It
was ruled a suicide.
When
Coldham Fintan Noose III, nick named Fin, heard about it he was totally shocked
and didn’t believe Kenneth Loesing had killed himself.
Fin
knew Kenneth Loesing pretty well. Their relationship had been a difficult one.
Both were self-assured, ambitious and leaders. They could be arrogant, selfish
and stubborn. While Kenneth was conservative Fin was liberal. Fin was in his
late twenties when Kenneth Loesing died, aged 66.
Kenneth
Loesing was balding, grey haired, craggy faced and blue eyed. Fin was light ash
blond and blue grey eyed.
They
had met four years earlier. Fin started working for Kenneth Loesing under a
pretense. He was a burglar and after a piece of jewelry belonging to Mr.
Loesing.
The
new driver was too own minded in Kenneth’s opinion and due to this they were at
logger heads.
Later
he found out Fin wasn’t what he claimed to be and was angry and upset about it.
Thank goodness Fin kept his cover intact and Kenneth believed Fin was a
security specialist.
Fin
started discreet inquiries if Kenneth had been near bankruptcy, indebted,
involved in shady business or had martial problems. Nothing came up, so Fin was
convinced something else must have happened.
Kenneth
was on a business trip in Singapore, when he “committed suicide”. He had
checked in at his hotel – when it opened in the 80s it had been the tallest
hotel in the world – a few days earlier.
Fin
had spent part of his honeymoon at the same hotel and knew that all guest rooms
had balconies. He didn’t believe Kenneth jumped. Had it been an accident? Some
underestimated how vertigo inducing the height could be and simply fell. Or had
something more sinister occurred and Kenneth had been pushed or forced to jump?
Fin was puzzled why someone would want to kill Kenneth. Fin was sure Kenneth
had made enemies during his career or even in his private life. He could be quite brash. Was this enough to
kill him? Fin couldn’t let it rest and since there was currently no new job
waiting for him he decided to go to Singapore himself and investigate.
Fin
took his wife and daughter with him and booked into the same hotel as Kenneth
had. Interesting enough some of the hotel staff recognized Fin and Frieda. They
were delighted Fin and Frieda had grown their family and spoiled Casey.
Fin
spoke with the receptionists, dropping casually that he knew Kenneth Loesing
and that his death was a tragedy. He found out Kenneth had been a regular and
made no signs during his final stay to be depressed and behaved like always:
demanding, a bit rude, but generous with tips.
Fin
heard from the check in staff that Kenneth’s favorite bar was on the top floor.
He checked out discreetly which staff members had dealt with Kenneth.
One
of the bartenders remembered seeing Kenneth with a lady, who could have been
his daughter or granddaughter. Fin guessed she must be quite young. According
to the bartender the lady was about 5 ft. 7 in. tall and had caramel colored
hair. She was thin and attractive.
Fin
was puzzled. Who was that mysterious girl? Kenneth’s mistress? Fin wondered if
maybe back of house knew more. He thought the house keepers wouldn’t trust a
male, so he asked his wife to speak with them. Frieda took her time to gain the
trust of the ladies and gentlemen. At first the mostly Filipino staff didn’t
trust Frieda. It was unusual for a guest to be interested in them. When Frieda
had gained their confidence she dropped that she had heard about the recent
suicide and wondered what the staff made out of this. Firstly and not
surprisingly jumps occurred more or less frequently. They agreed with their
fellow employees and Fin. There hadn’t been any indication or reason why Mr.
Loesing would have killed himself. He had behaved as usual. Mentioning the
young woman in Kenneth’s company the staff got shy. They didn’t want to speak
about that. Finally Maribel agreed to talk. They met at a café. Normally Frieda
was a coffee lover, but for some reason she couldn’t take the smell and felt
nauseous, so she did forgo her usual cuppa and ordered mint tea instead. She
was glad Maribel wanted to sit on the patio. The smell wasn’t as intrusive
there. “So, the lady staying with Mr. Loesing, was she his wife?” Maribel shook
her head. “No, I have met Mr. Kenneth’s wife and children. I know what they
look like. Ms. Anna is around 15 years older than the missy.” “So the girl was
Mr. Loesing’s mistress?” “My mates and I believe so.” Based on Maribel’s
description Frieda made a sketch of the woman. Maribel advised a few changes.
By the end a clear picture emerged.
Frieda
and Fin discussed how to proceed. They tried first to see if the receptionists
knew the mistress’s name. Unfortunately they didn’t. Fin and Frieda dismissed
the idea to check with Singaporean immigration. They didn’t want to draw
attention that they were investigating themselves. So what could they do?
