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    Ali Sam: Erapa part 3/6 Open Source Movie Challenge
    Ali Sam: Erapa part 3/6 Open Source Movie Challenge
    Ali Sam: Erapa part 3/6 Open Source Movie Challenge
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    Ali Sam: Erapa part 3/6 Open Source Movie Challenge

    By Steve Howard

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    Franco knew Detective Blussah was right after he had finally tracked down the model agency he was looking for. It had been a real job to find it. The agency had a website but no address. He had to write a form letter. Leave his phone number. It took days. The police commissioner called him into his office to make certain he had grounds to bother Sarah Salomon. Franco had heard of her. Not her influence. Then he finally got to visit with her and not offend her.
    Franco was not in the mood for being polite when he finally found Sarah Salomon’s office inside Anamata Networks offices. He knew there were cameras watching him all the way. The door opened for him before he could think to knock or open it.
    “Good afternoon, Officer.”
    “Good afternoon, Ms. Solomon, ladies.”
    “Can I make you a coffee.”
    “No thank you. I’m looking for a model that likely isn’t here anymore.”
    Franco walked along the line of photos on the wall. Beautiful in various variations.
    “How can I help you with that.”
    “Who’s that.”
    “That’s Heather.”
    “Heather Who.”
    “I can’t tell you that.”
    “I need to know it.”
    “I can’t help you. I can tell you she hasn’t been back for years.”
    “Can’t or won’t.”
    “We are a model and escort agency. Our girls have private lives they want to keep private.”
    “Bullshit. Excuse me. I find that hard to believe.”
    ...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteve Howard
    Release dateMar 6, 2019
    ISBN9780463624845
    Ali Sam: Erapa part 3/6 Open Source Movie Challenge
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    Steve Howard

    Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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      Ali Sam - Steve Howard

      Ali Sam

      ERAPA

      Part 3 of 6

      Steve Howard

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      Steve Howard on Smashwords

      Ali Sam

      ERAPA

      Copyright © 2018 by Steve Howard 773U5

      All rights reserved. Normally. This publication of Ali Sam – Erapa may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form with this written permission by the copyright owner and the publisher of this book. That’s me, Steve Howard 773U5. Please make reference to the source.

      Both Smashwords and Steve Howard 773U5 want to sell books. It’s up to you.

      This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events or locales are the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. The use or misuse of any trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by, the trademark owners.

      Use the correct episode number, i.e. as_ep3_13_001, on your video descriptions.

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      Table of Content

      Ali Sam - Erapa - 3/6

      chapter 13 _ Killer Faces

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      chapter 15 _ Blussah Meets Angela’s Lover

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      chapter 17 _ Zara Feeds Herself

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      chapter 13 _ killer faces

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      Franco knew Detective Blussah was right after he had finally tracked down the model agency he was looking for. It had been a real job to find it. The agency had a website but no address. He had to write a form letter. Leave his phone number. It took days. The police commissioner called him into his office to make certain he had grounds to bother Sarah Salomon. Franco had heard of her. Not her influence. Then he finally got to visit with her and not offend her.

      Franco was not in the mood for being polite when he finally found Sarah Salomon’s office inside Anamata Networks offices. He knew there were cameras watching him all the way. The door opened for him before he could think to knock or open it.

      Good afternoon, Officer.

      Good afternoon, Ms. Solomon, ladies.

      Can I make you a coffee.

      No thank you. I’m looking for a model that likely isn’t here anymore.

      Franco walked along the line of photos on the wall. Beautiful in various variations.

      How can I help you with that.

      Who’s that.

      That’s Heather.

      Heather Who.

      I can’t tell you that.

      I need to know it.

      I can’t help you. I can tell you she hasn’t been back for years.

      Can’t or won’t.

      We are a model and escort agency. Our girls have private lives they want to keep private.

      Bullshit. Excuse me. I find that hard to believe.

      Some clients, after having such a wonderful visit to the city, want to have a relationship with our girls beyond what was agreed upon in their contracts. The police can’t protect my girls from these men so I must. Strict policy of personal privacy. Our models are mostly university students. They can carry on good conversations. That is what they are paid to do. Converse and be good company. That is an escort service. Students, after they finish their studies, leave us. Lately they leave the county. There is not much left for them here. I am leaving soon. This is no longer a city for my girls. Or most of our clients.

      Where are you going.

      I have friends in Bogota who would like to see me take my business there.

      I wish I could come with you.

      I wish I could stay.

      Who’s this blond girl.

      That’s Mary.

      She doesn’t look like she’s from here.

      There are natural blonds in Venezuela.

      No shit, Franco thought. Not my question. Franco had a quick look at Sarah’s hair. He was sure she spent money on the colour.

      But she isn’t from here.

      No.

      When did you see her last.

      Sarah guessed he must have meant before the last time she saw her. She didn’t look over at the girls who were watching and listening. They would understand her answer.

      She hasn’t been around for years. Such a beauty with such a delightful mind. She went to do her masters back home.

      Franco took his smartdevice out and took a photo. Three of the models, which had been sitting around drinking black coffee and bottled water, watched him. He looked at them.

      Did you ladies know her.

      No.

      Who knew her. Who is this.

