Infinite Kates?

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: I infinitely don't own any of this. Rating: K Time: After Interrogation of a Vampire.

Previously on Infinite Kates?...

The ladies are all in Manhattan now. What could possibly go wrong?

The next morning they dressed in nice summer dresses, tried to use makeup to make themselves look as little like themselves as possible and wore ball caps and large sunglasses. Collette found a taxi that took them to an upscale coffee shop just off of Wall Street. Collette looked around once inside and smiled. "There he is. Corner table, grey suit and it looks like he has a toupee now. I hope I didn't buy that for him."

The three women walked over and sat at the man's table. He looked up at them and smiled. "What a lovely surprise, ladies. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Collette didn't smile back. "It's business and not pleasure, Milo. I want my money. Now."

Milo looked more closely at Collette. "Collette? Is that you? I'd heard you were…..unavailable."

"I made a little deal and got an early release." Collette lied.

"You don't say." He said with a blank look on his face.

"Oh, don't worry, Milo. I didn't tell the Feds all about you. After all, I'd lose all of my money if they ever caught you, wouldn't I?"

"Getting your money could be a problem." Milo said.

"I suggest you solve the problem."

"I don't keep my client's money under my mattress, you know. It's invested. I can transfer it to a financial institution of your choice."

"No, cash. How much do I have?"

Milo looked briefly at the ceiling. "Four million, two hundred and seventy four thousand dollars. How quickly to you want it?"

"Now would be fine."

Milo got a predatory gleam in his eye. "If you're square with the Feds, why the hurry?"

Collette shrugged. "I may have neglected to mention my assets, and the fact that I've never paid any income taxes on them. I'm not sure the people I dealt with entirely believe me. They are not the most trusting of people."

Milo shook his head. "You really never should have gotten in bed, so to speak, with the Russians. That was a mistake."

She smiled at him. "So? Life is hard and then you die. When can I get my money?"

"In three days."

She shook her head. "In two days. I'm willing to take a small loss on the stocks and bonds to get this done quickly. A small loss, Milo. A small loss."

"Collette, things are not that…"

"Two days, Milo." The three women got up and left.

Once outside, Collette checked how much cash they had. "We need more clothes. Nicer, more expensive clothes. Suitcases for me and Rita and three big purses. I'm tired of having this damned gun taped to my thigh." She looked at her companions. "Shall we go shopping?"

"Three burner phones would be nice, too." Raina said.

They went back to the hotel with their purchases and had another room service meal.

The next morning, dressed in their new clothes, but still wearing sunglasses, Collette decided to go light a fire under Milo. The other two went with her, carrying large purses that were heavier than one might think.

"Collette. How nice to see you. It appears that you've been a naughty girl."

"You know I'm a naughty girl." She purred. "Do I need to show you how naughty I can be?"

Milo smiled coldly. "I was reading the Miami paper. All about a killing and some escaped prisoners."

Collette shook her head. "That little piece of theater?"

"Theater?" Milo frowned slightly.

"You don't think that they could just let someone doing life without parole walk out of prison by the front gate, did you? How much attention would that draw? And if I were a free woman, reporters would be expecting to be able to talk to me. Didn't you think it was odd that the Miami paper had no photo of me? An escaped prisoner and their photo isn't all over the state? Really, Milo. Now, how about my money."

Milo changed gears quickly. "Do you know how much a million dollars in hundreds weighs?"

"How much?"

"Twenty two pounds, more or less. That means you'd be trying to carry around nearly a hundred pounds of cash. It's also quite bulky. You can't exactly put it in your purse."

"What do you suggest?"

"I can get you bearer bonds. I can get them in large enough denominations that you can carry everything in your purse."

Collette thought it over. "Okay, but we'll need cash. Say a hundred thousand in hundreds? And I'd better not get any bonds you printed up yourself."

Milo did his best to look shocked. "Considering the clients I have, if I ever did something like that, I'd be out of business permanently. Tell you what. I'll give you everything in bearer bonds and I'll go with you to the reputable financial organization of your choice and you can get your hundred thousand in cash there. Is that reasonable?"

"When?"

"Say at three o'clock."

"We'll be back."

Back outside, Collette looked around. "There's a nice quiet coffee shop not too far from here. We can kill a few hours there, then go to lunch and get back to Milo. I just hope the cops aren't waiting for me and Rita."

"If he's bent why would he call the police?" Rita asked. "You could expose him, right?"

Collette nodded. " I've never trusted him, but….I have no choice."

The coffee shop was perfect. There was one barista here, who looked like a teenager and one woman sitting in the back, facing away from them.

The three got their coffee and sat with their backs to the wall.

