I'd been sent to Majorca to investigate some weird occurrences: bank accounts of teenagers being emptied. I'd spent three weeks there and I still wasn't any closer to discovering the perpetrator. But thumbing through the crime reports I noticed some similarities in the victims pictures--young men, all teenagers but still pretty ripped. I looked at my own body, thirty-four but I looked younger--but still too old for this crowd.
It was Friday and I headed down to the airport to see the latest influx of visitors to the island. It was the last weekend of the season and there must have been only thirty people. As I waited for them to exit arrivals I looked through the list of passengers. There was a group of four that were waiting for their luggage, one of them looked like a perfect target--tall, blonde and an impressive chest exposed by the low cut v-neck shirt.
Walking to the group I asked if they needed a lift to their hotel, my mini-van was outside. Accepting my offer I took them to their hotel. On the drive over I found out the guy's name was Daniel, this was his first time abroad without his parents, just him and his friends. He offered to pay for the trip flashing a huge roll of cash, but I declined. I knew then I'd found the next victim--good looking, strong, naive and loaded with cash.
I decided to stick close to the hotel. I paid the staff to send me a text whenever the group moved. I'd got a message saying that Daniel had deposited most of the money in the night safe--good plan I thought to myself. Then at nine-thirty I got another message: they'd turned up at the hotel bar. I made my way there and found a discrete corner to watch from. As the night went on, the four friends got louder. Daniel was buying another pitcher of Margarita's when a girl started talking with him, I could see by Daniel's body language he was flattered--if not a little nervous. A friend came over to collect the pitchers before slapping Daniel on the back and whispering something in his ear which caused him to blush.
The girl leaned across and kissed his neck, I watched as she took his hand and traced it up her thigh. She whispered something in his ear and I could see him swallow hard and then nod. He gulped down his drink and she led him to one of the darker corners of the bar away from prying eyes. It didn't stop the rest of his friends from whooping as they left.
I found another seat, where I could see the couple's reflection from the corner of my eye. They were kissing, long and deep. I could see Daniel struggling to keep up. She sat down on a long bench seat and turned him around pulling him to sit between her legs. Her hands disappeared under Daniel's shirt, touching and massaging his torso. She pulled at his shirt and he willingly pulled it over his head. She continued to massage his stomach and cupping his pecs while kissing his shoulders and neck.