case study 301

Welcome to a brand new series that I have created. This took me over a year to develop so I hope you will take the time to read it all the way through the many chapters. As with any Epic story it takes a few pages to get the story moving forward as there is a little background info that will help you. The story you are about to embark on was derived from an actual experience of mine. My grandfather, who was very close to the end of his life, was diagnosed with cancer throughout his body. Sorry for the downer right out of the gate but……

Anyway, I would go and visit with him every day at the hospital and every day this middle-aged father would visit his daughter across the hallway. I do not know why but this young twenty-year-old girl was slipping in and out of what they called a ‘catatonic state.’ The father would bring photo albums with him and would tell her the story behind each series of pictures. He would bring her favorite books and he would softly read and talk to her for hours with absolutely no response from her. It was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen one human being do for another and that was to maintain the life they created and believed that it would return one day. Then a few days before my grandfather finally passed away she snapped out of her catatonic state. From that experience I was going to write a short story about their love but that developed into this monstrous tale. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.  Now, with no further adieu here is my creation……

Case Study 301

Currently flying 25,000 feet over New Mexico:

Knock, knock, knock, “Hey Tom ~ Tom come on man ~ wake up, will you? You told me to wake you when we were twenty minutes out ~ come on man you need to get up, now!”

Tom began to stretch on the couch that slips out to a bed like a futon but a thousand times more comfortable, “Okay Jeremy I’m up.” Tom lifted his hand over his mouth and coughed several times. “Hey how much longer did you say until we hit the tarmac?”

Agent Jeremy Tucker was taking the two steps back towards the cockpit and yelled back at the makeshift wall that creates a private resting place for guests to sleep and said, “Come on man ~ I know that you have been up for like over thirty-six hours but you need to get your shit together we land in less than twenty minutes.”

Tom turned on his side, “Thanks Jeremy.” As he rolled onto his side he felt a silky smooth, soft, warm and very naked body next to him. Tom freaked out and rolled backwards and right off of the bed onto the floor. As he landed on the floor with a very large audible thump then he felt a wet slimy wet spot on his bare ass cheek. That actually made him even more worried as he had no idea why the hell he was naked his self.

Jeremy heard the loud thump as Tom hit the floor, “Are you alright clumsy?”

Tom wiped off whatever was on his ass cheeks with his hand and said, “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m okay I just woke up in a strange place and didn’t really know my surroundings.” Tom took a couple more seconds to recover from his deep sleep and got a hold of his surroundings. The room was pitch black and Tom fumbled around the make shift room until he found his phone. He hit one of the buttons on the phone that gave just enough illumination for him to see two used condoms on the floor. It was his sperm that was smeared all over his ass cheek. He looked up at the bed and he eyeballed his naked and very attractive witness to a quadruple homicide sleeping soundly on her stomach on the same bed he was just in.

Tom’s mind seemed to explode in shock and thought to his self, ‘Holy… Shit…. Tom!!! What the hell did you do? What the hell did you do? You fucked a witness ~ Holy Shit! ~ Holy Shit what am I going to do?’ Then he answered himself in his mind, ‘Not panic that’s how criminals get caught! Calm down you dumb fuck and think.’ He found the small black button and turned the cabin light on. Once he looked around the small room things began to come back into focus.

He quickly made his way to the two used condoms and then a zillion thoughts ran through is mind. The worst was that he just fucked an eye witness to a high profile assignation. He was totally fucked and he knew it. He was running through about twenty different scenarios of how to dispose of the condoms without being caught. Then as he was slipping his pants back on Tom thought, ‘stop thinking like a fucking criminal would ya ~ start thinking like a criminologist where would you look for incriminating evidence?’ Tom realized that no one would look in his satchel being the Agent in charge of the investigation and he could dispose of the condoms at the Camelot clinic.

Tom quickly made his way to the bathroom and got a few wet towels and came back to his lovely ‘Jane Doe’ and opened her legs gently trying not to wake her. Then he cleaned her pussy the best he could. As he gazed at her flawless opal shaped face Tom seemed to be in a trance by her beauty. Tom’s mouth watered as he played with her perky breasts and then her clean shaven nether region; it was like he couldn’t help himself he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Her pussy was still steaming like a volcano that erupted not too long ago. As his fingers traversed her pussy Tom’s cock began to expand inside of his pants as he recanted how he fucked the shit of this unconscious beauty.

