Lauren Bianchi Journal

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*Smiling as I move around my apartment. I've been home for a couple of weeks now and have met with the Ladies of the escort service. The meeting was due to the recent raid and inditment of the D. C. Madame. I don't know what brought her service under the FBI's radar. But it was definetly not good for bussiness. For the most part I don't have problems with the Ladies. They know the rules and stick to them. The few ladies that do break them are not around long. All escort request will for the time being be throughly checked out. If it's a new client will be offered only the services offered in the contract they sign. This will cut into the ladies profits and will be made up in their pay checks until it is decided that the danger of being investigated has pasted. Ladies that break this new rule and caught will be left hanging in the wind. I will not be brought down by them. Nor will this service. This also applies to those clients recommanded by regular clients of the girls. I'm not taking any chances. I also reinforced that the ladies need to conntact me or Jason or one of the guys at the spa. Letting us know who there with and where there going.

I've been lack on this rule as all the ladies know how to take care of themselves, and to this point it as not been a problem. I used the killing of the woman in the park as the reason. They accepted that reason. What I haven't told them is that one of them is missing. Denise Jacobs has been missing for three weeks. I have Colm Feeney looking for her. But as of right now he's not found any trace of her.

Tammi did a great job while I was gone. Their will be a bonus in her check at the end of the month to show my appriatation of her hard work. Now to get back in the swing of things in the city.

closing the book, putting in the bottom drawer of my desk, locking it

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May 29,08

*Pulling out my journal, reading over the old entry, growling and tossing the pen down, walking over to the bar, mixing myself a soco and lime. Sipping on it as I try to organize my thoughts. There has still been on new on Denise Jacobs. Correcting that. Until the other night there had been no news. I recieved a call at work from a man named Cody Body. He was asking about Denise and another girl that works for me, Vanassa Phillips. He didn't use either of their last names. I don't know if this is because he didn't know them or just knew their first names. I patched the call thru to Tammi and Diego after he said that it was important. It seems he got a call from someone. He said the voice was messed with that asked about Denise and said that Vanassa had had a weekend to die for. Than this person had given him an address in the warehouse district. Told him to have fun down there. I took down the address and told him that I would have Diego take care of it. I got his cell number for him incase I or Diego had questions for him.

After ending the conversation with him. I went to the Bergan hunt club and met up with Tammi and Diego. I had lunch with them as we discussed what to do with the information. Diego put in a call to Denny Mahoney, we as going to have him or some of his guys go and check out the warehouse and let me know what was found *growling* god I hate waiting but I know it's the best plan.

Diego is going to have Cody Boyd's background looked into. Tammi did say He was staying with Barbara Barton at the moment and a rumor at one time was going around that she had hired him to knock off her husband. Making a note to get in contact with Colm Feeny to see it he has anything new to tell me.

*closing the jounal and putting it away*

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*Sighing and leaning back in my chair, wiping my hand down over my face. Whoever called Cody Boyd, wasn't kidding unfortunately about Vanessa having a weekend to die for. Her body was found in the warehouse by Denny Mahoney and some of his guys. What I was told was she had tortured and mutilated. With the same saying craved in her chest as the girl found in the park.  A strange twist to all of this is the fact that Denise purse as found in the warehouse. But nothing else. Knowing I will have to call a meetings with the ladies once again and work on damage control.

*Digging around in my purse and pulling out Cody Boyd's number. Laying it on the desk. Knowing I will have to try and get a hold of him. I need answers and fast. *growling and grabbing my jacket needing to get out for a bit before dealing with this new development.*