Frieda thought of going to contact Kenneth’s family. Fin wanted to engage
friends of his to hack into the US Department of State to locate her. Frieda
didn’t believe the young woman was American. She thought Kenneth’s lover was
Australian or New Zealander. They agreed on calling Patsy Loesing, Kenneth’s
mother, with whom Fin had a good relationship.
Patsy
was surprised to hear from Fin. He wasn’t the most loved person of the
Loesing’s. “Mrs. Patsy, my condolences.” Fin offered. She burst into tears.
Kenneth was only dead a month. It was hard on Patsy. She always had believed she
would die before her son and couldn’t believe he had committed suicide, but he
must have done it, because he had obviously jumped.
Normally
Patsy was strong and didn’t show much emotions, so she was a bit embarrassed
about her crying on the phone. “Mrs. Patsy, I don’t believe Kenneth killed
himself.” “He must have done it…” Fin had debated with himself before calling
if he should be straight forward. Knowing Patsy he thought she would prefer
honesty over beating around the bush. “Did you know Kenneth had a girl staying
with him in Singapore?” Patsy’s free hand went to her mouth. “I had no idea!”
“Well, I suspect she was his mistress. I’d like to talk with her, since she was
probably the last one to have seen Kenneth alive. Do you think your family might
be able to help identify her?” “I’m not sure, but I will check.” Fin explained
he had a sketch of the person and Patsy promised to sweet talk her daughter in
law Anna to have a look and she herself would too of course. Anna didn’t want
to hear anything about it. “I fucking don’t care what Mr. Noose wants! My
husband is dead and Mr. Noose has nothing better to do than accuse Kenneth of
having an affair!” “Remember when he worked for us he was always honest.” “He
lied and he’s doing it now again! I bet he’s gloating about our misfortune.”
“He lied to protect us. Don’t forget the Wallenstein branch of the family
wanted to harm us and Mr. Noose was here to protect us. Otherwise he never lied
and was a good employee. I trust his instincts.” “If it really means so much to
you, go ahead and invite him!” Anna gave in, but she wasn’t happy at all.
Fin,
Frieda and Casey travelled to Dallas, where the Loesing’s lived. Fin returned
to the mansion, feeling tense, sad and guilty. Fin could guess he wasn’t going
to be made very welcome and he could understand it.
As
expected he was let in by Florence Durazo, the housekeeper, and led to the
living room. All the family members were there. Fin was a bit wary of the
youngest son Javier, who had kicked him the last time they met. Thank goodness
Javier gave him only icy stares like Anna, Wylie and Johnny, the oldest sons,
did. The only welcoming faces were Patsy’s and Adrien’s, the youngest and only
daughter of the Loesing’s.
Patsy
looked at the sketch first. She shook her head. “No, I don’t recognize her.
Sorry.” She handed it to Anna, who briefly glanced at it and said. “Nope.”
Johnny, who was fifteen denied ever seeing her. Fin gave up hope. The family
probably didn’t want to face that Kenneth had been cheating or they simply
didn’t want to help him because of their shared past. Wylie identified the
unknown person. “That’s Sarah Condos. She was at the guest lecture my dad gave
about oil, environment protection and why it is safe to drill in National
Parks, like the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska last year at his Alma
Mater. I remember her so clearly, because she sat beside me and blew Dad
kisses. I was wondering why she would do that…” The seventeen year old had now
a better idea. He had already guessed that his dad might have had affairs
before Sarah. There had been signs, but Wylie had been too young to understand
it.
From
then it was easy. Sarah was Australian and had been an exchange student at the
University of Dallas when Kenneth Loesing had given his lecture for the
Economics department. She had returned to her native Australia, but not to her
home town Adelaide. She now studied in Sydney.
Checks
confirmed Sarah had been in Singapore at the same time as Kenneth.
To
get a better picture of Sarah Fin wanted to observe her, so he had to get a
visa from the Australian Embassy. He was
relieved when he got it and finally could be on his way.
Sarah
Condos was quite active. She went to her classes every day and to Aikido
training twice weekly and worked three times a week as a waitress at a greasy
spoon. Weekends Sarah met with friends or stayed home.
Fin
watched her closely and couldn’t detect that she was upset about Kenneth’s
death.
When
Sarah was at university Fin broke into her flat. It was easy peasy. The flat
was chaotic. Fin thought it was sad, because the contemporary design of the
furniture and airy feel of the rooms didn’t fit with the dropped clothing
everywhere, dirty dishes in the sink and the strewn books, papers and magazines
around the living and bed room. Fin searched in the untidy environment. Fin
nabbed the most actual diary and checked out the photographs he found. Some
showed Kenneth and Sarah together in different locations. In a few they were
kissing, confirming they had had an affair. He took photos of those.
