Ring, Ring, Ring
“This is Whiz.” I said as I answered my cell phone.
“Whiz, this is Margie.” the voice on the phone said.
“Hey Margie, what are you calling me for this time of day?” I asked.
“Whiz, I just thought you should know that we have another player working on your wife again. His name is Devon and he flirts with all the married nurses here on our floor, at the hospital. He Is big and black and is even more pushy than Jamal was. I just thought I would give you a ‘heads up’ before it was too late.” Margie said softly.
“Margie, I appreciate the word. I will take care it from here. Thanks Margie.” I said.
I thought about the measures I would take. I let Jimmy know to get his idea all set up and then I ordered up some ‘spy gear’ off the web. A voice activated recorder for Mary’s car, and app to put on her phone so I would always know where she is, a GPS tracker for her vehicle, hidden cameras for our house that I could access from my phone, and a ring doorbell were just the start.
I intended to know a lot faster than 2 months, like last time, if Mary takes another lover.
Mary had only been back to work at the hospital for a few weeks now, but already she started to act a little suspicious again. So I started to keep track of her by her GPS tracker in her vehicle. It seems that she was already making a side stop on her way home several times a week. I thought that I better find out what was going on.
First thing to do was to check her GPS history and I realized quickly that she was visiting someone on 13th street, down by the college on Monday, Wednesday and Friday for 1 to 2 hours on her way home, for the last week now. So, Wednesday I left work early and stopped by a local car rental and rented myself a dark Pontiac Grand Prix to use for the day.
I called Jimmy and let him know that I was following Mary today, that if she followed her usual pattern I would have an exact address within the hour. Jimmy let me know that our ‘crew’ was already to go and just waiting on me to give him the exact address.
Our crew of guys were all Mexicans from Mexico, and illegal aliens at that. They were NOT afraid to ‘break the law’ for the $500 cash we were paying each of them to teach Mary and her lover a lesson. They were just playing a part as instructed, and not really connected to or working for a whore house in Tijuana like they were to pretend.
Jimmy called them to get ready, so they got into their police style uniforms, and got their other equipment necessary for this little surprise.
I checked Mary’s GPS tracking and saw that she was still at work and drove down to the hospital to see if she is leaving early again today. I had bought a straw hat and different sunglasses to wear when I follow her so she won’t recognize me if I get too close. I parked near her parking spot where I waited, watching her car.
It was perfect timing as 20 minutes later Mary came out, got in her car and quickly pulled out into the street. I put my straw hat on and lowered the seat so it wouldn’t look like me driving if I got too close behind her.
Sure enough, Mary drove straight over to 13th street to her lovers house again. I parked about about half a block away and watched where she went in with my binoculars. I was so pissed off. My Mary has another Black lover it looks like but to confirm it I waited a few minutes, watched what door she went into and then knocked on it myself.
A Black man opened the door without a shirt on, not happy about being disturbed.
“Yeah, what do you want?” Devon demanded.
“I would like to speak to my cheating slut wife for a moment, if you don’t mind.” I said.
“Mary, some cracker is at the door. Says he is your husband!” Devon says.
“What? Oh, NO! No No No!” Mary screams…on her way to the door.
“Whiz, I am so sorry. It isn’t what it looks like! We are just work mates, I wouldn’t ever cheat on you again. Please believe me, Whiz.” Mary cries as she comes to the door in her bra and panties.
“Don’t bother coming home now. I am changing the locks and you aren’t welcome back. I gave you a chance last time, and you just threw it in my face. Don’t bother coming back, EVER!” I screamed at the slut, then turned and walked away.
On my way back to the car I called Jimmy on my cell phone. I told him I caught her at her lovers, that our plan we had made was now a “Go” and gave him the address. He thought he could have the crew there in about half an hour, and for me to watch from a safe distance.
It was so perfect, almost like watching a movie. It was just about 6pm just starting to get dark outside, when a white, windowless, unmarked van pulled into the driveway just outside the apartment door. 6 uniformed men exited the vehicle looking like police SWAT members and kicked in the apartment door, rushing in with phony guns drawn.
It was just a couple minutes later and they all exited the apartment with my soon to be ex-wife and her black lover zip tied and thrown into the van. The van then quickly backed out of the driveway and drove on down the street leaving the apartment door wide open.
It was so quick almost no one bothered to notice. If they did it was over and done before anyone could have responded. Obviously Mary was barely dressed as was her paramour.
I couldn’t see it at the time, but bags were quickly put over both of their heads once they were in the Van. Then the van quickly drove a couple blocks down to the freeway ‘on ramp’ to Highway 280 west.
The Van then turned onto the ramp to Highways 101 going North, then took the ramp to Highway 17 going West towards the Santa Cruz mountains then took the off ramp at the dam and reservoir where they met Jimmy and followed him through all the back roads until they arrived at a locked gate to a private road that goes deeply into the forest.
Jimmy got out of his 4 X 4 and unlocked the gate drove on inside and waved the van on into the property and locked the gate again behind them. Then followed them on down the bumpy road until they got to the old abandoned large log cabin. It turns out this old building quiet a history as whore house a hundred years ago, and even a biker bar of the early 70s.
Jimmy had worked there as the doorman in those days and still had access to the property all these years later. Once they parked near the old front door, Jimmy got out to unlock the front door and led the crew inside to confer. They left one crew member in the van to watch their captives.
They realized that it was important that Mary and her lover not hear Jimmy’s voice for our plan to work properly and so that nothing could come back on him later. Once Jimmy gave his crew further instructions the Mexican kidnapping crew went back to the van speaking in Spanish and brought their captives inside the old bar, still blindfolded and zip tied.
Mary was still naked with a coat thrown over her shoulders which was discarded by then. Devon, was wearing shorts and they were both tied to vertical pillars in the old nightclub. Both with their arms and hands zip tied behind their backs. Once secured, with Jimmy out of sight but watching the proceedings.