The Case of the Disappearing Co-eds
A Kenneth Hall Mystery
 

 by: Hankster

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Chapter 6

Ken and Joe got home very late at night, but they were of a single mind.  They undressed rapidly and ran for the shower.  They enjoyed the cascading water, and they were in no rush to leave the comfort they were enjoying.  They soaped each other generously and very erotically.  When they were both near to cumming, they left the shower, dried themselves and hit their comfortable king-size bed.

They lay down in a sixty-nine position, and began to tongue each other, but not for long.  They were both too close to climax.  They separated and Ken fucked Joe doggie style, and Joe fucked Ken in the missionary position.

From the time they arrived home, they hadn’t spoken a word to each other.  When they were done making love they whispered simultaneously, “Good night, sweetie.  I love you.”  They fell asleep in a few seconds and slept until 7 AM. 

Ken dressed rapidly and rushed to the police station in his unmarked police car.  As early as he arrived, Chief Morton was there ahead of him.

The building is surrounded,” he said.  We have men on foot and men in patrol cars.  He can’t get out without us spotting him.”

Ken looked dubious.  “He may not be there.  He may be hiding out elsewhere, and if he is there, what’s to stop him from leaving the building in a disguise?  We can’t stop every person TSA style.  We’ll be bombarded with lawsuits.”

Not knowing what to say, the chief just shook his head.  He hated to think of the bastard getting away.

Ahmed and one of his men arrived at his mother’s apartment just minutes after Ken and Joe got home the previous evening.  Neither he nor his mother had any intention of leaving their apartment.  The maid or the chauffeur could buy whatever they needed.

On the first morning of the stakeout, the building had a new doorman on duty.  He was one of Joe’s ‘consultants’ and he was not apt to miss anyone leaving the building in disguise.  And if one of them left as a decoy, he would alert his co-workers when the person in disguise left.  Ahmed and his mother had no idea how many people were watching their apartment. They really believed that they were safe, and would get away with their crimes.

On the second day of his watch, the doorman helped Esme’s maid with all her grocery bags as she returned home from shopping.

“That’s a lot of stuff you’ve got there,” he said.  “Does Mrs. Fortune have guests?”

Consuela vaguely wondered how the doorman knew so much since this was only his second day on the job, but she answered anyway.  “Yes, she does.  Her son, Paul, is home from college for a few days.”

“He must have a hell of an appetite,” the doorman laughed.

“He does, but he has a classmate with him, and they both have healthy appetites.”

As soon as Consuela got on the elevator, the doorman called Joe.  “He’s in the apartment, and the maid says that he’s got a classmate with him.”

Joe called Ken and Chief Morton.  “He’s in there with one of his men.  Please be careful.”

The chief took something out of his pocket.

“What’s that?” Ken asked. 

“It’s a double warrant; one to search the apartment, and another for the arrest of Ahmed, and any or all of his little elf helpers.  Let’s go.”

The elevator entered right into the penthouse apartment, so the cops didn’t have to knock on doors.  Chief Morton, Ken, and four husky policemen got off the elevator.  Their guns were drawn, and Esme, her son, and another tough looking Arab were seated at the dining room table eating lunch.  They had no time to react, so they were quickly handcuffed and escorted down to the police station.  Due to the nature of the alleged crime, and the knowledge that they were all flight risks, they were booked without bond.

The next day, the seven frightened girls received a police escort to New York.  They were asked to identify the men who held them captive.  Each one was alone for the lineup, and they all identified Ahmed and the man arrested with him.  As certain as they were that Ahmed’s mother was a part of the ring, there was no evidence to link her to her son’s crimes.  They booked her for aiding and abetting a felon or felons.  Her first call was to the most expensive lawyer in town.

Be that as it may, Ahmed’s Arab henchman had no knowledge of American prisons.  The only prisons he knew were the inhumane ones back in his own country.  Frightened of what lay ahead of him, he accepted a plea bargain.  He implicated Ahmed as their leader and identified three other men.  These three were to fly the girls in a private jet to Saudi Arabia.  They were hesitant to use the private jet for fear it was being staked out, so they decided to fly home by commercial airlines.  They were arrested at JFK Airport trying to leave the country.

Upon her release from the hospital, Ellen confessed to Robyn.  “I finally could not resist his charm and good looks so I dated him.  He must have slipped some sort of drug into my drink, because I passed out, and the next thing I knew I was in a cellar with three other girls.  We were all bound and gagged.  They fed us greasy mid-eastern food, and as scared and hungry as I was, the food made me sick.”

The other victims admitted the same.  Only Joy kept her mouth shut.  She had no comments to all the people who said, “I told you so.”

The three girls, who were kidnapped in New York, remained in New York after the lineup.  The four co-eds returned to the university to continue their education.  The roommates of the four victims quickly spread the word that the Vincente-Hall brothers, and their detective father, had been the ones who solved the case, enabling the rescue of the abducted co-eds.

Tom and George were suddenly very popular, very BMOC.  Word also somehow got out that they were very wealthy.  Girls were all over them but to no avail.  However, more than one guy flirted with them.  If they liked the guy, they rented a room at the motel across the way, and indulged in three ways and sometimes four ways.

At last college was being exciting, but at the same time, it was the peaceful place they originally had hoped for.  The one thing they didn’t know was that Joe never called off their bodyguards.  Not only did these men observe the trysts in the motel, but occasionally they got a glimpse of the action inside.

Notwithstanding the fact that the bodyguards were straight, to their credit they never condemned the young men for being gay.  They continued to do their job well.  Why not? Joe paid them hefty enough salaries.

The End

Posted: 10/19/18