The Case Of The En-Slaved Souls

Chapter One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 2 Monday morning, June 8th 1990 saw me walking down the hallway of Boston Police headquarters for a special meeting with my Uncle Jessie. I dressed today for this meeting somewhat formally, not that anyone would’ve noticed. I had on a pair of black slacks, a white silk shirt a red tie, and blue blazer. Also my sliver tipped cowboy boots that could be heard in unison with the rest of the officers of the precinct. Walking toward my Uncles office a few of the detectives and uniforms who had seen me either stopped to say hello, or they’d shake my hand, as they passed by. To tell you truth I was sort of toying with a notion that this meeting might end up with me getting hired to find a possible missing person. After all; I have been pretty obsessed with this strange abduction case for a while. If you don’t believe me just ask my wife Lori-Ann. She’d either see me watching the coverage intensely on television, or noticed me down in my basement office reading about it in various newspapers and periodicals I’d buy just to keep myself updated with it. And with this past weekend’s disappearance of Brenda Davis from her downtown Boston apartment. You could say I was literally jumping at the chance to get into this investigation big time. Initially this all started two and a half years ago around this time out in California with the loveliest of young women just disappearing without a trace baffling state and local authorities’ beyond belief as to where they would’ve gone. Page 3 But even more bizarre than each of their disappearances was the crime scene evidence discovered. Whoever this was always places two articles inside of an oversized manila envelope. The first article was always a totally nude photograph of each of the victims in a head to toe shot followed immediately by a strange single lined message that always read. “One more added to the fold” Scratching their heads like I said before authorities did the best they could with what little evidence they had to process. But really who knew this would only be the beginning because other states across the country quickly began to experience the same bizarre occurrences as well. Massachusetts up until this past weekend was one of the last states to have been spared by this bizarre epidemic. Catching the site of the name plate out of my right eye it simply read: “Jessie James Police Commissioner” Turning slowly I felt a subtle smile come over me as I stood before the door. I momentarily thought about him being first promoted to that prominent position by his honor the Mayor. I remember watching him; smiling; winking; over at me then giving me the thumbs up which I gave right back. Shaking my head to awaken from my reverie, I knocked on his door listening I heard him call out to “come in” Excusing himself he got up from behind his desk and walked over to greet me as I entered. Page 4 He stood 5’10’’ tall and had a good muscular build for a man his age, as I always noted when meeting him. I noticed he had on the same style shirt as I had on with a blue/white uniform type tie, also a darker blue blazer hanging up beside the desk on his coat rack just to my left. He also had on black slacks that Lori-Ann and I had given him last Christmas with the creases perfectly pressed. Uncle Jessie gave me a long hug which I might add isn’t weird in the least and hugging him back, as I did my eyes fell upon another gentleman also in the room with us. I immediately recognized the gentleman as Mr. Alan Davis having read an article about him in a news magazine. it said he was the developer of a computerized strategic defense control system, the very first of its kind.) He looked to be around my Uncle’s age, maybe a bit younger; he had on a pair of jeans, a Grey pocket t-shirt, and brown boat shoes. I noticed he had a black brief case on the floor beside his chair on the right. It wouldn’t be until making myself a coffee that we would walk over to join his guest. His friend naturally rose up slightly in respect to my approach to take my seat just to his left. After placing my cup down on the corner of my Uncle’s desk I sensed a nervousness about the man. Looking toward Uncle Jessie his eyes were calm, but I had a stronger than average feeling something was wrong in the room. “Eddie, first off I’d like to thank you for coming in today for this meeting and I’d like to add that I do apologize for taking you away from anything you were busy with.” Slowly shaking my head my Uncle watched me with the subtlest of smiles as I replied, “You’re very welcome Uncle Jessie, it’s an honor for me to be asked to be here for you, and please - you never have to apologize for taking me away from anything I’m doing.” Having said that we each saluted the other with raising our coffee mugs. Page 5 “Before I go ahead and explain why I asked you here Eddie, I’d first like to introduce you to my old college roommate Alan Davis, Alan this is my nephew Eddie James I told you about him the other day you remember?” Turning slightly I extended my hand to him. He accepted shaking it quickly without much of a grip. Only confirming to me as he took it back that something was indeed wrong. “Alan Please! Remember what we discussed; Eddie please accept my apology for my friends rudeness. It’s just he’s been here since Saturday frantic with worry about his daughter who?” “Disappeared isn’t that right Uncle Jessie? And let me guess all Mr. Davis here found was a large manila envelope?” The silence that followed pretty much meant it was true.