One
of the commodes drew Fin’s attention. The top drawer had a lock and seemed
slightly larger than the others. Fin tried to open it, but it was locked. Fin
didn’t want to leave behind evidence he had opened the drawer, so he went
looking for the key. He found it in a ceramic bowl in the kitchen with other
knickknacks. The key fit. Fin was surprised how heavy the drawer was. When
pulling it out it nearly crashed on the floor. Checking the content Fin saw
different gun licenses. Underneath was clothing and weapons. Fin could identify
some of them, for example a Smith & Wesson 0.357 Magnum, a Luger 9 x 9 mm
Parabellum, a Harrington & Richardson 0.32 Magnum, another Smith &
Wesson with a 0.44 Magnum caliber and a Remington 0.41. Fin shuddered. He
didn’t like weapons. Sarah on the other side seemed to know how to handle them.
Fin returned the content and drawer to its original state and brought the key
back. Having seen everything Fin left.
To
Fin’s dismay the pages during Sarah’s Singapore stay had been torn out, so he
guessed she had something to hide.
Fin
read the other entries, though, to get an idea what made Sarah tick. She seemed
self-centered and concerned with her own gain. Fin didn’t mind ambitiousness –
it was a trait he had himself – but there were things he would never consider
doing, like stealing from his brother or friends.
Fin
had experience with killing. He had murdered someone once nearly a decade
earlier, having had no choice about it. The experience nearly broke him. He
would kill again if necessary. He did everything in his power to avoid it at
all costs, though. Another time Fin had to protect his family, so he ordered an
assassination. It hadn’t been done lighthearted or had been easy. He felt about
both decisions regret and guilt.
Reading
the diary Fin had the impression Sarah Condos didn’t have any scruples. In fact
Fin believed he was dealing with a psychopath and Sarah was highly dangerous.
He was also very sure she was responsible of Kenneth’s demise. He tasked his
middle man and friend Adam Granato to organize police officers in Singapore,
the US and Australia to help Fin in solving the case and contacts in Malaysia
and Singapore in organized crime.
Fin
met Anthony Smith at the police station, where he was based. According to the
information provided by Adam Anthony was 58 and twice divorced. Fin was picked
up by Anthony at the reception and brought to his office.
Anthony
was on the shorter side and Fin thought some fat hid that Anthony was quite
strong and muscular. Fin guessed Anthony spent lots of time outside, because
his face was weather beaten, making his green eyes stand out. Anthony had grey
hair and a mustache. His office was tidy. There were lots of files, though.
Anthony
Smith didn’t know what he should make out of Fin. It was a bit unusual to
receive requests from his American and Singaporean counter parts to assist a
civilian. Anthony trusted his instincts and couldn’t shake the feeling Fin
wasn’t a security specialist. He could have sworn Fin operated on the wrong
side of the law. Of course Fin might have changed from illegal to legal work.
Fin
was respectful and used the right rank. He thought Fin was too smooth and nick
named him “The Eel”.
“Coffee?”
Anthony asked Fin after offering him a seat. “That would be nice,
Superintendent Smith.” Returning with some awful brew he took a seat opposite
Fin behind the writing desk. Fin told him his plans. Anthony wasn’t sure if Fin
was crazy. “It’s risky what you are planning to do. What if she doesn’t take
the bait? What if she admits killing this Kenneth, but it won’t stand up in
court due to it being seen as having made a confession under duress or in the
worst case she will try to kill you?” “Well, if she doesn’t confess, it was at
least worth a try. I will stroke her ego, so it will be definitely not under
duress and if she wants to liquidate me I hope it doesn’t work out. If it does,
I died at least for a noble cause.” Anthony shook his head. An idealist!
Anthony couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t sure if it was the right motive, but
against better judgment he agreed to go ahead with it.
Anthony
and Fin worked out the plan for the operation. Fin was equipped with a
microphone, transmitter and a bullet proof west. “Try your best not to get shot
in the head.” Anthony suggested kindly. Fin laughed. “Thanks for the advice.
I’ll try.”
Fin
chose a day he was sure Sarah Condos was working at the greasy spoon. He
thought his chances of getting killed during a confrontation there were
reduced. Fin took a seat at a window table. Soon Sarah approached Fin to greet
him warmly and hand him the menu. “Hey, I think I recognize you from somewhere.
