Where is Henry?

By J.D. Williams

The novel "Where is Henry? "is the first of a trilogy of international crime novels. Covering the globe from the United States to Thailand , Burma, and the far east. A worldwide cabal of drug dealers, illegal importation of ghost weapons, white slavery, nuclear tipped weapons, contract murder, whose aim

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sweetspire Literature Management LLC
• Release date: Apr 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9781958381144

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A TRILOGY OF CRIME

THAILAND TRIANGLE - DETECTIVE AND INTERNATIONAL CRIME

FULL CIRCLE- DETECTIVE AND INTERNATIONAL CRIME

A TRILOGY OF SCIENCE FICTION

THE PILGRIMS OF GLIESE - SCIENCE FICTION

END GAME - SCIENCE FICTION

DESTRUCTION OF THE ORION NEBULA - SCIENCE FICTION

THIS BOOK IS A BOOK OF FICTION ANY REFERENCES TO HISTORICAL EVENTS,REAL PEOPLE, OR REAL PLACES, AND EVENTS ARE PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS OR PLACES OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL

LIST OF CHARACTERS;

JACK MORRISON - DETECTIVE

FRANK JACOBS - DETECTIVE

MARJORIE SWIFT - BLACK OP/CON ARTIST

HENRY/HARRY - PERVERT/SADIST/CON MAN

CARL KARLISSONE - SADIST/MURDERER/CON MAN

JAMES K.- CON ARTIST

MORTY - CROOKED LAWYER

JEBSON - FBI AGENT

SQUEALING PIG RESTAURANT - HANGOUT FOR STRANGE PEOPLE

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

WANT TO THANK MY WIFE AND FAMILY THAT ENCOURAGEMENT ME TO WRITE.

CHAPTER: ONE

Lieutenant Jake Morrison was sitting at his desk trying to complete paper work from a case he had just closed. When the Desk Sergeant called. Lieutenant there is a possible two six one Adam at Fourth and Moore. Morrison, Who else is on the scene? There is a female officer attending to the victim and an Ambulance is on the way. He slowly folded up his paper work and stuck it in his desk drawer, thinking. I’ll never get done at this rate."

When he arrived on the scene he looked around till he found Officer Sara Jones, Were you able to question the victim? Morrison queried. Officer Jones, Kind of she isn’t lucid. Something about having to meet someone for a blind date, she was attacked and sexually assaulted. The street lights were conveniently out and it was pouring rain, so she wasn’t able to give a description of her attacker.

Morrison asks, any witnesses?. Yea, there’s an older man who lives in the apartment across the street. He heard a scream around One AM.

Who found the victim?. Delivery man found her face down in the street and from what I am told he started to scream like a little girl, running around like a looney, woke up the entire neighborhood. Morrison hollers at the onlookers, Get the hell out of the crime scene, what do you think the yellow tape is for? Morrison looks at Officer Jones, Jones, you were first on the scene, this is the sixth assault this month and it appears the MO’s are the same and all the women seem to have a similar story.

They were all supposed to have a blind dates and the location was a dark street, lights not working and I don’t believe in coincidences. My thought is we have a serial rapist a very clever one. Officer Jones, I beat you to it Lieutenant I’ve already called the City Maintenance crew to check and see if the lights have been tampered with. They will be here in about thirty minutes. I’m impressed, were you able to find any evidence in this downpour?. Not so far I’ll come back in the morning when the rain lets up. While they were talking the Ambulance crew placed the victim on a stretcher and covered her with a water proof blanket, before placing her in the Ambulance. They inserted an I-V in her arm, gave her a shot to ease her pain, Morrison thinks,The son of a bitch who raped her broke her nose and from her shallow breathing cracked a couple of ribs, plus a head wound. It appears she put up quite a fight but was overpowered the mugger was much stronger.

He shook his head and turned to Officer Jones, We have to find this prick before he kills somebody, Do me a favor stay with her till she gets to the hospital. Yes sir, she climbed into the back of the Ambulance closing the doors and it drove away with sirens blaring.

