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Vermillion Vampire

Ray Johnson

Ginger had been missing for a month and the super yacht, Empress, was nowhere to be found. Ginger’s parents, who were extremely wealthy and well connected, had disregarded Ginger’s standing admonition, if anything were to ever happen to me, contact Jud. Instead, being wealthy and believing in truth, justice and the American way, they contacted the FBI, LAPD and the LA Sheriff’s Office. The three agencies had accomplished absolutely nothing and in desperation, they turned to Jud. Judson Standish owned a successful private investigation firm in Century City, the financial heartbeat of Los Angeles. He was tall and handsome and looked like a man who would be driving his Ferrari with Ginger in the passenger’s seat. Having been both an LAPD detective and a former FBI agent, he knew all three agencies were going through the motions, to placate the wealthy parents. To further confound the parents, there was no ransom demand.

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Jud stunned the parents by telling them that Ginger was not kidnapped for a high ransom, but because she was a true redhead. To put a terrifying strain on their heart, he told them that Ginger had moved out of his condo to protect him. While vacationing in Eastern Europe, Ginger had been bitten by a lesser vampire and rather that have the overpowering urge occur while they slept, she moved out. The mother, who Ginger always described as an airhead, refused to accept the fact that her daughter had been kidnapped merely for the color of her hair and that Jud was lying about her being a vampire. Ginger’s father was far more rational and willing to do whatever it took to get his only daughter back.

Jud outlined the bad news, first he would have to establish the nationality of the man who actually kidnapped Ginger. The Italian who pretended to own the yacht would merely be a front man, protecting the true kidnapper. He would have to penetrate the kidnappers security to rescue Ginger and then get her back home. The cost factor and danger involved would be incredible. The father’s decision, “Find her.”

 

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Published:

06-2021

Cover Art:

T.L. Davison

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Palvi Sharma

Copyright:

Ray Johnson

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978-1-77217-170-9

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AS SOON AS the St. Johns left, the receptionist came into Jud’s office and closed the door behind her. She sat in the chair Mrs. St. Johns had been in. Her name was Coco and her skin was the color of hot chocolate mixed with whipped cream. She was twenty-six but looked even younger. Her eyes were almost Oriental, but not quite; a gift from her Chinese grandmother. Bewitching eyes that mesmerized any man, destroying willpower. Her real name was Nicole, but her sisters had called her Coco when she was little, and the name stuck. She was strikingly beautiful: five feet six inches tall with legs that caused men to walk into telephone poles and breasts that gave rise to traffic accidents. Her easily managed hair was also a gift from her grandmother, allowing her to wear a ponytail; an amazing feat for a woman of color. Jud suspected that her breasts were probably illegal in the Bible Belt states.

Jud accused her mildly, “I assume you were listening.” Their intercom allowed the receptionist to listen, should Jud need a witness.

Rather than deny her eavesdropping, she readily admitted it, “Of course. If I’m going with you, I need to know what we’re up against.”

“Why would I take you with me?”

Her voice matched the body, sultry and desirable, “I can think of a hundred reasons, but two will suffice. First, you need me to watch your back, and second, you’re in love with me.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. After you let that redheaded whore live with you, you became skittish, afraid to be around a good woman. And I can’t believe that we’ll be risking our necks for a tramp that jumps into bed with the first man that winks at her. If I’d been working here then, she’d never have gotten her toothbrush into your bathroom.” She was about ready to hiss. Jud had hired her when Ginger was living with him.

Jud attempted to defend himself, “I didn’t ask her to move in, she…she just sort of stayed. But she told me the truth and instead of me being dead or a vampire, she moved out.”

“I can’t understand how you can be so smart about some things and so dumb when it comes to evil women.”

“A family curse, inflicted by a wicked shaman.”

“Thank the Lord I’m here to save you. Now, where will we start?”

Jud told her, “With the yacht.”

“Wouldn’t the FBI try to find it?”

He nodded, “They did, but came up empty-handed.”

“How did they explain that?”

“They told her parents that the yacht was probably at sea and couldn’t be located.”

“Was it?”

He shrugged and said, “Maybe yes, maybe no, but I doubt it because luxury yachts have a fixed cruising range. They can’t stay at sea indefinitely. They have to refuel.”

“So, all we have to do is find out where they refueled?”

“It won’t be that easy. First, there are a thousand places to refuel. We need to know the yacht manufacture, the length, the cruising range, and where they were headed.”

“Don’t you have the name of the yacht?”

He pointed out, “That means nothing. If the name of the yacht is the Scarlet Rose, because his wife’s name is Rose, then he sells the yacht. The next man may name it Blue Horizon because his girlfriend’s eyes are blue. Yachts change names constantly.”

“Always owned by a man?”

He nodded, “Ninety-nine point nine nine percent of all yachts are owned by men.”

“To…?

“To attract beautiful women.”

“If you ever buy a yacht, you’re going to name it Coco and I’ll decide which females get onboard.”

“I’ll never be that rich, maybe a rowboat.”

“I’ll paint the name on, and you can pull the oars. When do we get started?”

“Her father will call this afternoon with the location of the Learjet. We’ll start tomorrow morning.”

“Did they have any idea where the yacht was headed?”

“They got a text message telling them that she was headed for Rio and would be back in two weeks. But that means nothing because anyone could have used her phone to send the text. That was the last contact. After that, Ginger and the yacht disappeared.”

 

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