Free The Angels of Destiny by Haydn Jones

enough to kill off most men half his age.
    "I ’ ll do my best sir."
    “ Good. I want to know everything Samuel said and did that night at the club. Find out who served him drinks. Who pushed their tits into his face. Everything... It ’ s important. Interview them all again if you have to."
    “ Yes, sir," responded Wayne, in military fashion.
     
    Back at the Ellington Building McPherson had entered the main control room some minutes after midday and was busy running data through the system that had been gathered on the third day of listening. During one of the runs the software flagged a pattern repetition alarm.
    McPherson called to Yuri who was sitting at a terminal on the other side of the room. "Yuri, I have something that might be interesting." Yuri immediately walked over to McPherson ’ s terminal.
    "What are they saying?" asked Yuri, jokingly.
    McPherson smiled at his comment. "I have a pattern match to level 5, on day three data."
    "Is that significant?" enquired Yuri.
    "It may be, but I need to run it through a second filter before I can answer that. The problem is that the signals are extremely weak." Within seconds the terminal had flashed a message saying: ‘ Pattern indeterminate at level two. ’
    "There ’ s your answer, Yuri," said McPherson, smiling.
    "Well, at least the softwares working."
    "I always knew it would," responded McPherson, in a confident manner. "If we can get to level three filter and still have a pattern then we can categorize the sample into its respective bin."
    "Lets hope it ’ s bin 10, Rob."
    "Yeah, now that would be something to get excited about...When the Gods answer. ”
     
    Wayne had driven to the Paradise Club and parked up in a place reserved for Gold Card members. He watched through the drivers window as the day staff left the building and the evening staff arrived. The indicators on his automobile flashed as he pressed the key fob as he walked to the club entrance.
    As he entered the main door he was approached by a tall heavily set man in a dinner suite.
    "Get me the manager," said Wayne abruptly.
    "You ’ re out of luck mister, he ’ s not here, so clear off." Removing his identity card he flashed it under his nose. "Just get him, asshole."
    Within minutes he was ushered into an office accessed from a lift near the main entrance. The door to the office opened as Wayne approached and he was greeted by the manager who smiled and held out his hand as Wayne walked in.
    "Good evening, I ’ m Richie, manager here at the Paradise Club. Please come in and sit down officer," he said, pointing to a seat in front of his highly polished leather clad desk in the corner of the room.
    Wayne obliged. Looking around the room he noticed the framed photos of naked girls hanging on the walls.
    "My bread and butter. Hope you don ’ t find it too distracting?"
    Wayne responded with just a smile.
    "May I please see your ID, officer?" Wayne again flashed his ID card for him to inspect.
    “ Thanks, Officer Wayne, only you get some real nut-cases in this business and it ’ s uh … always good to know who you ’ re talking to." The deep scar that crossed his right eye and continued on down his cheek was testimony to that. "What a bloody tragedy, that murder last night. She was one of my best girls you know. I only wish I ’ d got to him before he cut his own throat. My girls are upset. Could have been any one of them. The bastard! ”
    "I need to talk to some of them," said Wayne, with no sign of emotion in his voice.
    “ What, now?"
    "Yeah, now. ”
    "But, they ’ re working."
    "I want to talk to Linda McCall, Cathy Stranks, Jane Montanna and Kate Hudson…Now!"
    "Okay, okay. I ’ ll do what I can."
     
    Vicki was sitting in her office and thought about the events of the last few weeks. How Samuel had pushed her to the limit at times. How, at other times he had been so sweet to her. She had not noticed any obvious signs that would have indicated that the man had had a problem. He