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[fleming]

Here is the third installment in my series about the exploides of private detective Gavin Monroe and this one finds him a few weeks after the events of the latest one.
It seems that Gavin can't even attend the premire of a Broadway Musical without it ending up as a disaster with plenty of beautiful lady's dying all around him.




Prolog. The Secret agent.


It was one of those rare quite New York nights when the streets were deserted and it seemed that the city that never sleeps had indeed fallen asleep.
At least that's how it felt like to Clarice Rohan as her strawberry red Porsche sped down the street in one of Brooklyn's residential neighborhoods.
Since she had left Manhattan she'd barely seen two people around and not a soul for the last three block.
The Porsche came to a stop outside her destination and she turned of the engine.
She sat still in the car with the lights off and her eyes carefully moved over the whole street and focused in the rearview mirror in search of any suspicious movement.
Once she was certain there was no one following her, she reached inside the glove compartment and pulled out her Sig Sauer, ejected the magazine to made sure it was loaded and then she slipped it back in and chambered the first round.
She reached into her left black leather boot and made sure the throwing knife was definitely in place.

Clarice slowly stepped out of the Porsche and tucked the gun in the waistband of her pants and covered it with her white top.
She zipped her jacket up to her ample bosom, creating a spectacular cleavage as she caught a quick look at herself in the Porsche's sideway mirror and she smiled at how good she looked despite having just thrown something on at the last minute when she got the call for the meeting.
Her long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail with locks of loose hair cascading down her forehead, her lips were red as rubies' and there was a sparkle in her light gray eyes.
The black jogging suit she had on was one of her favorite outfits, not only because it was comfortable and easy to move around in it but also because it was so tightly fitted that it pressed against her body, shoving off every outline of her sublime greek goddess-like figure and the white top she had on underneath only served to accentuate her perfect breasts even further.
Clarice...
http://chucktv.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=96291&fullsize=1 (Starring Yvonne Strahovski)
...knew that she was and amazingly beautiful woman that could have men do anything she wanted them to and in her line of work it was a considerable asset.

Clarice walked into the courtyard of the small residents building and she made sure to keep her back to the wall as much as she could and she looked over her shoulder ever so often.
She made sure that the sounds of her footsteps were as low as possible and she kept a hand on the grip of her weapon.
She carefully stuck her head out into the courtyard and made sure it was clear before going up the stairs on the right.
Once on the second level she walled fast to apartment 4A and before knocking on the door, she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the door.
After a few seconds a young woman's voice spoke through the door.

"Who is it?"
There was something innocent about the voice, could this be the one she was there to meet?

"Red lightning."
Clarice said just loud enough for the woman on the other end to hear.

"Yellow thunder."
The voice replied.

Clarice sighed with relief and she put her gun away.
This was the right woman, the code matched.
Most people would think that Clarice was paranoid with her double checkings, codes and constantly looking over her shoulder but it was her experiance that dictated her actions and whatever anyone else though, she knew she'd have been dead long ago if she wasn't so careful but then again it wa sal lapart of her job.
Clarice was a secret agent, working for the CIA and she was there for an last minute briefing with her new contact.
The door opened and Clarice walked inside the apartment.

The contact was in fact a young woman and a very beautiful one at that.
She seemed to be about 24 which was three years younger that Clarice, who was surprised by the contacts young age.
She was slim, petite and she looked ravishing in her silk nightie which was all that she was wearing, the impression the hard nipples of her pert breasts mad eno secret about that.
The shoulder length curly dark-brown hair brushed the soft skin on shoulders and she had the most delightful and carefree smile.
http://www.thebadandugly.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/natalie-portman-slip.jpg (Special appearance Natalie Portman)
The young girl closed the door after Clarice and they shook hands.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Miss Rohan. I've heard great things about you."
She said in a most pleasant manner, Clarice liked her already.

"Thank you but I´m afraid I don't know your name."
Clarice apologized.

"Oh, no worry. It's Jodie. Jodie Forrester. I´m a freelance analyst and I sort of manage the cell phone chatter that comes through the city."
The girl replied.

"So Jodie what is this meeting about exactly?"
Clarice asked as she walked further into the apartment.

The apartment was standard and very modest, the furniture was cheep, the tv was from the early ninety's and the art on the walls worse than in hotel rooms.
It was an CIA cover apartment alright, the cheep bastards.
Clarice always resented how all the government funding always seemed to go to AXE and how their agents were always stating at the best hotels while she sometimes had to make due with a Radisson inn.

"You recently went undercover posing as an usher in the Rochelle theater on Broadway didn't you?"
Jodie was more stating a fact that asking.

"Yes. We intercepted a message that led us believe that there might be some sort of an assassination going on during the premiere of the new musical "The trials of women" tomorrow night but it wasn't confirmed so I was sent to keep an eye open and see if I learned anything but after almost a week, I've got nothing so far. Is that what this is about?"
Clarice explained, her curiosity was certainly awake.

"Yes I just intercepted a phone call earlier tonight that indicates that something bad is indeed going to go down at the premiere tomorrow night
so I though it best to contact you... Does the name Scorpion mean anything to you?"
Jodie said with a worried tone in her voice.

That name caught Clarice's full attention and her eyes widened in concern as she turned to face Jodie.

"The Scorpoin? The Scorpion is a freelance assassin and a good one, some say the best. No one has the slightest idea of the Scorpion's identity but we do know that any hit taken on by him is carried out with the same ruthlessness and without failure. Don't tell me he's involved."
Clarice said concerned.

"Well the phone indicated that the Scorpion had been hired to carry out some job at the premire by someone on the inside and there was also some talk about C-4 charges."
Jodie said hesitantly, her eyes full of fear.

"Play me the recording."
Clarice demanded.

Jodie huried to her computer and with a few clicks of the mouse, she activated the recording and a scrambled woman's voice sounded, it was familiar to Clarice but she couldn't place it.

"Scorpion are the C-4 charges in your possession yet?"
The voice asked firmly.

"Yes, everything will be ready on time."
A voice altered by a computer replied, apparently the Scorpion was as careful as Clarice.

"Good, proceed. Looks like The trials of women will have a very short run. Move to the next stage."
The first voice said before the call ended.

"Oh sh*t."
Clarice said outloud once the replay was over.

She and Jodie looked at each other, concern dominant in their eyes.

"I need to call this in right away."
Clarice announced as she reached for the cell phone in her pocket but she realized she had left it in the Porche.

Suddenly she froze as something dawned on her and she looked at Jodie with a very serious expression.

"You're sure that it can't be traced back to you that you intercepted this call?"
Clarice asked firmly.

Jodie eyes widened as she ran though every option in her mind, thinking hard.

"Ehh...no, not that's not possible. My gear is untracable."
Jodie said with uncertainty.

Suddenly the lights in the apartment went out and Clarice heard the an odd sound outside the front door, like someone had thrown something at the door
Her hand instinctivly reached for the gun in her waistband.

"GET DOWN. BOMB."
She yelled at Jodie as she dove behind the sofa.

Just then, the door was blown off its hinges by the explotion and a very beautiful young woman with flowing brown hair, wearing a smart gray Calvin Klein business suit and black heels rushed through the door with a sub-machine gun equipt with a silencer in her hands.
Jodie shrieked at the sight of her and before she could move the young woman turned the machine gun at her and fired a short burst at her.

"Aaarrgghhh..."
Jodie gasped painfully as one of the bullets caught her in the left breast and she was thrown backwards to the floor with a painful whinch on her face.

The young hit woman quickly fired more rounds wildly into the apartment, riddling the walls, the sofa and the sh*tty television, emptying her clip.
As soon as Clarice heard the machine gun click empty, she sprung up from her cover and before the brunette could react, she pulled the trigger twice.

"Hhhurrggghh..."
The brunette sighed in shock as Clarice's first bullet ripped into her breast and her head jerked back as the second slammed into her forehead.