Then his mind snapped back to reality as Tom realized that he just molested a totally defenseless woman. Even though it was some of the best sex that he’s had in the past couple of years. He then went to the bathroom and flushed the tissues down the toilet. Tom looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and thought to himself, ‘you’re not this guy ~ you know that you’re a molester now? You know that ~ you dumb fuck? Look at yourself you can no longer hold yourself above any common criminal now ~ come on Tom snap the fuck out of it will ya!!! Get your shit together man you have to act normal. Ya gotta act like nothing happened back here.’

Tom splashed water on his face and collected himself and calmed down. When he came back out he dressed his witness back in her FBI sweats and then he took a blanket from the bed and threw it on one of the chairs to make it look like he slept on the chair by himself. Just then he opened the door and slid the partition to the side making the cabin one room once again. Tom looked himself over and ran his fingers through his hair and collected his thoughts and tried to act as natural as possible. He lightly wrapped on the cockpit door, “Hey Jeremy how much longer?”

Jeremy unlocked the cockpit door and Tom slipped inside, “Hey take the co-pilots seat there buddy. We are coming up on final approach here.”

Tom climbed into the seat and tried to act as normal as possible, “I love this Jeremy ~ I love when a plane lands it’s a huge rush especially seeing from the cockpit.” Tom was trying to make any kind of idle chit chat that didn’t pertain to Jane Doe the witness that was still heavily sedated back in the main cabin.

Jeremy being an ex-naval-aviator brought the plane down with a soft touch landing. Several minutes later the plane was parked in a secret FBI hanger. Jeremy opened the hatch and slipped down the steps. Tom retrieved his sleeping beauty and carrying her in his arms he exited the plane. Waiting for Tom in the hanger was a black Ford Caprice. When Tom reached the bottom of the stairs he was met by Agent Travis Carpenter, “Here, Sir, let me take her for you!”

Tom for some reason didn’t want to let her go. The young girl was his toy and his alone, “That’s okay Travis get the door and get in the front and get us to the clinic.” Once everyone was in the car they sped away from the private area of the Albuquerque airport. “How long is it going to take before we get to the clinic Travis?”

Travis looked in the rearview mirror, “About two hours outside of town sir.” They traveled in silence until they got to the clinic as Tom nodded off ten minutes after they left the airport.

As they pulled up to the back of the top secret clinic named Camelot there was two Air Force orderlies waiting for them with a gurney. As Tom slipped out of the back seat the two large Air Force orderlies helped the young girl gently onto the gurney. As they were strapping her down to make sure she didn’t fall off in the background walking down the hallway came a 6’2” blonde hair man with a pipe in his mouth. Tom could make out his blue eyes and slim build and as he came closer his blonde goatee came into view. He held out his hand to Tom, “Hi, I am Doctor Miles Spencer PhD. ~ Welcome to the Camelot clinic ~ my clinic.”

Tom held out his hand and shook it, “Hey, Special Agent Tom Murphy FBI. You can just call me Tom if it’s okay that I call you Miles or Doc?”

Miles smiled and chuckled a little at Tom, “Yeah sure whatever makes you feel more comfortable. Listen the guys here are going to take our ‘Jane Doe’ here to her room. I got your preliminary report and the report from my colleague Dr. Corzine from White Memorial Hospital in Los Angeles back in my office. Look, ah ~ Tom ~ it is real easy to read a preliminary report but you were actually at the crime scene. The details that are stored in your head are going to be much more vivid and more concise than any report that I could ever read. If you don’t mind taking some time and come to my office you could fill in a lot of the blanks for me. It will really help me bring back our ‘Jane Doe’s’ memory.”

