SinCity Chapter 9
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Mac woke and hour later and saw that Harm too had fallen asleep. She walked to the bathroom as the previous hours events came back to her. She was embarrassed and ashamed of her behavior. What must Harm think? She couldn't believe she broke down like that. This thought caused her to break down into tears again as she sat on the bathroom floor.
Harm awoke when heard Mac crying. He quickly made his way to the bathroom.
"Sarah what's wrong?" he asked as he brought her into his arms.
"I'm sorry," Mac said as her soft sobs turned into sniffles.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Harm said looking into her dark chocolate eyes.
"I shouldn't have broke down like that before," Mac said turning her face away.
Harm turned her face back towards him so she could see him.
"Mac you having nothing to be ashamed about. What that man said was out of line and you had every right to be upset."
"I know it was a stupid comment and it shouldn't bother me but that's the kind of stuff my dad used to say all the time," Mac said as more tears ran down her face.
"Oh Mac," Harm was finally understanding why this was bothering her so much. "Hey look at me," he said trying to get her attention. As soon as he did he continued, "Mac you're a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines, you're one of the best lawyers anyone has ever seen and you did manage to snag me," he said with his trademark flyboy grin.
Mac started to laugh.
"I guess your right. I can't let what my father said to me control my life."
"Marine you're the smartest, most beautiful person I've ever met. Never forget that," Harm said as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"What would I do without?" Mac asked smiling.
"I don't know, but now you'll never have to find out," he said seriously. "Now how about we get ready for the show."
"Ok," Mac said standing up.
"I don't know about you but I think I need a shower. What do you think?" Harm said suggestively.
Mac just laughed. No matter what was bothering her, Harm always knew how to make her feel better. He was the only person besides her uncle Matt that could make her go from crying to laughing instantly.
"Oh most definitely. You could really use a good scrub down."
Will had everything all set. In less than an hour the Rabb's were due to arrive at the show. Then after the show he was going to take them on a personal backstage tour. Of course the Rabb's would never make it backstage. The plan was to take them through a route that looked like it led to the back of the stage when it actually led out to a service entrance. That entrance led out to a parking lot only used by maintenance vehicles and delivery vehicles. As before in the other murders the couples were led out the door and right into the waiting arms of Billy. As soon as they stepped out the door they stepped onto a large sheet of tarp. Then Billy would execute the killings. The bodies would then be rolled in the tarp and dumped in the desert a few miles out from the strip. The tarp was a convenient way to conceal any evidence. Nothing was left behind at the crime scene. After each killing the gun that was used would be then taken to a pawnshop location never to be seen again. So far this system had been working perfectly. After the bodies were dumped, Will would check the couples out of the hotel and empty all accounts set up in the casino. It really was a brilliant plan, using a different gun each time, having a man with the inside scoop in the police department and another man who had the in at the hotel. And when things had started to get hot it was convenient that they were serving as Naval reservists. As Reservists they still had to serve a few weekends a year. It was a great way to get out of the city when the heat was turned up. So if anyone ever asked why they left the city they said it was to serve their country.
They both hoped that soon they would have enough cash to move away. A tropical island would be nice. They estimated that with this next job they could easily rack in seventy-five thousand dollars. This was going to be too easy. It seemed that so far the Rabb's were the most naïve couple they had come across. Little did the murders know that playing naïve was their job. The better they played it, the better their chances of finding the killers.
Harm and Mac had finished getting ready for the show. After a longer than expected shower they had to rush to get dressed. Now they were waiting in the hotel's lobby where the concierge manager would be giving them the backstage tour and their tickets.
"Mr. and Mrs. Rabb?" William Critchon said as he approached the couple.
"Yes," Harm said as she shook the man's hand.
"I'm with the concierge, I will be escorting you to the show."
On the way to the theatre Will explained to them what the show was all about.
"It's really a fabulous show. Rick Springfield does an amazing job."
Soon they were at the doors to the EFX Theatre, where the show was taking place.
"As soon as the show is over I will meet you at your seats to take you backstage. I hope you enjoy the show."
And with that Harm and Mac headed into the show. Mac was surprised but excited to see they were sitting in the front row.
Clayton Webb had just touched down in Las Vegas. Of course on his way he made sure that every available agent in the area was at his disposal.
He just hoped he reached Harm and Mac in time. God help his nose if he didn't.
Webb made it to the hotel in a record ten minutes from the airport. Once he reached the hotel he wasn't too happy to hear that Harm and Mac were in the middle of the show. He could've just had the show stopped and gotten them out. But to him that was not a good idea for two reasons. One, it was cause mayhem in the hotel if things didn't go well. Two it would ruin all the work done on the investigation. If the two reservists weren't caught in the act then they still didn't have enough proof. He decided he'd try a different tactic. He got a hold of a copy of the blue prints for the hotel. He surveyed the area surrounding the EFX Theatre. He noticed that on one side of theatre there was a path that ran parallel with one that led backstage expect this particular path led to a door. He quickly found out that the door led to a parking lot used by maintenance and delivery vehicles. He soon realized how perfect the set up was. The killers would lead their victims down the path, which their victims assumed led them backstage. Then the victims would be led out the door where they would be murdered. He looked at his watch.
"Shit!" he swore as he noticed the time. The show was ending now. And it was still a long ways to theatre from this part of the hotel. He radioed all fellow spooks in the area to converge on the maintenance parking lot.
The show had just ended and Harm and Mac were now waiting for William Critchon who would be taking them backstage.
"Did you enjoy the show," William asked as he approached the couple.
"Yes we loved it. What a great preformed Rick is," Mac said as they were lead down a narrow hallway.
"Well I'm sure you'll love going backstage. Rick always loves meeting the fans. Right this way," Will said as went to open the door that led Harm and Mac 'backstage'.
As soon as the doors opened and Harm and Mac stepped out the door a shot rung out…
^_^ Left you hanging again! But don't worry I promise to post the next chapter soon.