Blood squirted from her breast as she tumbled backwards, an shocked expression on her pretty face and she fell ontop of the ruined door that lay propped up against the wall.
The smoking sub-machine gun fell to the floor into the pile of the discarded shell casings it had spit out as the brunette had riddled the apartment with her bullets.
The brunette's legs bounced up of the door once and then fell down on it again.
Her hands fell of the door and slumped down on the floor besides it.
Her head lolled to the left, her eyes staring blankly at nothing and dribbles of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth and the small hole between her eyes.
Blood pumped out of the hole in her breast, flowing down her chest and the gray material of her jacket absorbed it, creating large, dark stains.
She was dead.
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=iyzmlf2jmbj&thumb=5&r=tzqmp (Special apperance by Natalia Vodinova, manip thanks to Thrill Killer)

Clarice carefully moved up from her cover, her Sig Sauer trained on the brunette's lifeless body and once she was certain that she was dead, Clarice turned around to to check on her contact.
Jodie lay on her back on the cold floor, her left arm streached out and her right resting across her stomach.
Her bare legs lay one on top of the other, bent at the knee.
The brunette's bullet had caught her on the inside of the left breast, a couple of inches above the edge of her silk nightie and a single stream of blood trickled from the wound up towards her neck.
Another stream flowed down from her mouth, down her cheek.
There was a dull, listless look on her face and her brown eyes stared up at Clarice with indifference.
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=zjhgmgnz0ym&thumb=5 (manip again thanks to the very talented Thrill Killer)
Jodie was dead.

Clarice sighed with frustration and moved to the computer to download the recording but she saw that it had been shot to pieces by the brunette's wild fire.

"f**k."
Clarice cursed under her breath.

The sound of heels clicking caught her ears outside the door and she rushed for cover behind the bookcase on the other side of it.

"Alexia? Alexia what's going on?"
A young woman's voice called from outside the door.

A beautiful young woman walked through the blown doorway and examined the warzone of the apartment with her eyes unaware of Clarice hiding a few feet from her.
The woman's thick, lustress hair was jet black and matched the skirt-length tight fit black sweater that showed off her ample figure.
Her long legs were wrapped in black pantyhose and knee high brown leath boots.
http://www.celebrity-pictures.ca/Celebrities/Katharine-McPhee/Katharine-McPhee-1197491.jpg (Special apperance by Katherine McPhee)
Clarice was impressed by her fashion sense but she disliked the sight of the silenced pistol in her hand.
The black haired assassin was shocked to see her partner's body lying sprawled out on the door and she reached down and checked her pulse.

"Damn it."
She muttered annoyed as she confirmed the brunette was dead.

As she didn't know if there were more hostils outside and did not want to raise any unneeded attention, Clarice slipped her gun in her waistband and reached for the knife in her boot and held it ready.
The black haired assassin swiftly rose up from her partners dead body and aimed her pistol in all directions looking for a sign of a threat and very carefully she moved closer towards where Clarice hid, unaware of the trap she was about to fall into.
Clarice held her breath and the knife ready at the hight she intended to strike the assassin at.
The sound of the assassin's stiletto heels grew louder with each step.
Clarice could smell the woman's perfume and the moment the assassin reached the point Clarice was waiting for, she lunged out, kicked the silenced pistol from the assassins hand and thrust the knife into her.

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh..."
The black haired assassin sighed painfully as Clarice's knife sank into her firm left breast.

Clarice clapped her hand over the black haired assassin's mouth to stop her from screaming and forced her up against the bookshelf and held her in place.
The assassin's tired to resist by grabbing Clarice's wrists but the pain in her breast was too great and she felt all strength leave her at an alarming rate.
Her boots kicked on the floor between the two women as the pain rode through her.
Blood streamed down her breast from the wound where the knife was sticking out of her and with each laybored, painful breath she drew, the knife's handle rose up and fell back down.
Her brown eyes stared into Clarice's with loathing and she couldn't believe that she had been taken so easily by her enemy.

"Are there others?"
Clarice asked firmly and removed her hand from the assassin's mouth so she could speak.

"G..o..tt...o..hh..ell..."
The assassin spat back at her weakly.

Blood forced itself up her throat and spilled out of her mouth on both sides and flowed down her cheeks as she spoke.
Her knees bucked from under her and she slide down the bookcase onto her behind.
She reached out and took hold of the knife loadged in her breast and tried to pull it out but it hurt too much.
With her last ounces of strength, the assassin looked up at Clarice and smiled at her like she was having the last laugh.
Then her body shuddered, she sighed and slumped against the bookcase and slide down to the floor on her left side, dead.

Clarice looked down on the assassin a moment, her hand still clutched the knife in her chest and blooded that flowed from the wound pooled on the floor.
Locks of her black hair hid parts of her fair face and the dark eyes stared through them, empty.
Clarice knew she had to get out there as fast as possible, she needed to report Jodie's intel.
She pulled her gun back from the waistband and picked up the dead assassins pistol as well and huried to the door and after peeking out and looking carefully over the courtyard, she couldn't see any danger so she decided to risk it and she ran to the stairs.

Clarice pressed her back to the wall at the bottom of the stairs and carefully looked around the edge of the wall into the courtyard, the two pistols glutched in her hands by her sides.
http://chucktv.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=96293&fullsize=1
There was no sign of movement and she slowly moved out from the cover of the wall and walked towards the exit, her fingers pressed on the trigger of the guns, ready to blast any threat that appeared out of the shadows.
With each step she took she felt more secure and relaxed, she was so nearly out of there.
She was two steps away from the exit when she heard the sound of heels coming from the darkness in front of her and she stopped in her tracks and raised both pistols at the dark figure that was walking towards her.

"Stop right there or you're dead."
Clarice called out firmly.

Clarice saw the sillouette'd outlines of the mystery woman stop and her hands rise up above her head.
Something about this woman was familiar, the perfume she wore was definitly one that Clarice recognized.

"Step into the light. Slowly."
Clarice ordered.

The woman took a step closer and parts of her came into view but her face remained shrouded in darkness.
She was wearing high heels and a short, elegant purple cocktail dress and by the look of her godess like figure she was a magnificent beauty.
Strands of her golden hair fell down and cascaded down off of her shoulders.
There was something very odd and familiar about this woman, Clarice felt she knew her but she needed to see her face to know.

"Let me see your face."
Clarice said harshly as her fingers poised over the triggers.

The mystery blone took a step closer and as her face came to view Clarice sighed in surprise and instantly lowered her pistols.
The woman was her exact double in every way, just as beautiful and as graceful.
http://dontfreakout.us/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=9183&fullsize=1 (Again starring Yvonne Strahovski)

"Christina?"
Clairce was stunned to see her twin sister there before her.

"Hi sis."
Christina replied as she lowered her hands back down.

"What the f**k are you doing here?"
Clarice asked confused as all hell.

"I´m looking for you."
Christina said with a soft smile.

"Why?"
Clarice asked.

"Because we're sisters and I've missed you."
Christina said as she moved closer to Clarice.

"What...I..don't..understand."
Clarice was truly shocked and confused by her sisters sudden arrival there.

"Give me a hug Clarice."
Christina said kindly as she held out her hands.

Clarice didn't respond but she didn't stop her sister from embrasing her either.
Christina pulled her sister tightly to her and their soft cheeks pressed against each other.
Clarcie couldn't help feeling good to be back in her older (by 14 minutes) sisters arms and she wrapped her hands aorund her as well.
She had so missed her since the last time they met, their mothers funeral, six years before.
Her eyes closed and a smile came to her lips as she forgot herself, her suspicions and her reasons for being at that courtyard.
Christina's eyes remained wide open and there was no smile on her lips as her hand stealthly moved under the hem of her dress and to the small pistol she had in a holster strapped to her inner thigh.

"I don't understand. Why are you here?"
Clarice asked as she moved her head back enough to look her sister in the eyes.

"I told you sis, I came here to find you."
Christina said with a hint of sorrow in her voice.

Clarice's eyes suddenly felt something press into her gut and she looked down to see the small pistol in her sisters hand aimed at her.
She looked her sister in the eyes utterly mystefied.

"Drop your guns."
Christina said firmly.

"Chris what is this?"
Clarice couldn't believe this, what was her sister doing.

"Drop them now."
Christina said firmer.

Clarice saw the seriousness in the eyes that were identical to her own and she let the guns in her hands fall to the ground.

