Dr. Jason Smalley had just finished a liquid dinner consisting of a variety of alcoholic beverages in a bar overlooking the busy main street of the hectic resort town of Sant Antoni di Portmany on the western coast of Ibiza. He did not want to return to his empty hotel room so moved on to one of the many nightclubs that catered to the hordes of young fun seeking tourists mainly from the affluent countries in northern Europe. As he decided to cut down on his alcohol consumption, he ordered a bottle of red wine with only 12 % alcohol that was a lot less than the 40 % alcoholic drinks he had been gulping earlier. He looked around and saw a couple of hundred youngsters none of which appeared to be over 25 years of age dancing, singing and making out as if there was no tomorrow. He was disgusted to see several interracial couples that consisted of a blond girl and a dark skinned man. He smiled to himself with the knowledge that this abomination would we wiped out from Europe soon, thanks to his own handiwork. Dr. Jay walked up to one of the scantily dressed girls, whose short, strapless white dress contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. The dress was practically molded on her full figure so when she turned to him he did not need to use his imagination to guess what lay under the dress. He invited her to join him for a glass of wine, or a drink of her choice. She laughingly said her name was Veronica and she would gladly join him if his intentions were serious as she was a working girl who needed an income, and asked for a glass of expensive Remy Martin. He ordered the drink for her and told her she could call him Jay, and that he was very serious about her if she was willing to try some kinky stuff. Veronica said she was ready for anything if the price was right and the deal was sealed with her giving him a peck on his cheek while her right hand patted his backside to make sure that he carried a stuffed wallet. She said that she had a fully equipped room reserved in a hotel next to the club and its price was included in the deal. She sensed that although he professed to like her he kept looking around the bar and his glance lingered on some handsome guys, so she told him that for some extra cash she could arrange for a threesome of any variety he chose. Jay was excited by this new twist but said that he would tell her later what he preferred.
Jay and Veronica left the nightclub and walked to the hotel. Jay was already quite inebriated but did not refuse the drink she offered him in the room. He drank it quickly and said that he had to use her bathroom. When he didn't come out after a few minutes Veronica knocked on the bathroom door and softly opened it to see that he had passed out on the floor. She smiled to herself, thanked the manufacturers of the chloral hydrate "knock-out" drops, took the wallet out his pocket and found that it was indeed stuffed with 50 Euro bills. She also saw the plastic card that was the key to the room in his hotel and a small folder with the room number and the name of the hotel. She called her partner on the cell phone, told him that she had a parcel to deliver and asked him to arrive quickly. Juan knocked on the door and without a word she let him in and showed him Jay's wallet, the hotel card and the gentleman himself on the bathroom floor. They decided to leave him on the floor until the drug's effect wore off and meanwhile go through his room in search of anything of value. Veronica said that the wallet contained enough cash for her and Juan to disappear for a few days until Jay hopefully would have to leave the island. The search in Jay's room did not yield much besides a British passport in the name of Jason Smalley. They left the passport in its place because they figured that he would need it to travel from Ibiza and as far as they were concerned the earlier he left the island the better.
When Dr. Smalley regained his senses he found himself on the bathroom floor in a strange room. After a few moments he managed to stand up, lean on the bathroom sink and wash his face with cold water. He immediately realized that his wallet, cellphone and watch were missing. He cleared his head and was shocked to see that the time on the clock-radio in the room was 11:15 am. He left the room after noting the room number 468 on the door and took the elevator down to the lobby. He went to the front desk and asked who was checked into room 468. The desk clerk took one look at the disheveled man and understood what had happened. He told Jay that he could not disclose this information and offered to call the police. Jay did not want to get involved with the police and be questioned by them so he said he would go to his own hotel and lodge a complaint from there. He slowly sauntered to his own hotel and presented himself at the front desk and asked for a copy of the key to his room. Here too the clerk realized what had happened, did not ask any questions and handed him a copy of the key. Jay entered his room and saw that it had been ransacked methodically and professionally. He was pleasantly surprised to see that his passport was on the table and had not been taken.