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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 21: Security Detail
I finally had a piece of good luck in this whole sorry enterprise with Barbara Laufer. It turned out that Ellen, the blond on the wrong side of my Uzi, was her chief of security. That would be useful.
She trembled as she diagrammed the floors occupied by Barbara and her entourage. The resulting map was shaky, but legible.
“If this turns out to be bullshit, I’ll kill you slowly,” I told her, waving the paper in front of her face.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Ellen, prodded along now and then by a steely poke in the back, led the way toward the small conference room that housed her central security desk. On the way, we passed a little rotunda at the foot of a stairway. A frizzy-haired woman in her early 30s stopped in mid-stride when she saw me. Her legs, revealed by a very short skirt and enhanced by classy black pumps, were exceptional. Curious disapproval was written on her face.
“It’s OK, Barbanne, he’s with me,” Ellen said, nervously.
Barbanne wasn’t convinced. She spoke up in an unmistakable Australian accent: “Ms Laufer said absolutely no men up here this weekend. I’m going up to her suite now, and I’m afraid I’ll have to report you.”[Barbann1e.jpg and Barbanne2.jpg go here.]
The first burst of Uzi fire pocked her thighs and lower belly and put her on her butt on the floor. The second ripped open the jacket of her dark business suit and gave us a good look at the bullet holes in her black bustier, tits and throat. Barbanne was hit at least 15 times and was quite dead, but continued to jerk and spasm for several seconds before going still.
“You didn’t have to do that!” Ellen hissed.
“Well, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble.”
Ellen, apparently, did not run a tight ship. The 30-something blond at the security reception desk barely acknowledged us and then turned her attention back to her magazine.[desksuit30.jpg goes here.]
That made it easy. I killed her with a single shot to her right temple. Her head snapped sharply with the impact, and her collar-length, dishwater blond hair fell out from behind her ear. A single line of blood made its way down her smooth cheek.
Her right hand and then the magazine slid from her lap as she tilted to the left and her head came to rest on the desktop. Nylons hissed briefly as her legs uncrossed. Her ankles rolled out on her chunky black heels and her knees spread, revealing a black garter and a strip of black thong beneath her trim black business suit.
The security crew beyond the half-open door to the next room was oblivious to the murder of the receptionist. The casual talk of women killing time wafting into the reception area continued uninterrupted.
Ellen, the ninny, looked as if she might faint. [ellen30.jpg goes here]. I guided her to the phone on the desk and told her to make a call and find out where her boss was. She did; Barbara had retired to her apartment suite, on the third floor beyond the main conference room.
I had no further use for Ellen. I put the Uzi to the center of her belly and backed her up until she was pressed against the wall, then blew a hole through her. A spot of red widened rapidly on the white fabric stretched across her stomach. More red flowed down the wall behind her, moistening the tip of the spike heel she’d pressed against the wall for support. I sidestepped and pressed the gun against the outside of her small right breast, which was partially exposed by the arc of her tight, skimpy top. Her eyes turned to glass when I fired again.
Ellen stared at me for a moment. Then her left leg buckled beneath her black leather miniskirt and she fell suddenly and noisily to the floor. In the next room, conversation stopped abruptly.