Port Sonoma

decaying bodies had alerted port security. They raided the company whose name was on the bill of lading and it was owned by her boyfriend. She turned prosecutor’s witness against him.
After the investigation, Pearl met and fell in love with a U.N. special envoy who worked on human trafficking. When the trial was over and her ex-boyfriend was executed, she and the envoy moved to the United States and were married. Two years later he was murdered by Turkish slave traders in Northern Italy.
At my post office mailbox there was an envelope from Uncle Willie among my usual bills and offers from credit card companies. I opened it and saw a check for twenty-five hundred dollars. I had only charged him two thousand. He must have really appreciated the information that Pearl’s testimony against her boyfriend had led to his execution. I could put that five hundred dollar bonus to good use.
I called a cab to take me to Sammy’s so I could pick up my bike. As usual he gave me a big discount for the repair job. After I stopped by the bank, I pulled into the rear carport three apartment buildings down from mine and across the street. I needed to be more careful.
I walked down the back alley to the apartments across from mine. I climbed up to the third floor and scoped out my building. When I didn’t see anyone suspicious, I went back to my bike, and then drove to the carport of my building and parked in my space.
I went up to my apartment and carefully looked around for anything that wasn’t kosher. I unlocked the door, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat down at my computer. After I logged on I checked my email.