"I´m so sorry about this Clarice. I really am. I never wanted it to be this way."
Christina said as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Chris..why ar...Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhh..."
Clarice gasped in pain as she was shot.

Clarice's eyes shot wide open from the mixture of agonizing pain and the shock of her own twin sister having just shot her and she was lost for words.
She felt the pain rush up her body from the wound in her lower gut and her legs shivered as she could barely kept her balance.
Warm blood oozed from the tiny hole Christina's bullet had left an inch below her bellybutton and she pressed her hands over it, still shocked and full of disbelive.
A tear fell from her eye as she looked at Christina, heartbroken over her sisters betrayal and she whinched in pain.
Clarice staggered backwards from her sister who stood still with the smoking pistol in her hand.
It made no difference how hard Clarice pressed down on her wound, the blood still escaped through her fingers and dripped off of them.
She knew very well that she was dying and fast but she couldn't make sense of it.
Why had her own twin sister shot her?
What was her connection to this all?
She nearly fell down as she swayed to the left but she was tough and kept her footing but just barely.
Christina made to move closer but Clarice shook her head at her with the expression of someone who's been hurt and betrayed as badly as someone can possibly be betrayed and Christina moved back.
She did hate seeing her sister suffer like this and she regretted not having taken better care when she pulled the trigger but she couldn't bring herself to shoot her again.

Clarice's knees finally gave into her dying body and she fell down to her knees.
She moaned in pain as she removed her blood stained hands from the wound and she saw that the bottom of her white top was soaked through and scarlett.
Blood continued to seep from the hole and flow down her legs.

"Ohh..."
Clarice sighed as she slumped to her side right into her sister's arms who had moved up to her.

Christina took her sister in her arms and held her tightly to her.
Clarice looked up at her sisters face with nothing but sadness in them, despite it all this wa sher sister and she couldn't hate her for what she had done but she had to know why.

"hh..w....whhy..?"
Clarice whispered difficultly as blood forced itself out through her full red lips and ran down her right cheek.

More pain rode though her body and her boots kicked on the pavement as her body writhed in her sisters arms.
Christina felt Clarice shaking in her arms, her breasts were heaving desperatly and her breathing was very shallow, Clarice only had moments left.
A lock of Clarice's hair fell down to her face and Christina gently brushed it away.

"Its complicated."
Christina replied.

Suddenly the truth of it hit Clarice and she understood.
It all somehow made sense to her.
Why she and her sister hadn't met for years.
This explained why Christina had shot her, she needed to take her place to carry out her hit.

"..Yy..ou'..re..th..ee...Sc..scorp...ion..."
Clarice stammered as more blood flooded from her lips.

Christina looked into her sisters eyes and she felt regret that she had put it together, she had wished her sister not knowing the truth.
She nodded her head softly, confirming her sister's theory.

"I...is...it..wo..rth...it?"
Clarice asked with effort.

Christina didn't reply right away, she could barely face the question.
Was it worth it to kill your own sister in order to accomplish your mission?
She felt a lump in her throat as she replied.

"Yes."

Clarice gasped at her sister's reply and another tear fell from her eye and ran down her face.
With her last effort, she lifted her hand up and ran it across Christina's cheek, leaving a smear of her blood on her sisters cheek.

"Aaahhhhhhhh...."
A last sigh escaped her lips.

Clarice's hand fell down to her chest limp and her boots twitched on the pavement and fell still.
Her other hand fell away from the bloody wound and slumped to the ground next to her.
Her head fell back off of Christina's hand and rolled to the side, the breasts had stopped rising.
The only movement in her body was the blood seeping out of the mortal wound in her belly.
The light gray eyes that had been so full of beauty and life were empty and stared unfocused into the air.
CIA agent Clarice Rohan was dead.

Christina carefully lowered Clarice's body to the ground and set about searching for Clarice's access pass to the Rochelle theater and the compter data card with all the information on Clarice's operation, she knew her sister to be carrying it with her, Clarice had never left important items unattended.
She checked every pocket and found nothing.
Then she pulled the black leather boots off Clarice's bare feet, one at a time and found the pass in neither of them.
Finally she unzipped the jacket of Clarice's jogging suit and reached inside the white top, slipping her hand into the black bra and there she found the pass nustled against Clarice's firm left breast.
Christina knew that she needed to make her sister's body disappear if she was to take her place.
Christina slipped the boots back on her sisters feet and grabbed under the armpits and pulled her off, allowing the heels of the black boots to drag along the pavement.

After stuffing her twin sisters body in the trunk of her car, Christina pulled a cell phone from her purse and dialed it.
A woman's voice answered.

"I've been expecting your call Scorpion. How are we doing?"
She asked.

"Stage 1 is complete. I have the pass and all information needed but the agent was a stronger advisery than I expected and the others are dead."
Christina said as a matter of fact.

"Most fortunate. Saves you the trouble of eliminating them."
The woman said pleased.

"Yes, most fortunate."
Christina replied.

"I take it the contact is dead?"
The woman asked.

"Yes."
Christina replied.

"And the agent?"
The woman's tone was slightly different, more curious.

Christina was about to answer when she found herself looking down at her sisters lifeless and bloody body, her beautiful bright eyes staring up at her with sadness as if she were asking her how she could have done this to her.
Christina felt a tingle of remorse in her heart and for a second she remembered her and her sister playing together as children and a tear ran down her cheek.
She indulged this emotion of regret for a moment before she wiping the tear away, shoving all emotion away.

"Yes, she's dead and there is no one who can stop us now."
Christina said indifferently as she slammed the trunk shut.


Chapter 1. Opening Night.
Coming soon.



Presenting:
GAVIN MONROE AND THE NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN.



Starring.
Clive Owen as Gavin Monroe, a P.I. with a weakness for a stiff drinks and women.
PIC 2

Yvonne Strahovski as Christina, the hired killer, known as the Scorpion, posing as an usher who wins Gavin's heart.
http://chucktv.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=25465&fullsize=1

Victoria Lust played by Christina Hendricks as Captain Vicky Lawrence, Gavin's ex boss and current date.
PIC 1

Daniel Day Lewis as Georgio Gorgonzola, The wominizing, arrogant director of the musical, the Trails of women.
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/nine36.jpg

Eva Green as Eve, the overly french producer of the show, a woman Gavin loathes almost as much as he's attracted to her.
http://evagreenweb.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=12101&fullsize=1

Adriana Lima as Dita Staro, the star of the show.
http://adrianaflima.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=19813&fullsize=1

Cheryl Cole as Clarissa, Georgeo's mistress.
http://www.electric-angels.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=322&pos=3

Miranda Kerr as Emma, Georgio's daughter from a previous marriage who lives for attention.
http://mirandakerrfan.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=1320&fullsize=1

Candice Swanepoel as Nina Simmons, a rookie cop who may prove to be a useful alley to Gavin.
http://www.imagebam.com/image/4f15dc57482311/

Kate Hudson as Gilda, Georgio's long suffering and rebellious throphy wife.
http://katehudsonweb.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=5029&fullsize=1

Rachel Weisz as Kate Badminton, the shows emotionally unstable writer.
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/06/article-1240752-07C3346A000005DC-79_468x490.jpg

Gemma Artherton as Susana, Eve's assistant.
http://www.gemma-arterton.net/media/displayimage.php?pid=157&fullsize=1

Penelope Cruz as Sophia, one of the shows dancers who knows too much.
http://penelopecruz-fr.com/pictures/displayimage.php?pid=21677&fullsize=1

And Jessica Alba as Jean Delicious, a famous designer and Georgeo's older daughter.
http://gallery.jessicaalba.net/displayimage.php?pid=20134&fullsize=1

[piptheface]

You were right Fleming...I loved it
Fantastic start. Your great words and Thrills manips make a great combination. Natalia certainly poses for death shots...this one was brilliant. Yvonne as usual is breathtaking...her FIRST death was so good. Natalie's manip is unbelievable...superb. The cast for the main story is right up there. Love that picture of Cheryl she looks so hot in it...and of course it's got Jessica in it so it will obviously be great.
I think this is up with your all time great starts.
Can't wait to read more
Cheers
Phil
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Killmaster N3

[fleming]

Thank you my friend, you're too kind.
Very glad you liked it and the cast.

