In total, she ran up well over six thousand dollars in credit card bills directly linked to her and her lover in two months. Since the card was in Beverly’s name only, Frank won’t be on the hook for them. If he was, it wouldn’t surprise me if he dug her up and slapped the shit out of her. Instead he gets to collect the life insurance he had on her. That’s another motive I had to consider.
The lover’s motel would be my first stop. I was hoping security cameras caught a good head shot of they guy. Our cyber guys could use facial recognition against the FBI database to help us find the identify of Beverly’s headless lover.
I was right about the hotel. They used high definition video cameras at the front desk and caught the happy couple on a few occasions. It only took the cyber unit 4 hours to get an 85% probable match.
The feds started photographing everyone who crossed the border years ago. It seems a certain man with blonde hair, standing six foot four inches tall crossed the border from Canada all of four months ago. As usual the feds kept poor records but after a few phone calls I was able to find out that he came over on an H1B Visa as a Project Manager. No wonder our guys couldn’t find his finger prints, he was Canadian and wouldn’t be part of our regular database searches. But his employer here stateside was responsible for finger printing, criminal background and everything else. Of course that goes to the immigration people at ICE who makes it part of the database. At the time of my inquiry, ICE was four months behind on scanning the data into their system.
At least the Border Patrol tagged this guy crossing the border and called ICE, who called the State Department, who emailed the Border Patrol to confirm his Visa. So one Robert Tolson of Montreal crossed the border and after only four months of being stateside, he seduced a former friend and had his head blown off by an unknown assailant.
I called and talked to a detective in Montreal to let him know one of their citizens were murdered and hoped that he could give me some back ground on the guy. It turns out that Robert Tolson was a well known alias used by a lowlife named Stephen Wallace. He was a part time performer for an all male revue in Montreal. When he wasn’t doing that he was trying to milk ladies out of their money by making them believed he loved them. He was a fucking con artist. There were several arrest warrants out for the prick but before they could catch him, he just up and disappeared four months ago.
Now they knew where he ended up and now that he was dead, he was no longer their problem but mine. They even refused to accept the body for burial in Canada. I already knew who helped him with the fraudulent H1B Visa and in getting him across the border. If he came over for what I suspect he did, he was successful up to the point to where he had his head explosively relocated from his body.
With the day over with, I went home for the night. My wife had made me promise to be home on time today so she could give me my retirement present early.