At the restaurant Melissa had taken care of the bill and thanked all those in attendance of the group's successful meeting. After everyone had left she picked up her purse and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, as she always made a habit of doing so after shaking hands with people. As she entered the ladies room she noticed a tall blond woman standing at the vanity mirror. She was wearing very large dark sunglasses and a tight pale blue Chanel day suit and she smelled of the most exquisite perfume. Melissa smiled and commented, asking what scent she was wearing. Being friendly Melissa smiled as the woman responded to her question.
"Ah.., there you are wrong." the beautiful long haired woman smiled strangely as she said in a sultry Spanish accent "This is not perfume at all.., no, it is the oil from the Juba flower, which grows in the steaming jungles of South America." she said showing Melissa a tiny crystal bottle "Here, get a good smell of it." saying this the stranger handed the little bottle over to Melissa who held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Now here she smelled nothing whatsoever and as her mind tried to understand why this was so, it was too late. She was given ether and her mind was a rush of blood and pulsations, all went black as she fell to the floor dropping like a sack of potatoes. Melissa Christian lost consciousness as Felina smiled with delight calling Hays out of the stall; where he was hiding. He scooped Melissa up into his arms as Felina opened up the door and seeing the coast was clear they merely walked out the side exit of the restaurant; which just happened to be located steps from the ladies room. They were not noticed at all as they went to a long black car waiting for them.
Now it was about ten minutes later when Melissa's waiter noticed she had not returned to her table; where her cell phone kept ringing disturbing the other diners. He picked up the phone went to the ladies room where he knocked and upon entering he saw Miss Christian nowhere in sight, and her car was still at the valet. The young man had a terrible sinking feeling and it was only when he alerted his manager did they notify the authorities. It was around four when Oliver got a call from the police as they had used her phone to call her home number. Oliver went numb all over and he had a strange ringing in his ears as he realized what the officer was trying to explain that his cousin Melissa had vanished from the restaurant. He also explained they could not send out a missing persons report until 24 hours had passed. The officer surmised she had probably left with someone from the meeting, or ran into a friend, or such and such a theory. Oliver pleaded with the officer to issue the report, as Melissa was tied to the trial and the threat of retribution from Xation Day's family. Oliver was livid when he learned the Dallas Police would not issue an all points bulletin.
It was this fact, and lack of action, that aided Hays and Felina to drive Melissa to a small local municipal airport where their little jet was waiting. Hays carried the unconscious Melissa up on to the jet where he lay her down on a long leather bench along the back of the aircraft. Mr.Pruce looked down at Melissa, he felt an angry wave of pain and frustration welling up inside him, he took a roll of grey duct tape and bound her ankles and wrists together. Then he took three pieces of the strong tape placing these over her mouth. Hays went back to the long black car and said goodbye to Felina, who would be flying out of DFW Airport with Serena in two hours. Hays watched her drive off as he turned and climbed back aboard the Lear Jet. Off in the darkening sky, storm clouds were blowing in from the east, a thunder storm kicked up out of the Gulf of Mexico, it was a hot summer and hurricane season here in Texas and the Brazilian pilot was in a hurry to take off before the strong winds arrived. Hays covered Melissa with a thin blanket before he and Mr.Pruce buckled up as the little jet taxied down the runway. In a few minutes they were flying high above the city with their highly prized kidnap victim and Bengiman Pruce looked down at the land and he prayed to God that he would never have to come back to Texas anymore.
"Ah.., there you are wrong." the beautiful long haired woman smiled strangely as she said in a sultry Spanish accent "This is not perfume at all.., no, it is the oil from the Juba flower, which grows in the steaming jungles of South America." she said showing Melissa a tiny crystal bottle "Here, get a good smell of it." saying this the stranger handed the little bottle over to Melissa who held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Now here she smelled nothing whatsoever and as her mind tried to understand why this was so, it was too late. She was given ether and her mind was a rush of blood and pulsations, all went black as she fell to the floor dropping like a sack of potatoes. Melissa Christian lost consciousness as Felina smiled with delight calling Hays out of the stall; where he was hiding. He scooped Melissa up into his arms as Felina opened up the door and seeing the coast was clear they merely walked out the side exit of the restaurant; which just happened to be located steps from the ladies room. They were not noticed at all as they went to a long black car waiting for them.
Now it was about ten minutes later when Melissa's waiter noticed she had not returned to her table; where her cell phone kept ringing disturbing the other diners. He picked up the phone went to the ladies room where he knocked and upon entering he saw Miss Christian nowhere in sight, and her car was still at the valet. The young man had a terrible sinking feeling and it was only when he alerted his manager did they notify the authorities. It was around four when Oliver got a call from the police as they had used her phone to call her home number. Oliver went numb all over and he had a strange ringing in his ears as he realized what the officer was trying to explain that his cousin Melissa had vanished from the restaurant. He also explained they could not send out a missing persons report until 24 hours had passed. The officer surmised she had probably left with someone from the meeting, or ran into a friend, or such and such a theory. Oliver pleaded with the officer to issue the report, as Melissa was tied to the trial and the threat of retribution from Xation Day's family. Oliver was livid when he learned the Dallas Police would not issue an all points bulletin.
It was this fact, and lack of action, that aided Hays and Felina to drive Melissa to a small local municipal airport where their little jet was waiting. Hays carried the unconscious Melissa up on to the jet where he lay her down on a long leather bench along the back of the aircraft. Mr.Pruce looked down at Melissa, he felt an angry wave of pain and frustration welling up inside him, he took a roll of grey duct tape and bound her ankles and wrists together. Then he took three pieces of the strong tape placing these over her mouth. Hays went back to the long black car and said goodbye to Felina, who would be flying out of DFW Airport with Serena in two hours. Hays watched her drive off as he turned and climbed back aboard the Lear Jet. Off in the darkening sky, storm clouds were blowing in from the east, a thunder storm kicked up out of the Gulf of Mexico, it was a hot summer and hurricane season here in Texas and the Brazilian pilot was in a hurry to take off before the strong winds arrived. Hays covered Melissa with a thin blanket before he and Mr.Pruce buckled up as the little jet taxied down the runway. In a few minutes they were flying high above the city with their highly prized kidnap victim and Bengiman Pruce looked down at the land and he prayed to God that he would never have to come back to Texas anymore.
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