Its actually Thrill Killer that has the credit for giving me the idea of casting Yvonne as twins, orignially she was just Christina but he expressed an intrest to see her gut shot and that didn't feel right to me, I don't think its the right death for her but then he said why not make her be twins and then the whole thing took off for me and it allowed me to be creative with her, please the readers and still make myself perfectly happy.
He did a great job with the manips and there a couple more he did later in the story.

Its always painful for me to kill off Yvonne and I never could have done it like that if it wasn't for the sister character, I doubt I'll ever be able to give her a small role, she's the leading lady of my dreams so she must be the leading lady in my stories.

Agree about the Cheryl pic, just wow.

Jessica got the role based on that great outfit and how well it fit in the look of it all plus I always want to use her.

Yes Natalia does many great death poses and I found more. Seems her style with Calvin klein is basically that.
I knew I wanted to use her and Candice but there was only one role left but then I saw that pic and created the brunette assassin based on that and gave Candice the other role.

I have good plans for the next few chapters and I hope they'll appeal like this one did.
Gavin is in for some annoying trouble and some not so annoying things as well.

Thanks again.

[Bambinonero]

Great start
Love the idea of good Yvonne being offed by her evil twin, really shows what sort of character Christina is... Poor Clarice, she was such lovely and caring girl, should have known her sis better... Her death was heartbreaking

Katharine died real pretty... Tough cookie she was, fighting to the end. Great pic of her, dressed to be killed

Also, great photo of Adriana, lotta curves! No wonder she's Victoria's Secret' top asset.

Couldn't wait for the next chapter!

[fleming]

Thanks my friend BN, very glad to hear you liked it.

Yes Clarice's demise was sad and that was most definitly the aim when I wrote it and I think it did serve as a curious introduction to this story's leading lady but I tried to make it clear that it was hard on her as to show she's cold but not entierly without a soul, she just didn't love her sister enough, lets see if Gavin will have better luck.

Glad you liked Katherine's exit and the pic, the moment I saw it I knew it was the way to go with her.

Yeah that pic of Adriana stole my heart and I created the role for her just so I could use her with that photo, I mean wow.

The next chapter will hopefully be around in the next feew days, will start it tomorrow but it will be a challenging chapter with many character and setting set ups and there will be two lady's who bow out in it to set things in motion.
Hope it will hit the spot.

[dbud]

Good start. I see youve figured out a way to have your Yvonne and eat her too! You get to kill her and still have her in the story as an assassin.

[Gordie]

Always love an assassin in a business suit and heels, especially when they kill, and then get killed. Great action and characters.
Has anyone seen the TV series Archer? It's an animated takeoff of spy movies, and there's one woman with a big pair of boobs who has a shoulder holster, making a nice effect the way the gun presses against her boobs. She's the one I was thinking about when I was reading about Clarice and Christina.

[fleming]

Thanks to both of you, I am very happy to hear you liked it.

Dbud: Yes I'd say your right about that, its a joy to use her twice in one story and its a great way to satisfy readers and myself.

Gordie: Thanks for the kind words, its good to know you like the action and the characters.
No I don't know that show sadly.

[Britney Girl]

Wow! Def. looking good, have to admit i LOVED Clarice's death for reasons you could probably imagine. Well written along with the rest of it, keep up the good work! :)
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[fleming]

Thank you Britney, very glad you like it and that Clarice's death pleased you so, I loved writing it for reasons you can probably imagine.

Hope you enjoy the next chapter when its finally ready, whenever that will be.

Again thanks, its always rewarding to hear you like what I do.

[fleming]

Chapter 1. Opening Night.


Out of all the stupid, idiotic things I've been talked into doing in my life, dying my hair green in eighth grade, loaning my brother in law money for his bait shop business and not to mention marrying Laura, well this one was by far the worst.
How the hell Vicky ever managed to get me to be her date at the premiere of some Broadway musical about the trials of women of all things, I'll never quite understand.
I guess it has something to do with the way she filled out that black cocktail dress of hers.
She had the most perfect and classic hourglass figure I'd ever seen and the very snug black cocktail dress looked like it was about to burst at the seams, its frail structure was no match for Vicky's astonishing and very real (that's right, real) breasts that made any man think longingly back to nursing.
The mouthwatering legs reached all the way to China and the smart black six inch pumps only added to her already powerful and alluring stature.
One of Vicky's greatest assets was the most delightful smile imaginable, the perfect mix of knotty and nice.
Her bright red curly hair was done up with a few locks cascading down the sides of her lovely face.
I looked at this magnificent woman on my arm and I felt better already, perhaps this evening wouldn't be so bad after all.

Vicky...
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... was a New York police captain who was to thank for that I wasn't in county lockup right now.
Apparently it looks bad for a man to be discovered in a penthouse that didn't belong to him along with four young, beautiful women all of whom are dead.
It certainly doesn't help when you admit willingly that you killed two of them yourself and it just looks plain bad when you've hanged one of them off of the terrace twenty story's above the street.
Vicky and me had worked together back when we were both in the L.A.P.D., actually we had done more than work together.
To tell the truth, I sort of was the reason she decided to transfer to New York but luckily for me she had decided to keep the past where it belonged and she made sure that I wasn't detained.
In fact, thanks to the press's interest in the case, I was now something of a celebrity and officially credited as the hero who solved the Manhattan misadventure murders as the press had dubbed them.
I didn't much care for this attention and I felt I deserved it even less.
I had been planning on going back home to L.A. after Janelle, Constance and Virginia's funerals but me and Vicky had grown sort of close in that time and she insisted on me staying with her until my leg healed and I don't mean sleeping on the couch.
That was three months ago and my leg had been fine for weeks but I was still in New York and for the first time in years I had a real girlfriend.

And there we were, on the red carpet of the biggest theater event of the year, me in my best suit, she in her jaw-dropping dress.
It was a beautiful, clear night and the sky was lit up with floodlights.
The largest billboard I'd seen in my life hung up over the entrance of the theater and on it were the stars of the show and front and center was the lustrous Dita Staro.
The skimpy outfit she had on certainly explained why people were excited to see the show, she was breathtaking.
I looked forward to see her in person.
There were hundreds of people there outside the prestigious Rochelle theater on Broadway about to attend the premiere of the Trials of women, I think it was called.
I'd never seen so many photographers in one place and my cornea's were probably damaged for life by all the camera flashes and my ears were ringing from all the fans screams of the hundreds and hundreds of excited people being held back by the police as they admired the stars arriving to see the show.
These were movie stars, rock stars, billionaires, sports heroes and that chubby black chick, you know the one with that show that women go nuts over, O something.
I had to say I didn't much like this circus but Vicky was having the time of her life, smiling and laughing so I pretended to like it too.

"I feel like a princess tonight Gavin."
Vicky said glowing with joy.

"Then I'll be your prince."
I replied, I know its sappy but it just felt like the thing to say.

Vicky laughed at me and kissed me on the cheek.

"You a prince Monroe. That's rich."
A woman's voice said from behind us. I knew that voice and that french accent.

I turned around to see one of the more beautiful women I had ever met standing there with an irritated look on her face.
Her black hair was fashionably done up in a sexy knot that excentuated the beauty of her face, the smashing figure was well framed by the marvelous and very expencive black gown she had chosen to wear that evening.
The gown pressed her ample bosom up to create a cleavage worthy of the Luvre.
A gold necklace was draped around her neck and it reached down into the cleavage, nussling safely between her firm breasts.
Her red lips were pouty and inviting but her beautiful dark eyes had a coldness in them that I found both appealing and alarming.

Eve...
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... didn't look very happy to see me.
She was the producer of the show and one of Vicky's closet friends from their time in some boarding school and she was the one who invited Vicky and by the look of it, she didn't much like the fact that I was Vicky's plus one.
In fact she despised me after meeting me in a party Vicky and me attended a few weeks back where she got drunk and made a play for me.
Normally I'd have jumped at the opportunity but on account of Vicky I turned her down and she deeply resented that.
She also struck me as a stuck up snob that can't hold her martini's.
Eve glared at me menacingly and I could tell she hated me, she really didn't take rejection well.
But as soon as her eyes caught Vicky she smiled wide and the two women embraced each other and echanged kisses on the cheeks.

