laughed at as they approached, as it looked garish.
“God! Where did you get this?” he asked as she pressed the key chain to deactivate the alarm.
“What? You don’t like the glitter?” she laughed back. “I know! It was my husband’s. What can I say? He had terrible taste!”
“It looks like a pimp mobile” he continued his mirth grabbing the keys from her and helping her in the passenger side. “At least it’s black inside. So where to?” he stated after getting behind the steering wheel.
“Go straight, then go right at Marion Square and passed the Farmer’s Market on Hutson” she stated as he started up the powerful engine and then took off at the speed of light. “You do drive like Jesus. That’s for sure!”
“But did he give it to you like me?” he asked provocatively and she just laughed.
“That’s another thing you’ll never find out from me. Let’s just say you have more than he did” she exclaimed reaching over and grabbing him hard with her right hand.
Sonny was anxious to see Lesley after so long but she was bringing her husband much to his disappointment. He did want to finally meet this Cortez cousin no one had seen for a while and knew nothing about. Walker had been involved with the family in the slightest of dealings but his mainstay was like Marisca, and he had successfully done some very large heists. Lesley had just been a sideline. Some woman he had helped out in a pinch in her first attempt to smuggle pre-Columbian art from South America where he happened to be flying out of when she was detained. He had connections with the Cortez family and he got her off and helped her with future smuggling endeavors. She was a novice doing it for her struggling antique business in Charleston, where he had by coincidence a home. He thought nothing of her being anything other than what she said and even when she married Jesus Cortez, he did not think anything of the connection.
Marisca was good at her little “spy” games and she had become a part of Sonny’s life and his bed and he wanted that back now he thought, as he watched the Ferrari pull up his driveway. Sonny was very sure of his own masculinity even though he did not possess looks like the young man he saw getting out of the car. He had the experience of ten years plus under his belt and below it, he laughed to himself thinking of the times he had spent with Lesley. He saw her now dressed as always to perfection in the latest fashion and the leather he loved on her which made him more aroused with anticipation. Sonny opened the front door of his southern mansion and walked on to the large porch greeting the couple.
“You made it!” he shouted as they approached looking directly at Marisca who winked his acknowledgment.
“Hi Darlin” she shouted back and Frank then took her hand possessively bringing her closer still feeling the sexual tension that had been in the car on their drive over.
“So I finally meet Jesus”, he stated as they came up the stairs of the porch and shook hands with Frank. A good, firm handshake from both that spoke of their characters to each other, that of being strong men and self-assured.
“Good afternoon Senor Walker” Frank replied in his very tantalizing accent Marisca thought.
“Call me Sonny. All my friends do” Sonny laughed showing them in to his home and towards the living room. His butler came out with drinks as they sat. “Whiskey sours with good Southern Comfort” Sonny stated as his man served the drinks. “So Jesus. I heard you had a hard time of it after that plane crash.” He asked testing the young man on what information he did have about Jesus.
Frank and Marisca were both surprised he had known about that, but she was sure he had heard nothing of Jesus’ death. She took Frank’s hand and squeezed it, reassuring him of that fact and he caught on.
“No. I walked away. But the others in the plane died” he stated giving himself the sign of the cross. Marisca thought that was a nice touch, as did Sonny who was satisfied with the answer.
They talked for a couple hours and had many more whiskey sours and then Sonny suggested dinner at his favorite place called Poogan’s Porch on Queen Street, that Marisca had been to several times. Sonny finally excused himself to get his jacket and Marisca got up to do what she had waited for and that was to place a tap on his phone and a microphone under the sofa. Frank watched her amazed and impressed in her efficiency as she went in to the study off the living room, placing another microphone under the desk. She came back with enough time to spare before Walker returned donning his black suit jacket.
“We’ll take our car hombre since we’re staying in town” Frank stated and Sonny nodded going over to his Ford Explorer.
Marisca smiled at him as they got in the Ferrari and he started the engine. He looked at her.
“What?” he asked in response to her smile.
“Hombre?” she laughed. “You sound like that bad guy in the Magnificent Seven.”
“That bald guy?” he asked back pulling out the driveway fast.
“That was Yul Brynner. He was the good guy! The other one! That kept calling him hombre. God! Forget it!” she stated looking at his confused face, which was much younger than hers.
“Well, you covered the lower level of the house” he stated referring to her taps.
“I’ll get the upstairs later” she replied smiling at him again.
“I had a feeling you would” he remarked as they drove in to the city then his cellular gave its distinctive signal and he took it out of his pocket and activated it. “Speak to me.”
“Hi,” said Alex not giving her name. “Miguel went to see his father today. Jake went along for the ride and monitored their conversation. They spoke very openly about Nogales and then he made a call to his pilot arranging for them to leave in the morning. What do you think?”
“You should visit ofcourse. Let me know when you get there” Frank stated to Alex giving her an ambiguous signal and then pressed end on his phone putting it away and trying to shift the car at the same time.