Tom looked at Miles as they were walking back to his office, “Look ~ Doc ~ I’m not really sure what I could add to my report. I was pretty specific in my description of what I thought happened. What I need to know is ~ whether or not our ‘Jane Doe’ was an accomplice to the murders or was she just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Miles opened the door to his office, “Tom, have a seat and let me explain what I do here and then you can fully appreciate why I want to re-interview you.” Miles picked up the manila folder and read for a few seconds and asked, “You say here in your report that our ‘Jane Doe’ seems to be alert but just stares out into space?”

Tom said, “Yeah I mean when I was at the crime scene I walked into the bathroom and our ‘Jane Doe’ was sitting in the tub. She turned and seemed to look right through me but said something like ‘protector or protect her.’ Then she got out of the tub and walked over to me and climbed up onto my waist then the blank stare came back over her face once again. Your colleague ~ uhm (Tom began snapping his fingers) uhm ~ Dr. Corzine said that she was slipping in and out of some kind of psychotic break between her conscious and her subconscious or something like that.”

Miles looked at the Agent knowing that more than likely he went to an Ivy League School and graduated more or less at the top of his class, just like most FBI Agents tend to do, “Do you understand at all what Dr. Corzine was talking about?”

Tom said, “Yeah to be honest with ya Doc I’m not too hip about the whole ‘psychotic break’ thing and all. All I know is she appears to be ‘zombie like’ to me.”

Miles smiled at him, “Well, instead of me giving you all the clinical terms let me break this down to you on a very elementary level. Think of your mind as a branch office of any typical bank. Okay, so, you have the tellers, loan officers, various managers and a safe. The tellers ~ well, they like facilitate your memories. They take your memories in their raw form and make a deposit or withdraw from your subconscious inside of your own personal safe. The loan officers and managers well they deal with much more complex memories or groups of memories. The safe ~ Well Tom ~ let me ask you this ~ what do you think is the most important thing inside of a safe Tom?”

Tom quickly answered, “The cash ~ you know what I mean ~ the money stored inside.”

Miles said, “Well that is true to a point but the safe also has safe deposit boxes and inside of your subconscious, your safe deposit boxes are most important things in your own personal safe. They contain all of your individual memories and each person has millions and millions of these safe deposit boxes locked away in their subconscious. Remember that as a customer of a bank you are bringing the most sacred and secretive things that you possess and you place them inside these safe deposit boxes so that no one else can get to them.

Well, in this scenario our ‘Jane Doe’ ~ all of her memories are still being stored in her own personal safe inside of her subconscious. Now if you want to access a particular memory, then you’re going to have to go to her personal teller located in her conscious and then request withdrawing a memory from her safe in her subconscious. The teller working in her consciousness takes the request to the manager working in the subconscious and then the manager collects the memory from the safe deposit box in its raw form. Unfortunately for our ‘Jane Doe’ the manager is not forwarding her memory from her subconscious to her conscious to the teller ~ hence the psychotic break.

Now that is one problem but there is still one other problem that needs to be overcome. Even if the manager releases the memory from your subconscious the memory is released in its raw form to the teller in the conscious. When it is finally delivered to your conscious then your conscious determines how to react on that raw memory. Tell you what Tom, let’s do a simple exercise here just between us ~ and I’ll show you how this works with a perfectly good brain.

Tom I want you to think back and tell me the first girlfriend you had in high school. Did she break up with you or did you break up with her?” Throwing up his hand to Tom, Miles said, “Now before you answer let me tell you what just happened. As I was asking you that question, that became the request to the teller in your consciousness. As the request was sent to the manager in your subconscious the manager went into you own personal safe. As the manager walks into your personal safe because I mentioned the words ‘high school’ all of your high school safe deposit boxes full of high school memories become highlighted in your brain. Then the manager sifts through to find the memories containing the ‘first girlfriend’ you dated. That then highlighted all the memories of just that particular relationship for as long or as short as it may have lasted.

Then finally the manager finds the specific safe deposit box containing the memory of the break up because of the key words ‘break up.’ Now that the manager has found the memory the manager hands it over to the teller in the consciousness. Now, at this point the teller holds the memory back until the consciousness decides how to disseminate the information back to me ~ a complete stranger. Remember Tom ~ you are meeting with me for the first time. Tom you are going to want to keep your male ego in check you are going to want to show me that you are an Alpha male. So, you just might lie to me just to make sure that I do not find you less of a male if your girlfriend broke up with you first.

