The stench of cheap alcohol and sex wafted through the grate to the street outside. A flickering, dollar ninety-nine lightbulb threw a weak yellow light on a ghastly scene. A middle aged man, formerly at least, lay spead eagled on the floor with the tail end of a short crossbow bolt sticking out of his throat. Blood pooled beneath his head and was slowly being soaked up by the collar of his light blue dress shirt. A striped, black blazer lay on the low chair behind him. A look of fear and pleading was trapped on his inanimate face. A door slammed a few floors below, and the sound was like a gunshot through the thin plaster walls.
A lone figure was descending the dusty stairs. It picked its way past the drunk men in various states of disarray lying slumped on the steps, their hands marked with the red pricks of overused needles. It paused as one of them, a young pasty faced man, spoke.
"Ey sugar, you sellin' that ass? I'll give yeh one dollar for it."
He stirred from his slumped position against one side of the starewell as the figure turned around.
"You're a fine piece'a work, aren't ya? Goddamn! I'll give you five if you blow me off with those red lips of yours."
He moved to unfasten his zipper as she slowly walked up the stairs, with him greedily gazing at the smooth skin of her exposed thighs. The incandescent bulb at the foot of the stairwell threw dancing shadows across her body. She crouched before him, bending over. His eyes were glued to her low cut bustier.
"You want to reach heaven, do you?" she asked in a silky voice.
"Heck yeah," he pushed his boxers down and moved to extricate himself.
She put a delicate hand on his.
"No, allow me," she purred, and he nodded.
She slowly drew him out, he barely filled her hand. She gently stroked him.
He kept his eyes open, his eyes tracing the swell of her body and the alluring ruby red lips, disbelieving his luck and watching one of the hottest women he'd ever seen - servicing him!
"You know, Tim, I wonder how you ever got Sarah to marry you. Poor girl, I can't believe she had to settle for such a small thing," she said, still gently using her fist on him.
Lost as he was in the ecstasy of an impending orgasm and the drugs flowing through his body, it took him a few seconds to register what she'd said. And he gasped out in between deep breaths, "How'd you know...?"
He trailed off as she doubled her speed, pushing him further and further to the brink.
"Oh damn, here it comes!" he shouted and she released him, denying him.
"Hey, what the f-" his words of disappointment died in his throat as a small arrow embedded itself in his larynx. He gurgled as warm blood flooded his throat and he struggled to breath. The woman didn't move a muscle in front of him as she watched him writhe around on the stairs.
She looked into his terrified eyes as he was just about to leave this Earth, her enchanting blues gazing into his.
"In your next life," she spoke softly, her voice a panther's purr, "Think twice before you kill someone. Oh, and Michael sends his compliments."
She watched in pleasure as recognition dawned in his eyes, a second before the life left them. He slumped back, unmoving, and she stood up, removing the glove that covered her hand with distaste and dropped it on his face.
"Have a good night, Tim."
Alan White, 53, quietly watched as a tall, blonde haired woman woman left the drug den. She wore a blue stripper costume and her legs were bare except for her high heels. She walked swiftly up to one of those heavy, new fangled sports bikes that he always heard before he saw and drove away, tires squealing on the dry asphalt. He widened his eyes.
"Now, there's something you don't get to see everyday, Jimmy," he said to his canine companion.
He scratched the mutt behind the ears and he whined.
"Alright, fine. You can have the bigger piece of bread for breakfast tomorrow, okay? You happy now, Jimmy?"
The dog simply laid his head down on his master's leg and gave his kneecap a lick, not understanding his good luck, content just to listen to his master's comforting voice.
Two high profile lawyers found dead in The Glades
-Shayna Hafford
Late last night, police responded to a call from a building in the Glades area. Upon reaching the location, the police found the building deserted, but they reported that close to ten million dollars worth of restricted Class A and B drugs were subsequently seized from the building, prompting suspicion that the building had been cleared only a short time prior to their arrival. A K-9 unit was brought in when pools of blood were found in two separate parts of the builiding. The unit managed to uncover the bodies of the two deceased hidden behind a secret panelling in one of rooms on the top floor.
Police confirm that the bodies belong to Gus Anderson and Timothy Rainer. The two were lawyers and colleagues, working for a firm in Adam's Heights; the firm has requested it not be named. Forensic reports confirm that high levels of Heroin were found in their bloodsteams. Investigation into their involvement in the drug ring is underway. Police have also released an eyewitness account of a tall, blonde haired woman walking away from the scene of the crime. The woman is suspected to be the killer.
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