Morrison was back in the office by eight the next morning. Standing in front of the evidence board in the squad room. The latest victim was still in a coma. She repeated a name over and over HENRY, HENRY, HENRY so the Police had monikered the perp, Where in the Hell is Henry?, he kept staring at a blank space on the board where the attackers picture should be, thinking your ass is mine!!

At the hospital the young woman was cleaned up. They took a vaginal swab hoping to find semen or DNA, checked under her finger nails for evidence. Officer Jones had kept watch all night waiting for the patient to wake up. Her cell phone rang it was Lieutenant Morrison, good morning Lieutenant, Is she awake. No still in a coma, we found a material under her finger nails, it appears to be latex I think this guy was wearing some sort of a disguise. That’s why none of the victims can ID him, he’s always changing his appearance. I’ll be a son of a bitch. Maybe the lab can find out where the material originated.

Have you been able to identify her?. No they haven’t been able to, she was found naked, no drivers license, purse, clothes or any thing to tell who she is. Jones replies, Morrison, I put out an All POINTS BULLETIN a missing persons report sandy hair, blue eyes, five foot three, pretty little miss, the question is how have the victims been lured into meeting someone they never met in the middle of the night, in pouring rain?"

Morrison had a call from Officer Jones, The crime scene was washed out. We picked up everything left at the scene, hopefully there is some DNA or blood splatter. I have a theory on why the attacker strips his victims, he’s a souvenir collector likes to reminisce about the women he molests. That makes sense I’m going to review all the files to see if I can connect the dots, Morrison replies.

CHAPTER: TWO

He looked in the mirror and smiled thinking, "That dumb broad fell for my bullshit, hook, line and sinker. This one was going to help me with my trouble finding women, she walked right into my trap. When I attempted to sedate her the stupid bitch fought back so I had to clock her to shut her up.

According to the morning paper she’s in critical condition, I thought I might have killed her but apparently she’s still breathing. Really don’t care she was a good screw, bet she won’t forget what a real man felt like."

He went to work attaching her underpants, and bra on backer boards. Musing to himself, I’m running out of wall space to hang my trophies, this is fun, a few more, my walls will be filled with memories. I just hope my bro Jimmy doesn’t see my latest trophies he will be pissed off. He thinks we have better things to do than screw around with women, my bro can be such a schmuck at times. There’s a knock on the apartment door, Henry wonders, Who in the hell is that? BANG, BANG, open up! It’s your brother we have to talk. Henry, Wait a second keep your shirt on.

Henry opens the apartment door, What is your damned problem?, we weren’t supposed to meet till Saturday is anything wrong? His brother answers, You ass hole did you rape that girl?, you know I have a mark all set up for Saturday afternoon. What were you thinking, can’t you keep your dick in your pants at least till we make the score? What if they find DNA and place you at the scene of the crime? This entire deal goes down the drain, just because you need a piece of ass. Get yourself a hooker for a hundred dollars and get off that way.

AW Jimbo don’t be such a party pooper, you know I can’t climax unless I hurt them, it gives me the feeling of power over them. I can’t climax without my subject is in total submission the sound of them moaning in pain is almost more than I can bare. His brother Jimmy is silent standing with his head cocked with a look that says you are full of shit. Henry blurts out, OK, OK, I promise no more till we get our score, I PROMISE. Jimmy, But no more bullshit and stay away from your computer, the Police will be monitoring all the Emails looking for Henry. Meet me at the next street from the old broads house at ten Saturday morning, we have to make our move before her maid shows up at noon. So keep your dick in your pants and stay in this apartment till Saturday and for Gods sake clean yourself up we don’t want to scare the old woman, understand? Saturday at ten they meet a block from the house and go over the plan. Jimmy, Remember you work for me and are helping me catalogue the pieces of art in her house, you call her upstairs because there is a question about one of the paintings. When she turns around to look at the painting break her neck and throw her down the stairs. Prior to that I will have her sign papers agreeing to give me the right to auction her antiques, in reality the papers will give me power of attorney over all of her property and bank accounts. Then I can dispose of her property as I see fit, there is a body bag in the back of the truck. When they arrived at the house he backed the truck up to the garage door so the body can be disposed of with out any witnesses. Jimmy, Our mark will disappear, she is going to take a long, long, vacation that will be eternal, so let’s get to work! Henry, I hear you brother let’s get on with it. I need a good meal after we complete the job, so be ready to spend a few dollars and I don’t mean hamburgers.