"Vicky darling."
Eve said happily.

"Eve, thank you for the invitation and I have to say you do look smashing in that gown. You've got impeccible taste as always."
Vicky was being overly kind, I had a feeling the ass kissing was down to the invite.

"Ah well, I wish I could say the same about you."
Eve said dryly as her eyes moved to me and I felt the coldness in her eyes.

"Subtle."
I thought to myself.

Vicky laughed off Eve's insult towards me and the quickly said their goodbye's as Eve wa sin ahurry to get inside to make sure things were ready.
As she walked away, I caught one final dirty glance from her.
As I watched Eve walk away and disappear in through the entrance, it amazed me how much I could dislike someone so beautiful as her but then again she was a special kind of a bitch.

"She's aquite the little bitch isn't she?"
Vicky muttered.

"That she is."
I replied.

Suddenly the air exploded from the thunderous applaudes and shriking from the crowd and I turned around to see what all the fuzz was about.
A black limo had pulled up on the curve by the red carpet and the passenger door opened and I saw one of the most amazing sights of my life.
It almost felt like she was moving in slow motion as she stepped out of the limo, almost as if she was teasing me.
Whoever she was, she knew how to make a proper entrance, every eye was on her.
First she teased the crowd by slowly stretching her delicious, long pantyhose clad legs out onto the sidewalk and I swear there were gasps as the soles of her black high heels touched the red carpet.
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Then her hand gently reached out and took hold of the open door and she hoisted herself up out of her seat and gave the crowd a look at her utterly breathtaking beauty.
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She inched forward in her seat revealing more of herself, olive skin was smoother than any I'd seen before.
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Her thick, lustress brown hair fell down on her shoulders as she stepped out of the limo and stood for a moment in the door, observing the scene, drinking it all in.
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Whatever she was wearing under that black leather coat couldn't be substantial, not by the look of the coats length.
I could clearly see the outlines of her magically toned body pressed against the black leather.
I felt a beat of sweat run down my forehead.
Never had I felt such a desire to march over to a strange woman, pull her in my arms and press my lips to hers.
Her lips, ohh they were calling to me, so soft, so red.
I could just picture myself pushing her down on the hood of the limo, rip that coat away from her body and kiss her ample breasts as she whispered into my ears...

"Do it Gavin, ravish me. I´m your's, do what you please with me."
I'd do as she asks and it didn't even matter that we were surrounded by all these people, hell let them watch in envy.

I snapped out of my day dream as Vicky pinched my arm.
The brunette was smiling, waving the crowd and she even stopped to pose for photos.
They all loved her and the camera's loved her even more, she had every person in the crowd at her mercy, including me.
I was awestruck by her radiant beauty.
I had no idea who she was or why they all adored her but it wasn't hard to believe that they did.
Vicky saw the look on my face and the way my eyes followed her every movement and she laughed, jealousy wasn't her thing.

"That's Jean Delicious. She's the top fashion designer in Manhattan. Half the people here are wearing her clothes and she's also the director's daughter. Something isn't she?"
Vicky whispered to my ear.

"Yes, she is."
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. For some reason she reminded me of Erica Strong.

The rear door of the limo that Jean had arrived in opened and the crowd went wild again as a good looking middle aged man dressed impeccibly in a black suit stepped out and waved to the crowd.
He oozed confidence and he too had the crowd at his sway but in a different way that Jean.
On his arm was one of the loveliest blonde's I'd ever laid eyes on, she was at least half his age and cute as button but there was also a very sexual quality to the way she moved and smiled and especially how she dressed.
Her body was petite but ravishing non the less.
I had never seen a dress so low on fabric in my life, it was amazing she wasn't arrested for wearing it.
Her legs were her best feature and it was clear that she knew that, the white fishnet stockings and knee length silver boots complemented the dress.
She tilted her sunglass's down on her nose so I could see her lovely blue eyes and the spark in them.
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"That's Georgeo Gorgonzola, the director. He's a real genius although I hear he's a bit of a womaniser and a drunk. I imagine that the two of you would get along well, sharing so many intrests."
Vicky's said cheekily.

"Who's the blonde he's with?"
I asked, ignoring her inuendo's about my lifestyle.

"His new wife, Gilda. He left his ex wife for her last year and married her right away. Word is he's already cheating on her all over town. Jean isn't too happy with her as a stepmother though as I hear it. Must be why she rode up in front."
Vicky explained.

Vicky's knowledge of the affairs of the Gorgonzola family led me to the conclution that she needed to spend less time reading People magazine and more time focused on more important things like police work...or my.
Following the Gorgonzola's out of the limo was yet another ravishing beauty, this time a brunette in her early twenty's wearing a stunning black dress that left virtually nothing off her smashing figure a secret, it fell against her body like a plastic glove.
She had the build and looks of a supermodel and she walked down the red carpet with the confidence of someone used to being on such display as the crowd called to her and she even stopped several times and struck a pose for the camera's.
In a lot of ways, she closely resembled Jean, the same olvie skin, the same brown hair and their smiles were both to die for.
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I turned to Vicky for the usual debrief.

"Emma, Gorgonzola's younger daughter. She's a famous linguire model and she's the face of her older sister's new winter line."
Vicky said bored, serving as my guide though the who's who no longer intresting her.

I made a mental note of doing a google search for Emma Gorgonzola and linguire the first chance I'd get.

"Shall we go inside?"
I said.

Vicky nodded and took my arm and I led her towards the main entrance.
My initial reluctance towards the evening was now nothing more than a distant memory, I had rarely seen such a gathering of magnificent beauty's and we weren't even inside the theater yet.
I could only wonder what awaited me in there.


Eve strutted past extra's, stagehands and everyone else in her path with, a scowling expression on her face, backstage to the dressing rooms as she rushed towards a door marked Badmington and banged on it angerly.
A pretty young woman with short black hair, weaing a strapless blue dress and black heels opened the door.
The young woman had a worried look on her face that seemed to grow more alarmed as she saw the scowl on Eve's face.
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"Oh Eve its you. I..."
Susana said nervously with her posh british accent.

"Is she ready?"
Eve interrupted impatiantly.

"Erm,... well n..no but she..."
Susana began apologetically.

"You're f***ing useless Susana. I hired you to manage her and make sure her exintricinty's were controled. All you had to do was to make sure she'd be ready in time.
Eve spat at Susana furiously as she brushed past her, nearly pushing her over.

Susana held back her tears and closed the door after Eve.
Eve huried to the back of the dressing room where a stunning brunette wearing nothing but a black shirt and panty's, fishnet stockings and black pumps lay lazily on her stomach ontop of a white fluffy rug behind an oriental partition, her feet streached up in the air from the knees, swinging indifferently as she bite the nail of her thumb, he reyes were unfocused and distant, lost in though.
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Something was troubling her and she paid Eve no attention.
Eve sighed frustrated but she wasn't surprised in the least, she had long ago learned what to expect of Kate Badmington.

"Kate, what do you think you're doing? Georgeo expects you to be dressed and ready in twenty minutes so you can introduce the show with him. I'll tell you right now that I have no patience for another one of your meltdown Kate."
Eve said annoyed.

"Why should I be bothered with such a menial task as cater to the snobs and idiots who have only come tonight because its fashionable and not to be move my my show."
Kate said with bitter distain without looking up at Eve.

"Because you're the f***ing writer and its in your damn contract. People expect to see you and Georgeo together."
Eve shouted.

"To hell with their expectations. They're idiots and unworthy of my presance. I´m a genius, I shouldn't have to care about what they think and I don't."
Kate replied offended.

Eve lost control and rushed over to Kate, grabbed her by the hair and violently hoised her up to her knees.
Kate's face whinched in pain but neither let on nor did she try and resist Eve.

"Listen to me you crazy limey bitch. I'll come back in ten minutes and if you're not ready and on your best behavious, I'll snap your scrawny neck, you understand me?"
Eve hissed at Kate hatefully.

