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Two Wrongs Make a Right / Chapter 5: The Russians (fm:one-on-one, 11428 words) [5/9] show all parts

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Rowen Wolfe finds another victim but finds herself in a very dangerous situation. Is it enough to convince her to move to Rio de Janeiro to be with Nicolás or will she continue living a life of crime?

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Two Wrongs Make a Right / Chapter 5: The Russians

July 2014

Joey Dixon met Rowen Wolfe near Yellowstone Park at a small restaurant in West Yellowstone, Montana. She had spent a couple of weeks there vacationing with her boyfriend Eric Larsen and was ready to return to work. She sent Eric back home to Wisconsin and stayed a couple extra nights to meet with Joey.

He found the perfect rube in Seattle, a doctor who was over-prescribing pain medication to his patients - both legitimate patients and non-existing ones. The poor guy was in deep with the Russian mob. He was widowed, no children, and had no social life. He made the ideal mark.

They met for breakfast at a local eatery. Rowen ordered steak and eggs. Joey ordered rainbow trout and eggs. They sipped on coffee while waiting for the food.

He said, "He lives in an affluent area of Seattle in an apartment overlooking Elliott Bay. I've got an apartment for you nearby with great views of the city. There's a pool, exercise facility, and the usual perks for a luxury apartment. I rented a new BMW 500i for you, white with a gorgeous brown leather interior. It has all the bells and whistles. Sorry, it's not a convertible."

Their breakfasts arrived and she asked as she cut up her steak, "Does he have any preferences? Brunette, blonde, redhead?"

Joey cut up his trout fillet and took a bite before answering. After swallowing, he said, "I don't think so. We haven't seen him with any other women. He is either working or hanging out at a bar near his apartment. He pretty much keeps to himself unless he's meeting with one of his Russian mob friends. He strikes me as someone at the end of his rope and in need of some tender lovin' care. He's ripe for the pickin'."

She savored a bite of steak before saying, "Sounds like the poor guy is lonely. I think I'll go blonde for this one." She fluffed her long mane. "I think I'm due for a change."

As they finished their breakfasts, they made arrangements for Rowen to accompany Joey back to Seattle.


August 2014

Rowen tailed Dr. Ivan Petrov through the streets of Seattle. The Russian immigrant was believed to be involved in a major dope ring, over-prescribing pain medication for patients who often paid him cash under the table after they were hooked.

He ran a legitimate pain clinic for patients with issues like chronic back and neck pain, fibromyalgia, and arthritis. He had other legitimate professionals working at his clinic: a physical therapist, a nutritionist, a massage therapist, and acupuncturist. The clinic was located in Edmonds off a busy commercial street in a middle class neighborhood. Looking at it one would never guess three people died from overdoses after being prescribed pain meds there.

She followed him as he traveled home from the clinic. He lived in a loft apartment in the Belltown area of Seattle about a half hour away from the clinic with breathtaking views of Elliott Bay. She was able to follow him closely on the I-5 freeway but fell back once they hit city streets. She wasn't surprised when he stopped at Johnny's bar for happy hour. He'd been doing it every week day for the past month since she had him under surveillance.

She found a place to park about a half block away and walked to the bar passing restaurants, some with outdoor seating. The smell coming out of a Moroccan restaurant on the corner made her mouth water and reminded her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

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