They sipped there coffee, each lost in her own thoughts. That's how they missed the men coming in. The one who entered through the front drew a sawed off shotgun from under his coat and pointed it at them. "Get up, you bitches. Move to the back."

They saw that a second man had come through the back and had shoved a pistol in the face of the woman on the end of the shop. As they were herded to the back, they saw the woman pulled to her feet and punched in the stomach, bending her over. The man pulled a pistol from under her jacket and then a badge.

"You mess with my family, bitch? You're about to find out what it's like to be messed with. Messed with good." He hit her again, knocking her to her knees.

Raina dropped to her knees and threw her arms around the waist of the man with the shotgun. "Please, please don't kill me. I'll do anything for you. Anything." Raina began to unbutton her blouse with one hand. The other hand slipped towards her purse and the pistol inside. The man smiled and turned to his companion. "Hey, this could be…"

As soon as his head turned, Raina pushed her pistol into his crotch and fired straight up. The bullet went through his groin, his intestines, liver, stomach, lungs and exited through his shoulder. He fell and was silent.

Seeing Raina's hand go to her purse, Collette went for her gun. Distracted by the death of his partner, the man was too slow to bring his pistol to bear on Collette. She put two rounds into his chest.

"Damn it." Rita cried. "It won't fire." Her pistol was out and she was pulling the trigger, but nothing was happening.

"Rita, you have the safety on." Collette reached over and put the safety off. "It's off now. So be careful."

The barista took her chance to escape. She ran out the front door screaming.

"Shit!" Collette yelled. "We have to go." She glanced at the woman on her knees. "She's a cop. We'll have to take her with us."

She grabbed the woman under the arm and pulled her up. "You'll have to come with us." As she did, another man threw open the back door. "What the hell happened? We were…." He saw the women with guns and went for his own, but too late. All three fired at him. Collette hit him in the chest, Raina in the stomach and Rita in the left hand.

"Out the back. Maybe they have a car."

They did, but someone was just opening the door on the driver's side, also pulling his gun. The women fired through the windshield, also killing him.

"Damn!" Raina said. "We can't drive around in a car with bullet holes all over it. Have you ever shot anything before, Rita?"

Rita shook her head, looking like she might cry.

Riana hugged Rita. "Don't worry about it. If they were grabbing a cop, they were no good." At least Raina hoped they weren't.

"Jesus!" Collette said softly. "Look at her. It's another one."

Captain Kate Castle had no idea of what she was another one of, she was just glad to have been saved. "I'm a cop. Captain Kate Castle, 12th Precinct, NYPD. I'll testify that what you did was self defense. These men were dangerous killers. Nothing will happen to you if you…"

Collette pushed a gun into her ribs. "Nothing will happen to you, Captain, if you shut up and do what we tell you."

"What do we do now?" Raina asked, still with her arm around Rita.

"I know just the place. It's about two blocks from here." She turned to Kate. "Just walk with us and everything will be fine. Otherwise…." She didn't have to say anymore.

As the four women walked away, the police were beginning to converge on the coffee shop. They found dead bodies and an NYPD badge. A quick check established it was Captain Castle's.

Rick was sitting in his wife's office, chatting with their friend Simone when Ryan stuck his head in. "Rick, we just got a call from the One Eight. There was a shooting at a coffee shop. There are four dead males and they found your wife's badge and her Glock. They don't know where she is."

Castle was out of his chair at once, quickly followed by Simone.

"Espo's getting the car. He'll meet us out front." Ryan said.

They stopped at the elevator. "Simone, you don't have to come."

"Really, Rick. I'm an honorary, assistant, unpaid, supernumerary homicide detective. Of course I'll come."

The drive to the crime scene was one of the longest in Rick's life. When they got there the Captain of the 18th Precinct was there. Captain Beaulieu was a tall, African American, now somewhat running to fat. "We haven't found your wife, Mr. Castle." He said at once.

"What the hell happened? She was just going for some coffee at this new place she'd heard about."

"We talked to the barista, who made her escape. She said three women came in just after your wife did and sat in front. Your wife was in the back. Two men came in, armed, one through the front and one through the back. They pushed all of the women to the back. Then the three women began shooting."

"Who were the women?"

Beaulieu shrugged. "We don't know. The description from the barista is pretty generic. Tall, well dressed and good looking."

"What about the men?"

"Members of Charley Renfrew's family."

"The drug dealer? He said he was going to kill Kate." He shook his head sadly. "This can't be happening."

Simone took Rick's hand. "Rick, these drug dealers are dead. And the women didn't kill Kate, so they're not after her. That means they're too smart to kill a cop for nothing."

"Maybe."

Beaulieu spoke. "The barista said the women walked here. I have foot patrols all over. We'll find them and get your wife back safely."

Castle felt sick. Whoever these women were, they were dangerous killers and they had Kate.