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I’ve got to get rid of her,’ Rick’s thoughts were elsewhere, desperately trying to stay ahead of the game. He knew, though, it was coming.”Listen to me Marylou, you ain’t nothin’ to me. You were nothin’ more than just another job. So, get over yourself, you hear?” Rick McKenna’s words cut through Marylou, much like the sharp knife he used to slice through the rare steak on his plate.  “But, Rick,” Marylou objected, discernibly upset by his callous demeanour, “I don’t understand. How can you say that? I… I thought we had something?”Her usual sultry, southern drawl sounded more like desperation than seduction.”Darlin’, pick up your bag and leave, right now,” Rick barked loudly at her, and he stopped what he was doing, briefly lifting his gaze to her, “it’s best for you,” he added before returning his attention the bloodied plate, hoping everyone heard him tell her off.He looked up again when Marylou grabbed her handbag from the counter and stomped away. He watched her as she disappeared up the staircase of the dimly lit, basement eatery.A single tear smudged Marylou’s mascara and ran a black trail down the side of her cheek. Her body jolted, startled by the shutter-board swing doors as they banged closed behind her.She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, looking at it in anger before wiping off the black mess on her coat. Standing in the drizzle of another stark, cold night in downtown London, she looked the street up and down before stepping off the pavement to cross the cobbled road.’I have to get a message to the embassy,’ she pondered in her mind. Rick’s last words. It did reveal one truth. ‘He had to get rid of her, and fast. He must be under surveillance.’ She stopped walking and froze, gasping at the reality that Rick might be in danger. She lifted her heavy tweed coat to run toward the red telephone booth she noticed further down the road. The light inside flashed ominously but looked empty.  She was about ten steps away when she noticed the car lights round the corner slowly. Its beams pierced through the darkness The wind-blown, angled rain glimmeredthrough it. When the lights hit her, she immediately sensed danger when the accelerator was floored and the large vehicle sped straight towards her. The thought of running was still in her mind when the car struck her, throwing her into the air like a tossed ragdoll.The car screeched to a halt. A dark figure stepped out of the rear door and walked over to Marylou’s mangled body. Standing over her, the two shots from the ’38 disappeared under the sound of the crashing thunderstorm. The large automobile sped away and disappeared into the black night.  The crimson-red pool on the pavement was illuminated by the telephone booth light, and Rick noticed it right before he realised it was Marylou. ‘No! No! It can’t be her..’ he silently prayed, running to her. He recognised her coat. Then the white-heeled shoes with the golden clasps. He needed no check, for he knew it was her.He pulled a soft pack from his inside pocket, caught a cigarette between his lips, and tilted his bursa escort head to shield the benzene lighter flame from the rain. He flipped the metal lighter closed and took a long, deep draw on the strong tobacco.’Fuck protocol’ anger milled his mind, ‘they shouldn’t have done this.’Someone was going to pay for what was done to Marylou. And he was going to ensure they suffer before the light leaves their eyes. “I’m here for Shanty,” Rick snarled at the doorman through the opened slit in the metal door.”Shanty is busy,” came the reply, but Rick’s ten-pound bill he slipped through the narrow opening was apparently enough to gain entrance. A long passage opened up to him. The sounds of moans, groans, shrieks, and screams echoed down the seedy hallway.”You can come in, but Shanty is busy. You can go wait at the bar, just go right down there,” the burly muscle barked at him. He never saw the knuckle-buster fist coming and collapsed in a heap on the dirty floor. Rick stepped over him.”I’m in a hurry, I can’t wait,” he mumbled as he walked up to the first door.The locked door elevated his anger and he stepped back to kick it open. The small room was filled with opium smoke, and an oversized bedside lamp cast a glow across the naked back of a whore fucking her umpteenth customer for the day. She flung herself off the man, clearly terrified by the unexpected intruder.”I’m looking for Shanty,” he growled in her direction. She tried hiding behind a pale, scrawny-looking man, who sat up and was fumbling with his glasses to see what was going on.”Shanty is not here,” she blurted out hastily, “I don’t know which room she’s in.”The spectacled ‘John’ stood up in protest, his thin frame sporting a huge erection.”How dare you…” He was cut short when Rick’s fist planted him back onto the bed.”What the hell man?” he cried out, holding his nose with both hands. Gushing claret streamed down his chest. His whore used a shirt to wipe him down and hold to his broken nose.“Put some ice on that,” Rick mumbled as he turned around and walked out.Room number two was diagonally opposite. He scanned down the passage before turning the door handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed into the room.“Aaaah!”The scream came from an enormous, stripped-down bloke who was cuffed to a steel mesh screen against the wall. He was perspiring heavily and his hairy back covered in welted red streaks. His ‘Madam’ stood behind him. Dressed in black stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, and a black and red, lace corset, she yielded a woven leather whip which she had been expending on her client. The mask on her face hid her panicked expression as she swung around at the sound of Rick barging into the room. “Get the hell out of here, you brute!” She yelled at him, taking a step toward Rick and cocking her arm to flay the whip she held in her hand. He stepped into her swing and caught her by the wrist before the leather could cut his face.”Darlin’, you’d better calm down. I’m looking for Shanty,” he hissed between his teeth, “I’m not here for you. Where can I find Shanty?” and pulled bursa escort bayan the hand-stitched leather mask from her face. Her stricken expression was chiselled by the deep bladed scar which ran from ear to ear.”Who do you think you are?” She yelled at him in protest “Get out!”Rick ripped the whip from her hand, pushed her back against the undressed blubber client, and menacingly lifted his hand to strike at her. The sound of liquid pouring on the floor broke the silence. The ‘John’ had pissed himself. The Madam cowered and screamed at him.