Have we met?” Fin asked, looking puzzled. “No, we definitely haven’t met. I
would remember someone as good looking as you.” Sarah flirted. “My, thank you!
I can only return the complement.” Fin replied charmingly. Sarah thought she
had flattered Fin, hoping for a big tip. Fin pretended to study the menu,
watching Sarah covertly to sashay away. She was attractive, indeed, and intelligent.
It only reinforced he had to tread carefully. He had a look at the menu. When
Sarah returned Fin ordered an orange juice and the fried chicken. The food was
okay, but Fin’s stomach was knotted with nerves. Sarah arrived to clear the
table. “Was it tasty?” “Very good.” She was about to leave, when Fin grabbed
Sarah by the wrist. “I remember now! Kenneth has told me about you and shown me
pictures of you together.” Sarah frowned. “Kenneth? I don’t know what you are
talking about.” “Kenneth Loesing. He was my former boss, but we kept in
contact. Before he died he told me how happy he was to have found someone
young, attractive and ambitious. Kenneth thought he could have both, you as a
mistress and his wife.” “He was wrong about that.” Sarah spat, sending angry
daggers with her eyes at Fin. “I must say I admire you.” Fin said. “Why?” Sarah
tried to free herself. Fin held on with an iron grip. “You were very clever.
The police thought it was a suicide.” “I don’t know what you are talking
about.” “Of course you do.” “No, I don’t! He jumped, because I finished the
relationship.” “How convenient. Don’t you think you helped him a bit to make up
his mind?” “Why would I do that?” “You felt betrayed by him. In your
imagination he was leaving his wife and marrying you. When confronted with the
truth – Kenneth was never going to get divorced – you decided no one should
have him.” “And how would I have been able to make such a strong man as Kenneth
jump?” “Very easy. Officially you left for Australia. In reality you crossed
the border to Malaysia and spent some time in Johor Bahru. I know for a fact
you bought an illegal weapon there. You returned to Singapore and met with
Kenneth in his room. Maybe you told him you had a rethink and wanted the
relationship going again to gain access…” Fear flickered in Sarah’s eyes.
“Safely in his room you managed to get him on the balcony, got out your pistol
from your handbag and left him a choice: Either jump or get shot. He chose the
first, playing in your hands. The police would believe it was either an
accident or suicide, since there was no evidence of forced entry and nothing
was missing. It had happened before, so there was no reason for suspicion.”
“Wow, you have it worked out perfectly”, Sarah replied ironic, “how do you
explain there is a boarding pass available in my name two days after I split up
with Kenneth?” “Conveniently your identical twin sister lives in Singapore. You
two exchanged passports, so your sister’s will show she has been to JB – short
for Johor Bahru -, while yours has a stamp you left Singapore.” “I see you have
covered all your bases. What are you? A private detective?” “No. I just
couldn’t believe Kenneth killed himself and tried to figure out what happened.”
“How can I insure you keep quiet about it?” Fin asked a question instead: “So
is this how it happened?” Sarah hesitated for a moment. Her shoulders slumped.
A sign she gave up. “I thought my plan was foolproof…” Then Sarah laughed. “You
should have seen Kenneth’s face when I pulled out my Luger. He forgot about
Champagne and sex on the balcony quickly!” Fin didn’t find it funny. Turning
serious Sarah said: “Kenneth begged, but I wouldn’t listen. He had treated me
badly – even laughed at me for being so stupid to believe I would ever be Mrs.
Loesing. Nobody leaves me! I am the one, who decides if it’s over or not!”
Sarah realized she had said too much. Her mind was working furiously. The
kitchen! Fin had released her arm earlier, so she could easily march off. She
returned minutes later with more juice. “I think we have earned our drinks.”
She said. Fin didn’t trust the offering. He was lucky when plain clothed police
officers arrived to arrest Sarah. It caused some stir. Anthony entered too. He
said: “Congratulations.” “Thanks. Can you do me a favor and have the orange
juice analyzed?” “Why?” “Don’t you think
it’s a bit suspicious Sarah offered me a glass without any charge or me asking
for it?” “You are right. I’ll have tests done.”
The
results showed the beverage contained rat poisoning. It meant further trouble
for Sarah, who was charged with murder, attempted murder and owning an illegal
weapon. Singapore and the United States wanted her extradited, which she fought
with tooth and nail. Sarah won that battle and was sentenced in Australia to
life without parole.
For
the Loesing’s the case meant closure and they were grateful to Fin, who was
satisfied he had figured out how Sarah had committed her crime and sad and
angry, because Kenneth’s death had been so senseless.
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