Jimmy pulls into the driveway as Henry backs the truck against the garage doors. They walk to the front door Jimmy looks up, the brownstone has been well cared for, thinking, I will sell it for at least a million dollars. He had met her at a local art action and promised to invest her money at fifteen percent she jumped at the chance to allow him to handle her savings. They walked to the door, Henry rang the bell, DING, DING. Miss Leo opened the door, Come in, come in I have been waiting. Jimmy, We will get to work immediately, Henry please start taking an inventory of Miss Leo’s artwork and antiques. Miss Leo if you could follow me into your study. There are papers to be signed so I can set up a retirement fund that will keep you comfortable for the rest of your life, she walked into the study signed the papers, handing them back to Jimmy smiling, Please lets get this done my maid will be here in a couple of hours and doesn’t appreciate any one in her way. Of course we will be out of your hair before noon. They walked into the hall entrance, Henry was standing at the top of the stairs, Miss Leo could you please come up here? I have a question about one of your paintings. Yes, young man be right there. This old body doesn’t move as good as it used to.

She walks slowly up the stairs. Henry is getting aggravated, She is slower than molasses I need to get this over with. She reached the top of the stairs turns to him and asks, Which painting? As Henry reaches for her, her foot slips when she turns to look at the painting he is pointing to, loses her footing and falls down the stairs landing with a loud crash in a heap at the bottom of the stairway, OHHH MY GOD, she just lays their moaning.

Jesus Jimmy, what do we do now?. Keep your cool we don’t have to do anything. She missed a step and fell. I like this scenario better. We place her in a nursing home I have her complete power of attorney. We can sell the house and drain the accounts while she is recuperating, all will be cool. He pulled out a syringe and gave her a shot of heroin in the arm.

Stood there smiling as she started to get high. "Call an Ambulance tell them an elderly woman fell down the steps and needs medical help. I know a Doctor who will do as I ask for a price, he will put her in a Nursing Home and keep her sedated. The last he knew the old lady was barely cognizant. The Doctor he had paid off had done his job and then some. It had cost him a few bucks but it was worth it, the brownstone had sold for a quick million and a half. She had two million more in stocks and bank accounts and a million in art. When everything was sold they split for the Mid West, Chicago sounded good.

Lieutenant Morrison sat at his desk reviewing the evidence the case had gone cold, thinking. I have to interview the latest victim hopefully she will be able to remember something. The case is going no where. He called the front desk. Sergeant can you find the location of our last rape victim and can she be interviewed?. Will do Lieutenant an hour later Morrison’s desk phone rings, Morrison here. Boss she was transferred to a convalescent home in the suburbs. Her doctor said she needed time to heal physically and mentally. I emailed the Convalescent Home address and phone number to you. Thanks Sarge greatly appreciated."

All of sudden he felt light headed, the pain in the back of his brain was more than he could stand. Morrison pulls open his left desk drawer, fetches a bottle of pain pills, looks around to see if anyone is looking, pours himself a water cup full of Bourbon and downs three pills. Sits back and lets the medicine slowly ease into his system the pain subsides.

Damned war wounds, that shrapnel will be with me till the day I die.

Morrison dialed the Convalescent home, May I speak to Miss Sarahs doctor this is Lieutenant Morrison I am handling her assault case and I want permission to question her. Hold on please, this is Doctor Jefferson may I help you? Morrison asked to interview Miss Sarahs. Doctor Jefferson, I can let you question her for about thirty minutes. This afternoon at three is that good for you?. Sounds good will be there.