"Are you through?"
Kate asked calmly.

Eve let go of Kate's hair and pushed her back down on the rug.
She took a look at her watch, she was running late for her appointment.

"Fifteen minutes. Get her the f**k ready or else."
She threatened Susana who stood back alarmed.

"Yeah.. yes mam...I'll do it.."
Susana stammered.

Without another word, Eve rushed out and slammed the door behind her.
Entierly indifferent to Eve's actions or threat, Kate returned to her earlier pose on the rug and set about biting her nail again.
Susana sighed and slumped down in the chair at the desk where Kate's typewriter stood.



The lobby of the Rochelle theater was certainly glamouress, there were golden columns lined up on either sides, the crystal chandiler that hung up in the fresco painted ceailing above was easily the size of a Ford Focus, the white marble floor shone brightly and you could see the reflections of the premire guests in its surface as they walked across it towards the grand hall.
The Gorgonzola family moved quickly through the lobby, still waving and laughing, shaking hands and posing for photos, they all seemed so used to it and I couldn't help but picture them as the modern day Kennedy's, only artists instead of politicians.
I noticed Georgio whisper something to his wife and then he quickly disappeared.
I found myself wondering where he had gone.
Everyone was dressed in their very best best and there was enough jewelry in there to make Tiffany's feel inaduqent.
At least a dozen waiters circled the lobby with golden trays, offering champagne in goblets.
I grabbed two of them and handed one to Vicky and after tosting, we both sipped the champagne, it was excellent.
Out of nowhere, an absolutly stunning young woman came up to Vicky and greeted her.

"Vicky, how have you been?"
The woman said with a beautiful and gentle smile on her face.

"Nina, I didn't think you'd be here. Its so nice to see you."
Vicky replied happily.

"Yeah, Gilda Gorgonzola's an old friend and she invited me."
Nina replied.

I couldn't take my eyes off of this charming young beauty, she was positivly radiant with positivity and cheerfulness and she was so beautiful my mind struggled to understand it.
Her smile was intoxicating and her perfume filled me with lust, I had rarely liked anyone so much so quickly.
She took my breath away, the long golden locks cascaded off of her shoulders and the short gray dress she was wearing toyed with my imagination.
I felt myself drawn to her.
Her and Vicky behaved like old friends and I grew more and more curious as to who she was.
How did she and Vicky know each other?
She couldn't be older than twenty three, twenty four.
All I knew about her was that her name was Nina and I needed to know more about her, that was for sure.
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"Vicky, aren't you going to introduce us?"
I said eagerly.

I noticed Nina's green eyes move to my and a faint smile in the corner of her mouth, my intrest in her seemed to have flattered her.
Vicky however seemed a bit offended, perhaps she knew what I was thinking, not that she needed to worry, she herself was every bit as stunning as this mystery blonde.

"Yes of course. Gavin Monroe meet Nina Simmons. Nina's one of the best rookie's my department's ever seen."
Vicky intorduced us.

"Oh a police officer. I'd have pegged you for a model or an actress."
I said, hoping I'd flatter her with this crude come on line.

"Actually I was a model before I joined the force. I just wanted to do something more meaningful with my live than just look pretty all the time.
Nina replied as she laughed sweetly.

"Well it seemes to me that you're doing both."
I was flirting without realising it.

Vicky did notice it and she shot me a dirty look, it seemed I was collecting them this evening.

"Well thank you mr Monroe. Oh wait a minute, the Gavin Monroe who solved the Manhattan misadventure murders?"
Nina asked impressed.

"Well...yes I suppose so."
I would have done without that reminder of my last case.

"Wow, well I'd love to talk more but I need get to back to my date. Perhaps we'l lmeet up in the intermission."
Nina said awkwardly, no doubt sensing she had touched a nerve with me.

"Of course. Hope you enjoy the show."
Vicky said as they kissed each other on the cheek.

I nodded and shook Nina's hand again before she walked off towards the great hall.
I downed the rest of my champagne in one sip and slammed it down on the nearest waiters tray and picked up another one.
Vicky shook her head at me and we walked in silence to the great hall.


The door to Kate Badmington's dressing room opened and someone slipped inside without a sound.
Susana who sat directly facing the door wasn't even aware of the person standing six feet from her, looking at her.
If she had she'd have screamed in fear at the sight of the .22 beretta with an attached silencer that was now aimed at her.

"Kate can you please get ready."
Susana called to Kate without looking up.

"f**k off."
Kate's reply sounded from behind the partition.

Susana sighed with frustration and just as she was about to stand up and manually force Kate in her gown, she caught sight of Christina standing before her dressed like an usher with the beretta in her hand.
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Susana's eyes widened in shock and before she could scream Christina squeezed the trigger.

"Ahhhhh..."
Susana gasped in pain as the bullet slammed into her supple left breast.

She was thrown against the back of the chair she sat in and her hands flew up in the air, her face grimmage from the pain she felt in her ruined breast.
Her feet twiched on the floor under the desk and the right foot popped out of her heel.
Susana looked down at her own blood as it flowed down her breast from the small hole in the center of it, just above the dress and she sighed with disbelieve as her hands fell back down on the desk with a thud.
More blood pumped out of her breast as she gasped her last shallow breaths.
She stared up at Christina with confused eyes and a tear ran down her cheek
Susana shuddered before she fell limp in her seat and slumped down onto the desk ontop of her arms.
Christina lowered the smoking beretta and tilted her head to the left to look Susana in the eyes.
Susana head rested on her arm, the dark lifeless eyes gazed blankly back at her killer.
Christina's .22 bullet had found a place in Susana's heart.
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Kate heard the sound of heels as Christina walked up to her and assuming it was Susana, she didn't look up.

"I thought I made myself clear when I told you to f**k off."
Kate muttered irritated.

She looked up and instead of seeing Susana, she was looking down the barrel of Christina's beretta.

"What the bloody hell is th...Hhuurrgggghhh..."
She gasped as Christina's bullet slammed into her head.

Kate's head jerked upwards as drops of blood sprayed from the fresh hole in the center of her forehead and buried itself deep in her highly intelligent brain.
Her expression was that of utter shock and her mouth gaped open, locked in her last gasp.
Her feet fell down on the rug and twitched as death spasams rode through her and the hands slumped down in front of her.
The pupils in her eyes instinctivly rolled up as if they were trying to get a look at the bleeding hole above them.
Her lips were seperated by an inch and the warm last breath silently escaped through them.
Kate's head lingered up for a moment while the rest of her realized that she was dead and then it fell forward on her outstreached arm.
She lay on her stomach with her right leg bent ontop of the left, the black heel dangled off her toes on the left foot.
Two thick streams of Kate's blood ran from the unwelcome "third eye" she had just gained.
One down between her blankly staring eyes, one sideways down her forehead.
There was no need for Christina to check Kate out any further, the look on her face and the placement of the bullet told her all that she need to know.
Kate Badmington was as dead as one can be.
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Christina pulled her cell out of her pocket and dialed.
Within a few seconds a woman answered on the other line.

"I´m done with Badmington and the assistant. Is it safe to move on to the next task."
Christina said matter of factly.

"No I will handle it personally. We have a new development that requires your attention more. It seems that the police captain we worried about isn't alone. She brought Gavin Monroe with her.
The woman replied.

"Gavin Monroe? The private detective? That does sound alarming."
Christina replied.

"Yes which is why I need you to keep an eye on them. Once things start he's bound to get involved and you need to make sure to be ontop of him."
The woman said with a mildly amused tone.

"You got it. And what about the tape?"
Christina added.

"I'll make sure its delivered. Soon Georgeo Gorgonzola will receive the most alarming message of his life."
The woman said.

The line went dead.
Christina unscrewed the silencer of the beretta and returned it to the holster on her ankle
She had read a great deal about Gavin Monroe and it excited her to know he was there and that she was suppost to keep an eye on him.
This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.


Chapter 2. Here we go again.
Coming Soon.