“What was that?” asked Marisca knowing she was not going to get a straight answer.
“Just my mother calling to let me know she’s going to visit my aunt in Florida” he replied as they finally got to the restaurant on Queen Street.
Sonny was just ahead of them leaving his car off at the valet as Frank pulled up. It was the middle of the week in Charleston and many celebrated “hump day” by going out so the place was packed with locals that loved their seafood and low country Creole cuisine. The drinks and the dinner was exceptional and the three had an interesting time as both men were obviously wanting Marisca for the rest of the evening alone. Sonny did not really care that Jesus was there as he made overtures at her, which she encouraged until Frank acting as Jesus got jealous. The meal had ended and he dragged her from the table much to Walker’s amazement, out of the restaurant without a word. He would have followed but his cellular went off and he had to answer the call, which gave him similar information as Alex had given Frank about Nogales.
“What are you doing?” shouted Marisca as Frank still held her arm waiting for the car to be pulled up by the valet.
“Playing the jealous husband”, he stated in his Spanish accent in her ear. “You whore! You come on to another man again and I’ll beat the hell out of you!” he shouted out for everyone around to hear and everyone did.
Marisca was somehow turned on by Donovan’s declaration but not sure what point he was making as Walker was nowhere in sight. When the Ferrari pulled up Frank shoved her in the car and then made his way to his side after giving the valet a fifty- dollar tip.
“Would you mind explaining that bit of drama to me”, Marisca exclaimed as they drove off.
“I have my reasons” he replied and then said nothing as they made their way to the Meeting House Inn.
“I’m going to go back to Walker’s house now” stated Marisca after they got out of the Ferrari.
“You not going anywhere tonight” remarked Frank as he slammed his door shut.
“You really are jealous aren’t you?” she laughed slightly looking at his angry face.
“Of that old guy? Don’t make me laugh!” he shouted coming over to her and taking her arm again in a grip that she could not get away from. “I just wanted to get you out of there. The meal was satisfying enough but now I want to taste you.” He wanted her to himself not Walker it was as plain and simple as that.
Frank brought her in for a long, lingering kiss as they stood next to the car as he now gripped on to both her arms. He broke from her only to get her quickly inside and up to their suite where he proceeded to seduce Marisca rapidly to satisfy that need he spoke of and then purposefully the remainder of the night. Marisca enjoyed Frank’s body as much as he did hers, as they both used every sexual maneuver and position they could think of to get the most pleasure they could. Finally when morning came and they woke, Marisca placed a cautionary finger on Frank’s lips to prevent him from speaking. She rose from the bed that looked like a tornado had hit and made a search finding two miniature microphones Walker had obviously placed in their room after her initial search when she arrived. She went to Donovan and whispered.
“I wanted him to know you were hot for me” she stated. “To make us believable and to entice him.”
“You know he bugged this place?” Frank whispered back.
“That room service guy works for him” she replied and then got up and went in to the bathroom starting the shower.
Frank followed her in and grabbed her for a kiss and to feel her body against his again. He was a sexual man and it had been a while since his last romp with a woman. Marisca held tightly his buttocks against her bringing him in to the shower where they stood under the hot water that pounded them. She kissed him fully and then teasingly bit his tongue making him laugh and break away. The water felt good to him as it hit him and he took the soap starting to wash Marisca, which he did slowly enjoying every curve she had and then her hair with the shampoo she handed him to use. After he finished she bent her head up offering her lips for another kiss, which he gave her.
“Why don’t you tell me what your co-worker said to you on the phone last night” she stated knowing no bug could pick up their conversation in the shower with the water running. It was also one of the reasons she was so compliant with his sexual advances the night before even though she did end up having a good time
Donovan bent his head back to feel the water on his short hair laughing a bit. He then looked down at her void of any makeup or clothes thinking she was truly lovely. He was falling for her innocent look and act again and he knew it.
“Why not” he stated. “A woman that works for me said Miguel Cortez is heading for Nogales. I told her to follow him.”
“Miguel Cortez? That’s interesting but unlikely”, she stated. “I think I hear someone at the door. You finish up while I answer it.”
Donovan began to wash himself and his hair lingering in the hot, steamy shower as he now heard Marisca’s blow drier start in the bathroom. He took his time thinking about the night before and his missed opportunity in the shower when he had Marisca in his arms and was so inconveniently interrupted. He finally turned the water off and got out reaching for a towel to dry himself and then he looked up to where Marisca should have been drying her hair. Her blow dryer was on but laying in the counter. She was not there and he made a dash in to the room to find the clothes she wore the day before gone, along with her handbag and other belongings that she had never unpacked. Donovan looked out the window and saw the Ferrari was gone and then a note on the pillow he had laid on which he went over and read. He was now very tired of her “F…ing” notes knowing it was really a cat and mouse game to her.
“See you in Nogales. If you can find me”, it said then saying to himself after, “You’re my bitch now! In more ways than you know it!”
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To Catch A Thief - Part 2