Written by student Michelle Silver, this mystery will be posted in three parts over the next week.
A Detective’s Tale: Part 2
I started calling Jake’s phone numbers which she had supplied, and got no response. I checked to see if any other numbers were registered to him as maybe he just didn’t want to talk to her. No new numbers - and according to a friend of mine at the telephone company, no usage on his phones in about two weeks. This seemed strange, as everyone gets some calls. I decided to drive out to Surfside where he was last known to be living. It was a small beach side bungalow set back from the road, and as I approached I knew something was wrong. The closer I got to the house the stronger the stench got. Having worked with animals for a while, I knew the smell of decay. I called Surfside police and had an officer meet me there.
When they arrived I identified myself; one of the officers was familiar with my company and asked why I was looking for Jake. I told him his ex-wife was worried as he hadn’t picked up the dog as scheduled and I was checking it out for her. They asked if I had knocked at the door and I responded no; because of the smell I didn’t want to approach the house in case something was wrong. To me it smelled like death. I told them that Jake supposedly had been in financial trouble and if he was indeed dead which I expected, I didn’t want to contaminate the scene. I was thinking depression leading to suicide. Boy was I ever wrong. The two officers approached the house and found the back door had been broken into. Inside Jake was dead alright, but he had been beaten, tortured and then killed. Crime scene was called out and I gave them my fingerprints to eliminate me as a suspect since I never entered or touched anything on the property.
I called Dottie and told her she now had full custody of Aimee as Jake was dead. I explained the police would probably want to talk to her since she was his ex. I also told her not to worry, I had only told them she was concerned since she hadn’t heard from him and he had failed to pick up the dog. I wasn’t going to bring up the necklace until I did some further investigating. I returned to my office and started researching her ex-boyfriend. Since he was famous, there had been quite a few books and articles about his days as the most famous cat burglar in the Miami, Miami Beach and Golden Beach area. I found an interesting article about a Golden Beach robbery that has never been solved. It occurred around twenty years ago, which put it near the time Dottie received her necklace. Could this be the same necklace? I was going to try and find out. Meantime, the police were looking into the murder of Jake. They were nice enough to keep me in the loop, as I think they knew I was looking for more than why he didn’t pick up the dog.
I awoke one morning to find the detective at my door asking me to please come down to the station. When we arrived they put me in a comfortable office and started asking why I was really looking for Jake. I had a reputation to uphold and didn’t want Dottie hurt in case Jake had gotten into something, so I told them the whole truth. After all, this is south Florida, and between the mob and the drug cartels anything is possible.
One of the detectives showed me an empty jewelry box that had the outline of the missing necklace. He asked me for a description of the necklace and I saw a glimmer in his eye. He was an old timer and I think he had the same feeling I did about that necklace. We looked at each other and then he said he had worked a case about twenty years ago and still had his notes somewhere. He said although the case was never solved it intrigued him, because all of the other pieces had surfaced in the last twenty years. However, there was never a trace of this piece. He even had a picture of the necklace, and it was gorgeous.
Later that day Dottie was brought in. They explained that she wasn’t in trouble and was not a suspect in Jake’s murder. She was however, a person of interest in another case. They showed her a picture of the necklace and her eyes got as big as a deer in the headlights. Even though she tried to play dumb, she wasn’t fooling anyone. She sat there for a while and I finally got permission to enter the room. I had been observing from a connecting room via video cam. She seemed relieved to see me and asked if she needed an attorney. I told her cooperating with the police was her best option. She explained that a boyfriend had given her the necklace twenty years ago and until he was arrested she had never even suspected that he hadn’t bought it. After all he had a great address, pockets full of money and partied with the rich and famous. She was young and in love. She finally grew up got an education and changed her ways. She had kept the necklace as a token of love from her first “True Love”. They had a few more questions for her about who Jake hung out with and did he gamble. She didn’t know much and they believed her. She was driven home and told not to leave town.
A search of Jake’s house revealed he indeed was in financial trouble. He had kept email records on his computer of loans and gambling debts with an interesting IP address. It turned out the IP address belonged to a loan shark and bookie that was being investigated for racketeering amongst other things. The RICO squad had him under surveillance and had someone in his organization undercover. It seems that people that did business with this person ended up in the hospital or vanished. Being surrounded by ocean it wasn’t hard to completely disappear from Miami. Contact was made with the undercover officer and a meet was set up. During the meeting, the officer had a very interesting twist to add to the story.
It seemed that Jake had gotten in over his head with the gangster who we will call Mike. Jake had told Mike about his wife’s necklace and that it was worth about $50,000 which was a little more than he owed Mike. Jake was supposed to get the necklace and bring it to Mike and they would split the difference between what was owed and the value of the necklace that Mike had a buyer for. Mike wasn’t dumb; he knew exactly where that necklace came from. After all it had been custom designed at Tiffany’s for one of the wealthiest families on Star Island. He also knew it had been stolen from the daughter’s Golden Beach apartment twenty years ago. Poor Jake had no idea what that necklace was really worth.
Mike sent one of his collectors to Jake’s house to pick up the necklace. Jake had called earlier and was trying to renegotiate the deal. Mike guessed he realized that the necklace was worth more than he originally speculated. He refused to give up the stones. Mike’s man had called and said Jake didn’t have the rocks with him, what should he do? Mike told him “Find out where he put that necklace, whatever it takes, and then make sure he never crosses me again!” It seemed like a lot of information until I saw the recording. Apparently the undercover had wired Mike’s house and because of new technology the tiniest mike picked up clear concise communication. The officer asked who the collector was but the undercover said he wasn’t sure. He would get back to them as soon as he knew more. In the meantime the RICO squad was reviewing their wire taps on Mike’s residence. They were thinking maybe Mike called in outside talent to retrieve the necklace. After all, the way Jake was tortured before he was killed had to be the work of a real sadist and none of Mike’s known associates had that type of reputation. Reviewing the tape from the wiretap revealed a new twist to this already twisted story.
It seems Mike is looking to find somebody. Whoever tortured and killed Jake was not the person authorized by Mike. So now we have a missing necklace and a dead Jake and Mike’s man never saw Jake. There was a taped conversation of the hit man stating that Jake is dead, the necklace was missing and the place was a mess. Someone had beaten them to the scene! According to the crime scene investigators other than Jake and a hooker or two, there were no prints at the house. Which meant gloves must have been worn. Would we ever find out who killed Jake? What happened to the necklace? Who ripped off Mike? What do I tell Dottie?
I returned home and thought about it. I would sleep on it and call her in the morning. Didn’t sleep too well, something just didn’t seem right. Next day I called Dottie and explained what I had found out. Surprisingly, she didn’t have a lot of questions - she almost seemed relieved. Again I started getting that red flag feeling. Oh well, I made up a bill and sent it to Dottie. There was nothing more I could do as it was now a police matter. She sent me a check with no questions asked and thanked me for my help.