“She is not here! I don’t know where she is! Please, leave!”“You’re gonna have to clean that,” Rick smirked and threw the whip on the floor. He slammed the door closed behind him.  He marched across to door number three and swung the unlocked door open. The lowly lit room smelt acrid and his eyes needed to adjust to make out the ‘John’, who was tied to the bed. His arms and legs were bound to the four posts with ruby silk ties. A rather large blonde woman was on all fours over him, moaning loudly while she was sucking him off. Her back was facing Rick and he tilted his head to look at her thick pubes sticking out between her plump thighs. He walked closer. She was obliviously gagging on the large cock of her tied-up client, who was blindfolded. He gave her a hard slap on her fat arse, which startled her and made her jump up. Her massive tits swung around and wrapped around her sides, yelling something foreign at him. Fear filled her eyes when she saw Rick.”I’m looking for Shanty,” he barked, “Where is she?””She… she is not here,” came her shaky reply, “She, she might be with a client, I think”. Her timid voice was squeaky and high-pitched and sounded totally unsuited for her large frame.”Thanks, doll, you can get back to it then,” he said as he turned around to walk out, pulling the door closed behind him.’Where the fuck is she?’ His anger was mounting and the lurid stench of sex clung to his nostrils.The next door had no number but was painted a bright red color and stood out from the others. He turned the doorknob and pushed in. The door creaked open. He entered a darkened room that appeared larger than the others he had seen. It was decorated with draped Persian carpets on the walls and the ceiling, covered with cream, satin-looking sheets. A large, four-poster bed with a mirror mounted under the canopy frame, stood centred against the back wall. Two wall-mounted, stained glass lights beamed their soft radiance into the room.He walked up to the dresser table to look at the open book on the counter. It was a frayed edge copy of ‘Gone with the wind’. He opened the book and brushed the pages with his thumb as he scrolled through it. A small piece of paper caught his eye. He held it up to the light and read the numbers written on it out loud.”Why would you read one’s private letters,” he heard behind him.He turned around to see the woman addressing him. He placed the note back in between the pages and closed the book.”I’m looking for Shanty,” his agitated tone evident in his escort bursa request.”And whom may I ask, is looking for Shanty?” The woman replied.She showed no sign of fear and stepped closer to Rick, pushing past him to pick up the book which he handled. She opened it to confirm the note was still there, closed it carefully, and clasped it against her chest. She was wearing a dark green velvet dress that had lacy frills at the shoulders and seams. She looked like she stepped out of an old western saloon, even with brown, suede ankle boots.”That’s none of your business,” Rick answered her as he took a closer look at her. She was older than the others but had a charismatic beauty that differed too.”Do you know where she is, or not?” he added glumly.”Shanty is with a client,” she spoke to him with an authority that reminded him of his late mother.”She should be done shortly. Are you here for an appointment?” She added.”No, I need to speak to her. It is important,” Rick replied.“Well, why don’t you sit down and relax for a minute. She shouldn’t be much longer,” she laughed suddenly, “her john is not what we would call a ‘long haul’ client.””I don’t have time to wait, it is a matter of life and death,” Rick insisted, but the woman appeared neither intimidated nor scared.”Darlin’, you seem to be all worked up. Why don’t you sit down and let me make you a cup of tea? Or would you prefer something a little… stronger?” She insisted.”Whiskey, thanks,” Rick mumbled and sat down on a Victorian-styled high chair. He watched her glide across the floor to a small serving table. She decanted a generous shot of golden brown liquid into a crystal tumbler and gracefully floated back to him.”There you go, enjoy,” her friendly manner irritated Rick even more. He gulped it down in one swish, slamming the glass on the side table next to him.”Now, I really need to speak to Shanty,” he growled again, and pushed himself up from the chair, “tell her it’s…” was the last words he recalled. Rick woke from the cold water splashed onto his face.”Hey, what the?” His eyes opened but could not focus properly yet. He could just make out a dark figure in front of him. When he tried to get up, he realized that he was bound to the bed, similar to the man in Room 3. He angrily pulled at the silk ties, but to no avail as he was expertly constrained.”What did you give me?””Just a little sedative to calm you, dear,” he recognized the woman’s voice.”You! You gave me that whiskey. Who in the hell are you?” he demanded.”The question, dear, is who are you?” he heard her reply.”Listen, I don’t have time for this. Someone I care about is dead, and I need to speak to Shanty. She is the only one who can help me.””Let’s start there,” he heard her say. His eyes adjusted and could see her more clearly.”Who died?” She asked sternly, standing over him with her arms folded across her chest.”Marylou,” he near whispered her name. The anger flamed up inside him again when he uttered it.”Her name was Marylou.”He could hear the gasp and saw the woman leap up and felt the burning slap across his face.”Say that again!” She screamed at him.”Say what?” He replied, caught off guard by the slap, which stung like hell. The woman fell back into her chair, her head dropped between her hands and he heard her whimpering cries.

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