CHAPTER: THREE

He gathered up the information he had on the rape cases and headed out hoping the latest victim could answer some questions that hopefully would shed light on this case. The drive to the Convalescent Home he mulled over all that had transpired in the last few months. There had been a number of rapes, all had the same MO the women were stripped of their clothes, battered and robbed, all of them had been out late at night. The prior victim kept mumbling the name HENRY she had a concussion and no memory of the attack. Her psychiatrist said, She has a concussion and remembering the incident would be too damaging to her psyche, because of the brutality of the attack.

Hopefully the attack on this young woman would not trigger the same defensive response. He needed to have an eyewitness description of the attacker. In his gut he knew this perp had been in prison. Lieutenant Morrison pulled into the parking lot. There weren’t any parking places except a few marked Private or Medical Staff only. I’ll park in one marked medical staff, what are they going to do give me a ticket?, I don’t think so.

Morrison walked into the main lobby, walked to the desk showing his badge. Could you please tell me what room Miss Sarahs is in? by the way I had to park in a reserved space, so don’t get JIGGY and have me towed. I would not be a happy camper.

She is in room thirty five, please wait while I inform her Therapist to accompany you. The patient is still having some effects from her trauma, and officer I will make sure they do not tow your car.

While he waited for the Therapist, he was lost in deep thought when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and there stood a very stately young woman five six, auburn hair, brown eyes with curves to die for, Lord he thought I must be in Heaven. Lieutenant Morrison, my name is Doctor Amelia Mc Millian if you would follow me we can visit the patient. You must not push her, she is just beginning to remember and I am afraid if you put too much pressure she may relapse. Morrison, Ok, I understand we know her name but still haven’t figured out where she’s from. Have you been able to find out anymore about her. The creep who committed the assault removed all personal effects. He walked into her room she was sitting up and looked relaxed. She was recuperating from the attack, she looked much better from when he had first seen her. He walked to the side of her bed and introduced himself. You probably don’t recognize me, I am Lieutenant Morrison I have been trying to find the person who attacked you. If you don’t mind answering a few questions about your assault, she answered, I’ll do my best. It was raining and dark why were you in a questionable neighborhood at that hour, can you give a description of your assailant?. Doctor could you please raise the head of my bed." She turned looking at Morrison, pointing to a pad and pencil. He picked up the pad and pencil handing it to her.

Thank you Lieutenant, when I was assaulted he struck me in the face, and it is very painful for me to speak.

She began to write, I met him over the internet claiming to be having trouble meeting women, we struck up friendship. I foolishly said I would meet him and introduce him to a few people in my group. His computer name was Henry, we were originally supposed to meet early in the afternoon, I had an emergency so I asked if we could meet later in the day. He agreed and texted me where we were to meet. I wasn’t familiar with that neighborhood so I didn’t think anything about the new location. Morrison, Can you give me a description of this HENRY, your attacker, was he tall, thin, fat, how was he dressed, his hair color? she answered, writing on the pad, It was pretty dark the street lights were out, I would guess he was around six feet tall, a scar on his left cheek, deep voice, I couldn’t see the color of his eyes or his hair color. That is all I can remember, before I could move he knocked me to the ground, cuffed me and was tearing my clothes off. When he hit me the second time I must have passed out because everything else is just a blur, what happened after that I don’t know. When I opened my eyes I was on a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance.

Lieutenant Morrison thought to himself, This prick is one shrewd bastard, I have questioned six women who were attacked and raped. They all give me a different description of their attacker but the MO is the same, so it has to be the same man or maybe there is two of them working together. All six say they met him on the internet and his call name is, HENRY, He thanked her for her time and left, driving back he was thinking, I’ll have to wait to see if the lab has been able to identify the DNA on the mask, next I will have the computer Geeks set up an algorithm to see if we can track this creep down. I am still stymied as to why the victims all give us different descriptions of their attacker, I am missing something." Lieutenant Morrison sat in his Police Cruiser thinking about