[piptheface]

Brilliant as usual
Loved this...the mystery...the murder..the women.
Yvonne as a hit woman..Wow!!
Just to let you know after watching Chuck the other night she is now up to number three.
I can see why this chapter took so long..you put a lot in there. Great use of pictures once again.
Thrills manips are brilliant. I hope he will help me out in the near future. Great demises of Rachel and Gemma. The icing on the cake was the set of photo's of Jessica getting out of that car...my god
This story is going to be fantastic
Cheers
Phil
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[fleming]

Thank you so much for the kind words my friend.
Happy you liked it and yes its packed and it took a while to do but I even cut a whole scene out and moved it to next chapter, that's how packed it used to be.

Great news on Yvonne, you're a noble man with pure taste.
I know its Jessica who's nr 1 and I imagine Elisha is nr 2. Good choices.
Its a little embarissing to admit but I was bored last week and my friend gave me the idea so I went and created my top 50 most beautiful famous women ever list.
Yvonne obviously was nr 1, Jessica was nr 6 and Elisha was nr 24 I think so we do think similarily.

You have no idea how much I enjoy Yvonne as a baddie and I have great plans for her and Gavin.
It will be a joy to write.

Have no doubt Thrill will help you and I look forward to him doing so.
Its a real treat to see what he does and if you pick the right photo and have an idea what you want, he'll deliver a masterpiece.

Yes that montage of Jessica was fun, wanted to introduce her just right and I knew those pics so it sort of came together well.
Glad you liked it.

Thanks again and I hope you won't have to wait as long for chapter 3, am going to try and make it happen sooner than later.

[Bambinonero]

Nice! Lovely pic of dead Susana, she died real pretty... Is that the same girl who played Strawberry Fields?

Like this Swanepoel babe Never heard of her but she appears very cute and curvy, great find -- no surprise Gavin has a crush on her. Nice to hear she left the modelling to do smth meaningful... like hanging out with Gavin

[fleming]

Thanks BN, glad to hear you liked it.

Yes that Strawberry alright, I love her.

Swanepole is a famous Victoria's secret model and there's an endless supply of great pics of her.
Yes well lets see if she'll do better around Gavin.

[fleming]

Chapter 2. The Price of passion.


Georgio Gorgonzola was in a hurry as he rushed down the backstage corridors of the Rochelle theater.
Twice someone tried to stop him to get his approval on something or to ask him some trivial thing but he barely paid them any attention at all and merely waved them away uninterested as he kept moving.
He had a more pressing engagement to get to, in fact he had thought of little else that whole day.
As he turned into the corridor he was heading towards one of the backround dancers of the show, a very beautiful young brunette, bumped into him.
Georgio was nearly knocked down as she fell into his arms but he maintained his balance and kept them both from falling.
She looked up at him mortified and quickly backed away from him, her face red with embarrassment.

"Oh god, I´m so sorry Mr Gorgonzola. I.. wasn't lookin and I..."
She stammered nervously.

Georgio couldn't help but laugh at how embarrassed and worried she was.
He was also taken with just how lovely she was.
He knew that her name was Alice and that she was a very gifted dancer and a kind, friendly girl with a stunning smile but he never spoken to her directly alone before and now he couldn't help but admire just how great she looked in her costume for the bordello musical number.
Her flowing brown hair fell down off her shoulders and its intoxicating scent filled the air around her.
The dark blue lace underwear, dark stockings, black heels and transparent blouse looked fantastic on Alice's superbly proportioned figure.
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"No need to be so worried Alice. You'd think I was in the habit of lopping people's heads off when they displease me by the way you're reacting. Its fine, no harm done."
Georgio said to her amused.

"Oh well thanks, I´m sorry, I guess I´m just nervous for going in front of all those people."
Alice said as her stunning smile presented itself.

"You're lucky I didn't drop my cigarette, because then you would be in trouble."
Georgio joked.

Alice laughed very sweetly at his joke and instinctivly reached out and touched his arm for a second.
The she seemed to realize what she had done and swiftly pulled it back.
Georgio didn't let on but he had liked that she had done that.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine."
Georgio said as he moved past her, ending the conversation, he was in a hurry.

Alice couldn't help but look back and watch him as he continued down the hall.

"What a gentleman."
She thought to herself.

Georgio puffed hard on this fifty-sixth cigarette of the day (he always chain-smoked when he was about to premiere a new show) as he walked up to the door of Eve's office.
Faint sounds of music that Georgio recognized to be from Madam Butterfly sounded from the office.
He knocked on the door and fidgeted impatiently like a small boy as he waited for it to open.

"Entre."
Eve's seductive voice called from the other side of the door.

Georgio quickly opened the door, walked into the office and closed the door behind him.
Alice found herself wondering what business he had with Eve for a moment but then she shrugged her shoulders and headed to the dressing room.
The curtain was up in twenty minutes and she still had to finish appling her make up.

Eve was sitting on the edge of her desk, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of bourbon in the other, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the soothing tones of Madam Butterfly although Georgio guessed that the cigarette and the bourbon played a larger role in her calm than the music.
Even though he had known her for years and saw her practically every day, it still amazed him how much her beauty got to him every single time and the way that black gown presented her breasts was nothing less than art.
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"I take it that Kate gave you some difficulty's."
Georgio asked sympathetically.

"You could say that."
Eve replied dryly.

As she opened her eyes and looked at him, a smile appeared on her lips.

"How much time do you have?"
She asked with a certain spark in her eye.

"Enough."
Georigo said as he reached behind his back and locked the door.

He walked over to her, took the glass of bourbon from her hand, drank from it and set it down on the desk.
Then he kissed her passionately and took her in his arms.
Eve kissed him back, wrapped her hands around his shoulders and lowered herself down on the desk, pulling him down with her.
Georgio's hand reached into her gown and pulled it off her warm, firm breasts out.
Eve moaned with pleasure as Georgio took her breast in his hand and massaged it, she especially liked it how he stroked her erect nipple with his thumb.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and she thrush herself up against his crouch, her hands working to undo his belt.
He reached down and kissed her bare bosom and she bit her lip with pleasure, her whole body vibrated with desire.
For a moment they stopped and stared into each others face, the lust alight in both of them.

"Ravish me."
Eve pleaded as the excitement peaked.

"Yes ma'am."
Georgio replied obediently as he hitched up her gown and pulled her black lace panty's down her thighs.

She screamed out in joy as he entered her and Georgio's quickly reached for the remote of the stereo and increased the volume, filling the office with the sounds of Madam Butterfly, drowning out Eve's screams of ecstasy.



Alice sat at her mirror alone in the dressing room, making final adjustments to her eye liner and humming Lara's theme when the door opened behind her and someone slipped without a sound.
Alice was to engrossed in what she was doing to notice the woman sneaking up to her.
If she had she would have screamed at the sight of the switchblade in the woman's right hand.
Alice set the eye liner down and carefully look herself over in the mirror and smiled at how beautiful she looked, unaware of the impending danger she was in.
Alice reached for the the pink lipstick where it stood on the make up table and sensually drew it across her pouty lips, first the lower then the higher.
She pressed the list together and puckered them to allow the lipstick to spread evenly and looked at herself in the mirror satisfied that she looked her best for her stage debut.
At that moment she saw the reflection of the woman standing behind her and she gasped in shock.
She recognized the woman and she let out an embarrassed laugh as she covered her eyes in shame with her hand.

"Oh its you. You startled me half to death."
Alice said, unaware of the switchblade in the woman's hand, concealed behind her back.

"Well it doesn't do to leave the job half done, now does it."
The woman replied coldly.

Before Alice could ask her what she meant, the woman clapped her gloved left hand over Alice's freshly painted lips and plunged the switchblade deep into her belly from behind.

"Hhrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
The sounds of Alice's agonized scream couldn't escape the woman's hand.