      Franco figured the photos where somehow dated. The models in the lounge were far off to the one end of the room and Ana Mari was next to Mary. Somewhere farther into the past. Ana Marie was not a blond like Heather and Mary. And she looked more like a suspect than Mary. Killer eyes.

      Ana Mari. She knew her.

      Where is Ana Mari.

      She is no longer working with us either.

      I bet she isn’t.

      Franco took a photo of Ana Mari.

      Do you have copies of these.

      No. They aren’t handed out. Clients don’t come here. Usually no one comes here other than my girls.

      How do your clients choose your girls.

      Topics of interests.

      By what.

      Mary studied politics and history. All our escorts are beautiful. If someone wants to talk biology or computer science, Mary is the wrong choice. Unless they wanted to party. Mary was then the right choice.

      You’re serious.

      You haven’t had a good look at our web page.

      Franco had more questions but he knew he wouldn’t learn anything. He knew she was lying. He believed her on Heather but after Heather, Sarah circumvented the truth. Careful not to lie. Same as lying. He thought he had two possible suspects. That was something to go on.

      Okay. I think I’m done here. Thank you for seeing me. And thank you for your time, Ms. Solomon. Ladies.

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      Not knowing where to start, Franco typed Ana Mari Caracas address into his search. The search turned up more than a million results for Ana Mari. Bloody Internet. Franco called himself an idiot for even trying it. Face scanning didn’t find anything. That was a little odd. It wasn’t easy to avoid being in a databank. Ana Mari had avoided the grid. She wasn’t a known criminal. She almost didn’t exist.

      He found Angela, the blond, who went by Mary. Angela Roberts last known address in Washington. The only trouble was, she was dead. Dead for a lot longer than a few weeks. She didn’t look like a killer either. He knew you couldn’t tell by looking at a photograph. He remembered the bartender had said she was beautiful. There was a difference in her beauty. All the girls at the escort agency were very pretty. One could say beautiful. The beauty was mostly the magic of a young fertile woman. That was life’s marketing con. And beer. Franco smiled. But this girl. Woman. She would be beautiful when she got out of jail in 30 years. Franco just wanted to have a coffee with her. Just sit and talk to her. Ask her how she got into her line of work. Then he would put her behind bars. He wasn’t optimistic. She could be in Colombia waiting for Sarah Solomon. He would have to let it rest. There were other cases to solve. He lived in a city gone to hell. He would tell Blussah about Angela. He had been right. Maybe she wasn’t dead. Hard to be dead and visiting the agency both.

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      Okay, guys, I’m going out. I’ll be back tomorrow.

      Sally was out the door and swinging it shut.

      No. Wait. Caprice, get her.

      Billy seldom raised his voice and never sounded alarm. Sally was still outside the door trying to think what could have alarmed Billy when Caprice opened the door and ran out into her, knocking them both onto the floor.

      Billy wants you to wait.

      I heard. What’s going on.

      We have trouble. Some cop in Caracas has your old name and a face for you. Not very good quality but still too close. He has sent it to a cop here in Washington.

      What’s happening. How.

      I’m in Detective Blussah’s computer. He has both of your pictures but he is only looking for data on Angela Roberts.

      She’s dead.

      They found Sarah.

      Who’s Sarah. You mean the escort agency. That’s from the wall. Oh, fuck.

      He has an address for Washington. Not this one. But still. We have to go. If he asks Interpol to look for you.

      So.

      Code Exodus.

      Shit. I was looking forward to spending the night with the professor.

      Billy messaged his team that they were moving. They would find the best way through to Canada.

      Code Exodus went back to their training time. Just meant get the fuck out. Don’t panic, you might have three minutes, turn everything off, grab your already packed emergency bag, which would be similar for anyone always on the go, and get the car. Continue not to panic. Don’t show faces to cameras on the highways. Don’t speed. Get to Canada as fast as possible. Sally and Billy had gone over the drill together many times. They had even gone to the precaution of selling the Volvo. The replacement car was a 12-year-old Chevy pickup truck. The advantage of a pickup truck was that baseball hats were almost required headgear. Made for easy concealment. As long as they didn’t get pulled over they should make it to the boarder. They would have to improvise but there were many lumber roads in Maine and New Brunswick.

      They had the advantage of no one knowing that they knew. They had some time. The police needed a reaction time. The orders would need to be given and the troops alerted. A small team in a pickup truck was quicker to move than a top down police force. They might be over the boarder before anything happened.

      Without a citywide marshal law house to house search, which would never happen. Unless you count the times when it did happen. But even that didn’t matter. If they knocked on their door. No one was home.

      Where we going.

      Nova Scotia.

      Where’s that.

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      Zara and Suzanna were invited to a party. It promised to be a big party. The older students from school, Brain’s friends and friends of friends. Maybe older college boys. With cocaine. It was one of the benefits of being rich. Good cocaine and plenty of it. But maybe not. Brian’s friends were mostly geeky pot smokers who loved talking about the universe and political madness. And playing games. Game theory. Most of them liked running. They didn’t run so much because they loved running, they just knew if they exercised and ate real food, their geeky brains worked even better. A nutty lot. Zara liked most of them because Brian did but didn’t talk to many of

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