Dark Knight
I was to sleep till past
noon, but the portable rang. I rolled over and picked it up.
"Billy Dane." That
was my name if there was a need to be a Man, but if it’s a Wo-Man with Tits
they want, then my name was Billie Diane.
"Billy, it’s me,
Anne." I knew Anne. She was from the Precinct; our own informant.
"They got Virginia."
"I would call you
back." I told Anne. I turned off the portable. Sleep was not needed then,
while I got dressed and went down to look for Anne at the Precinct. We met at
the Cafe across the street.
"I saw the report when I
checked in. She was knifed like the others." Anne was in between tears.
She knew Virginia; she was a Rook. “Are we in danger?"
In the past, there were
threats before from rival organization which the Queen had handled with her
diplomacy or by stern actions. They had all survived those previous threats,
but this was different. A Rook had fallen and the Pawns were concerned.
"Any leads?" I
asked her.
"I don't know. I am not
in the Task Force. There is one Agent, Micheal Darren. He was working with
Simon."
"Simon? I know
Simon." I smiled. “But I don’t do cops. I guessed I would have to change
rules.”
"Yeah, he liked you but
you shied away. He could tell from your looks. He was into you." Anne
replied. I then asked her on Tom, my other informant in Forensics.
"He's okay. I guessed he
got the Forensics covered with Audrey there. She adored him." We had
certain key persons to ensure the information we need are available. I said my
goodbye to Anne and left. If I am to get at Simon, I needed some help from some
friends.
The place was located at the
business district but well hidden with the bakery occupying the other half. Its
accessed was via the side entrance of the bakery. I walked along the dim light
narrow way; saw the high definition camera over my head. I knocked on the door,
at the end. There were no names required; if they don't like my look, the door
would remain closed.
"Hello, Billie."
The lady who ran the place was behind the counter. She was small framed in that
blouse and jeans, but many had under estimated the lady who was also an
ex-wrestler.
"Darla had been calling
for you. She was in need for you but you did not reply." Darla was one of
my regulars for the weekly physical therapy. In her other life, she was a stock
trader with three failed marriage relationships until she found me. I kept her
satisfied while she satisfies me with some good market tips. Lately, I was
caught on other issues, and could not reply her calls. Upon entering the room,
I saw Darla partially dressed in her top half of her business suit, while
standing with her back to me. She had been drinking; one of her bad habits when
under stress.
“Hello, Darla.” I walked up
to her and grabbed her by the waist. She leaned back and laid her head on my
right shoulder. She pulled out the vibrator from her, and threw it aside.
“Fuck me.” I did as she
asked. Soon after several intense sessions, Darla laid back on the bedding while
I poised my body over her left side. It was time for me call in a favor.
"Can you get me into the
Planet Core?" The Planet Core was a place which Simon also patronized.
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