Hired by a young man to find out why his fiancee ran away roadie / PI Lenny Parker finds her quickly and sees her drive away with a big black man who turns out to be a pimp called Larry Thunder. For earlier episodes click here.
SEVEN
Mikey had agreed to open the
motel room door for Jill. Mikey is a good looking dude and probably the least
crazy looking of Lenny’s band. More Jon Bon Jovi than Lemmy Kilminster or Ozzy
Osbourne.
Thunder was standing behind Jill.
She was dressed in knee-high boots, a denim short-short skirt and a tight top. She
looked hot.
“Hello there,” Jill said as she
got a look at Mikey.
Mikey ran a finger through his
long brown hair and gave her his best smile. Odd that they the Nekromantic Poets
didn’t have any groupies really.
“Pay first,” Thunder told Mikey
and blocked his view of Jill like he was a bit jealous of how she looked at
him. A jealous pimp? That must get difficult.
“Sure,” Mikey said and took a wad
of cash from his jeans pocket. He counted the money for Thunder and handed it
to him.
“Good. Be back in an hour. Treat
her well or I kick your ass when I come to pick her up,” Thunder said.
Mikey spread his hands and gave
him that smile of his. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
“Very funny, wiseguy. Just
remember what I said.” Then Thunder left and Jill entered.
“You’re a handsome one, baby…” she
cooed as she came in, a hand brushing his cheek.
“You’re pretty hot stuff
yourself. Have a seat. I had the bed made especially for you,” Mikey said.
Jill gave him a quizzical look
but sat down on the bed. “So, how do you like it baby? Soft? Rough? Want me to
be your momma or your baby?”
“Actually, he just wants some
answers,” Lenny said and stepped out of the bathroom door together with Casey.
Mikey shrugged, an apologetic
smile on his face. “Sorry, sugar.”
Jill jumped up from the bed. “What
the fuck?”
“Relax,” Lenny said, a hand in
the air. “We were hired by your fiancée, Thomas.”
She sighed, averting her eyes. “Shit…”
“He wants to know why you ran out
on him and I figure he has a right to know,” Lenny said.
Jill dropped down on the bed. She
covered her head with her hands, eyes to the floor, hair hanging down her face.
“Just shit…”
“Come on,” Casey said. “It has to
do with all of this, right?”
Another sigh. Long, containing
months of stress. “Yeah… If you met Thomas you know the kind of catholic goody
two-shoes he is. Before I met him I was working for Larry Thunder already. When
I met Thomas I tried to quit that life. Larry wanted me back in his stable
though, saying I was just too much of a money-maker to just let go. He
threatened to tell Thomas what I used to do for a living if I didn’t work for
him one more year. Only one more year and then he would let me go. I just
couldn’t have him tell Thomas about my dark life. It would fucking crush him.
So I decided, what’s one more year.”
“And after that? You were
planning to return to Thomas?” Lenny asked.
She shrugged. “If he loves me as
much as I think he does he would take me back without a second thought.”
“I guess you’re right,” Lenny had
to admit. “But what were you planning to tell him? How were you going to
explain your taking off like that?”
“Haven’t exactly come up with a
plan for that yet, but I should be able to come up with something in a year.”
Lenny kneeled down beside Jill. “Listen,
you’re right… He does love you. And I think he’ll take you back right now, even
knowing about your other life. And I’m also pretty sure that knowledge won’t hurt
him as much as a year without you.”
She pulled her hair. “Dammit! Maybe…
I don’t know… Fuck it! I love him so much as well, but…”
Then there was a loud bang. The
door flew open, Larry Thunder bursting in, brandishing his .44 Desert Eagle
again.
Jill screamed. Mikey dove for
cover and Casey just cursed. Lenny put up his hands.
“You stupid fucks. I noticed that
damned Dodge Ram of yours parked behind the motel. Do you think I’m a moron?
Who the hell are you assholes?”
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