Noon
"Roger, please do me a favor. I really can't speak with all those people in the apartment building. Switch with me and I'll speak to the super and find out about security cameras. I'm more adept with the electrical components and I'll check it it all out. Please!" John pleaded.
"No problem, Deacy, will do. Let's go together" Roger answered.
They both arrived at Cynthia's apartment building and as they left the taxi Roger immediately pulled out a small bottle of Binaca and gave himself two sprays into his mouth. John stopped and looked at him quizzically.
"What, Deacy, you know I gotta be prepared." Roger quipped.
John made a face and into the building they went.
"You have pad and pen Rog...and, uh, condoms?" John sneered.
"Roger to all three" he said and left John at the super's apartment.
Knock knock
"Excuse me, I'm John Deacon, a friend of Cynthia Lewis. Are you aware of what happened in Cynthia's apartment?" John asked.
"Well, I know there was some sort of problem when an ambulance and the police came." the super said.
"Did they ask to see your security system or surveillance?"
"Nope."
"I would appreciate it if you let me look at it." John said.
"Are you a cop, because you look very familiar to me. Have you been around here?" The super asked.
"No, I live in London" John said."
"Wait, you're the bassist from Queen. You're John Richard Deacon" the super said with pride.
"Yes sir, I am, and Cynthia is a great friend of the band. Now please, may I look at your security?" John asked.
"Yes, yes, of course, right this way" motioned the super.
"Dad, did you see my....oh my God, QUEEN! What are you doing here, my God, John Deacon" his son exclaimed.
John reached over to the super's son and shook his hand telling him he was there to help find a lost friend.
"Now Ricky, do your homework, I've some business with Mr. Deacon.
"It's John, please"
"Can I call you Deacy?" Ricky asked.
"Well, you ARE a fan, yes of course you can."
"RICKY, LEAVE US ALONE NOW AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK" his father yelled.
Ricky meekly went to the kitchen table but left the door ajar so that he could hear what a member of QUEEN was doing in his apartment.
"My degrees in electronics will help me in determining what is on them and how to access them" John said.
"Okay" said the super," by the way, my name is Salvatore, please call me Sal."
"Will do, Sal, now let's see what's on these tapes."
John rewound the tapes and peered thru the window screen and took notes. There was really nothing under the norm except for a black Dodge Caravan parked in the no parking area in front of the building, running.
"Thank you Sal, I much appreciate this" John said.
As he was about to leave, Ricky ran out of the kitchen saying, "Deacy, don't leave, I have something to add that dad doesn't know about."
John turned around and said "what do you have, Ricky?"
Oh my God, he knows my name , Ricky thought.
"When I came home that night, Deacy, I saw the van running with no one in it. I thought that in itself was strange, but it was the little red spiders along the back bumper that caught my eye. I never saw that before" Ricky said.
"Okay, I wrote all that down. Thanks Ricky and of course, you too Sal. You were a great help. My other bandmate is knocking on all the doors questioning the occupants so don't be upset or suspicious." John said.
"Who is that?" asked Ricky.
"Roger Taylor"
"Roger Taylor" he gasped, "there will be no women safe in this building"
John chuckled at this thinking how the reputations of the band members are known around the world.
YOU ARE READING
A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