Let me tell you this Tom it doesn’t matter to me if she broke up with you first or not. It happens to all of us at one time or other. The main thing here in this exercise is that there were key words that unlocked all of those safe deposit boxes full of various memories. I bet before you even thought about the actual break up your mind was instantly flooded with thousands of various memories of when you were in High School. That happened because of the key words, high school, relationship, break up etcetera, etcetera. See that is why I want to interview you about what happened. The key that will open the door that is shut between our ‘Jane Doe’s consciousness and sub-consciousness it could be the smallest, tiniest little thing. So the more information we can share between each other will be truly beneficial to our ‘Jane Doe’ do you understand that?”

Tom digested everything that the doctor had just told him, “It was Roxy Hughes and that bitch broke up with me for a junior because he had a car and he took her to the junior prom. How stupid is that doc?” Tom hung his head in shame looking all dejected.

Miles looked at him, “Look Tom, if it’s any consolation my wife of twelve years was cheating behind my back with the same guy even before we got married and still took half my stuff. So, there goes my male ego. So why don’t we start at the very beginning of this. I don’t want you to divulge any FBI secrets or anything ~ just what would be pertinent to our ‘Jane Doe.’”

Tom took a deep breath in, “I’ll tell you what I can, okay. Well, this all started about two years ago. I was transferred from the mortgage fraud department and was put on a special detail in the Organized Crime Task Force of New York City to canvass the Moretti crime family of New Jersey and Staten Island. Salvatore Palandolpho became a person of interest for me and actually he quickly became number one on my list. He would be considered a Lieutenant in the Moretti crime family. He was a ‘made man’ but he started taking a ton of trips all the time to all of these strange places.

He kept a real low profile within the family and didn’t really shake anything up. It was like he was part of the crime family but wasn’t really part of it if you know what I mean? We have taped conversations and he did as he was told and never rocked the boat for the guys above him. For the amount of money he was paying up to his boss’ he seemed to just sit around a lot when he was home. He was considered to be a good earner in the family so they just left him alone as long as the money kept flowing upwards. As a matter of fact he was being considered to become a captain in the ‘family’ and run three crews and only answer to the big boss himself.

What really turned my head was when I discovered all the cash purchases he was making in real estate. Now, these weren’t just any ordinary real estate purchases Doc. You are talking about prime commercial and residential places in like Manhattan, the Hollywood Hills, Malibu, Miami and overseas in London, Paris, etcetera, etcetera. He was also starting several new night clubs and other legitimate businesses around the country without the ‘family’s’ approval or knowledge. We had no idea where he was getting all of this money from and it was all being done in cash and the purchases were all in his personal name. These purchases weren’t made by the crime family just him personally. It was like he was setting his self with a plan B if he were to leave the family and make himself look like a legitimate business man.

When I started digging a little harder I found out he was making trips all along the border of Mexico and also into Mexico City itself. He was taking at least one trip every month for a couple days or so at a time into Columbia, Brazil, Ecuador, Bolivia, Venezuela and Peru. Since I wasn’t allowed to follow him I could only imagine what he had his hands into down there. Then every other month he would fly in to various countries of Asia-minor. What the hell he was doing in places like Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Dubai, Yemen, Omar, Saudi Arabia, India, Bangladesh, Pakistan and Afghanistan? I mean such innocuous nations who would he knew there and what could he possibly be doing there? He was also going to Asian countries as well like China, Japan, South Korea, Thailand, Singapore in Indonesia and the Philippines. What in the hell would a Lieutenant in the Moretti crime family need to be flying to any of these countries and who was he doing business with? It just didn’t add up ~ you know what I mean Doc?

The more I dug the more I realized that this guy was using his affiliation in the Moretti family as a front believe it or not. I mean who does that? Who uses a crime family as a front to hide his own secret cartel? I mean publicly everyone already knows that you’re a criminal. I guess that was the real genius behind it all. No one would ever suspect that he was running guns, drugs over international boarders and kidnapping young white teenage girls and trafficking them into prostitution on the black market.