The pain rushed through Alice from the mortal wound in her gut and she thrashed around in her seat as the pain took hold of her.
She grabbed the woman's hand and tired to pry it away from her mouth but she couldn't budge it.
Her feet flopped uncontrollably on the floor and banged against the legs of the chair and under the make up table.
The stiletto heels of the open toed black heels scratched the floor until the kicking of Alice's feet got so intense that they fell of her pantyhose clad toes.
She desperatly tried to scream over and over but the woman's hand stopped her each time.
A tear ran down from Alice's eye as the pain began to overwhelm her.
Alice could see her penetrated gut in the mirror in front of her where the woman's right hand grasped the switchblade that still stood out of her an inch or two below the bellybutton.
Blood was trickling down her panty's and thighs and the lower part of her transparent blouse was soaked through with it.
She could feel the bloody blouse sticking to her skin, it surprised her how warm it was.
Alice's mind raced to try and understand what was happening.
Why was this happening to her?
What had she done?

Alice's eyes found her killers in the mirror as more tears fell down from her soft hazel brown eyes, begging her to stop.
The woman grinned back at her and sharply twisted the blade in Alice's gut sideways.
Another painfilled scream was muffled by the killer palm as Alice's entire body thrashed harder as a pain she had never know nearly crippled her.
Blood gushed from the horrible wound in her gut.
Her feet kicked harder on the floor and her toes currled so hard they nearly broke.
A final muffled gasp left her and the killer felt the faint exhale of Alice's last breath on her palm as she fell limp in the chair.
The hands fell down to her sides and dangled off of the chair above the floor.
Alice's wide open eyes stared at herself in the mirror horror-struck.
The killer pulled her hand away from Alice's mouth and her head slumped down on the back of the chair and lolled to the right.
Dribbles of blood dripped out of her parted lips and onto her shoulder.
There was no doubt, Alice was dead.
The killer casually ran her hand though her hair and winked at herself in the mirror before she turned on her heel and marched out of the dressing room feeling pleased about her handywork.



Georgio exhaled exhausted as he rolled off of Eve on the floor and to his back.
His face was drenched in sweat and there was a smile on his face, you only see on a man that's just enjoyed nature's greatest pleasure with a woman as magnificent as Eve.
The look on Eve's face was that of utter contentment and she snickered as she hoisted her gown back down her thighs.
It was just as good that she did, the hicky on her inner thigh might raise unwanted questions.
She looked to her left at the man that lay beside her on the floor of her office amongst the contense of her desk.
He looked back at her and they just stared into each others eyes for a moment.
His hand slide over to hers and took it.
Eve knew that she loved him and she hated that he was married, the jealousy she felt towards Gilda was almost overpowering.
She had even tried to make Georgio jealous by attempting to pick up Gavin Monroe at a party a while back but it had failed miserably.
Even though Gavin's rejection had offended her, she couldn't help but feel grateful towards him, his rejection has saved her from making a silly and painful mistake.
Georgio reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cigarette's.

"Got one for me?"
Eve asked.

"For you, anything."
He replied as he offered her one.

They lay there together on the floor in peaceful silence, puffing away without a care in the world.

"Its nice isn't it?"
Georgio asked.

"What is?"
Eve wondered.

"To be able to be with someone and not feel like you have to talk."
Georgio said pleased.

"Yes it is."
She agreed.

"We need to get back before things start."
Eve added, reluctantly. She would have been happy to lie there all night.

After he'd made himself presentable again, Georgio opened the door of the office and just as he was about to walk out, he looked over his shoulder at Eve who was fixing her hair in the mirror on the wall and he smiled to her.
She saw his smile in the mirror and returned it.

"Go. I'll be right behind you."
Eve said with a happy tone in her voice.

Georgio nodded and blew her a kiss before leaving and closing the door after him.
Eve finished her hair quickly and slipped her black heels back on before she hurried to the door.
She grabbed the doorknob and the second she opened the door she received the shock of a lifetime.
Alice's killer stood right in front of her with a piece of an electrical cord strung out between her hands.
Within a second she had hurrled herself at Eve, wrapped the cord around her exposed neck, pulled her down on the floor and straddled her before Eve could do anything to resist.
The woman tightened the cord as hard as she could causing Eve's eyes to bulge and nearly pop out of her head.
She instinctivly grabbed hold of the cord digging into her neck and pulled on it as hard as she could but as much as she did, she could't loosen it or slip her fingers between the wire and her skin.
Eve struggled on the floor under her attacker with all her might, battling for live.
Her feet so kicked frantically on the floor that both of her black heels slipped off of her bare toes and were kicked away as her bare feet continuted to kick on the floor.
Her full breasts heaved furiously against the gown as she desperatly gasped for air that she couldn't get down her throat and into her failing lungs.

Eve's mind shot in all directions as she tired to find a way out of this danger and the confusion and fear she felt also rushed over her as she tired to understand why her friend was strangling her.
Eve stared up into her eyes and she saw the hatred and the enjoyment in the woman's eyes and he rown eyes widened in panic as she understood that this was for real, this woman was set on killing her, there was no mistake about that.
She let go of the cord and hit up at the woman's face but she easily avoided Eve's blows.
Eve then grabbed her hair and yanked on it as hard as she could and the woman vailed in pain but she didn't let go of the cord.

"Stop that you f***ing french cunt, you'll f**k up my hair."
The woman hissed at her annoyed.

She yanked even harder on the cord, so hard that it dug itself into Eve's windpipe and nearly snapped it.
The added pressure to her neck drained the strenght to fight back from Eve and the woman's hair slipped from her fingers.
Her face was drained of color and her lungs of air and her vision was fading and blurry.
As she desperately gasped for any ounce of air, her tongue protruded from between her sensual red lips and dangled out of the corner of her mouth.
Her bare feet were no longer kicking on the floor, only twitching as the last breaths of life were expelled from her body.
Every mustle, evert nerve in her beautiful, agonized face was strained and twitching as the life was choked out of her.
She could barely think clearly, the axphyxia had set in and Eve understood that she was done for.
With her last coherant thoughs, Eve thought of Georgio and how much she loved him.
She hoped he'd be able to find out who it was that had killed her, otherwise he would be in danger, she was certain of it.

"Hhhuueerrrrrrggghhhh....."
The final choked gurgle escaped the lips that Georgio had kissed only minutes before.

Eve's hands fell down onto the wooden floor with a loud thud and her feet stopped twitching and lay unmoving.
Her breasts fell still and motionless, the erect nipples poking through the gown's fabric.
The bewitching dark eyes stared unfocused back at the woman, all life gone out of them.
Eve had been throttled to death.

The woman kept tugging on the cord wrapped around Eve's throat for a good minute or two after she was dead, just to be absolutly sure that she was in fact stone cold dead.
Then she let go of it and left it around Eve's brused neck.
She lowered herself down to Eve so their faces were only inches apart and she gazed into Eve's pale face, especially the bloodshot blankly staring eyes that looked back up at her.
She reached out and ran her hand across Eve's cheek, stroking it but she made sure to avoid the tongue dangling out of Eve's mouth or the trail of saliva running from it.

"I thought you'd never die, you lothsome cunt."
The woman whispered pleased to Eve's ear, who couldn't hear her.

The woman then gently ran her index finger down Eve's throat and towards the ample breasts that no one would ever handle again.
She took a moment to carefully admire Eve's breasts.

"Well I can certainly see the appeal."
She muttered to herself.

The woman pulled out a small digital tape recorder and laughed as she slipped it into Eve's cleavage much like a dollar bill is slipped inside a strippers bra.
A note was attached to the tape recorder that said...PLAY ME GEORGIO.
She then dismounted Eve's corpse and walked quickly out of the office, leaving Eve spread-eagled and all alone on the floor.
She couldn't be late, the curtain was due to rise in a few minutes.


Chapter 3. Here we go again.
Coming soon.

[Bambinonero]

Nice pic of Anne, she looks real sweet... Why would anyone hurt such a lovely innocent gal? Before she even had a chance to flirt with the director

Of course that bitch, Eve, deserved to die twice

[fleming]

Glad you liked it BN. Thanks very much.
Anne was added on account of that great photo I found from her new GQ shoot.
There was a reason she was killed, you'll see.

Well I'd like to think that Eve was made a bit more simpathetic before her end but she stil ldeserved her fate.

[piptheface]

A beautiful mystery once again my friend
I love where this story is heading. The characters all fit so nicely. The killer identity still well and truly hidden.
The two deaths in this chapter were both awesome...but however much i enjoyed Anne's (I really must use her soon) it was Eva's that got to me the most...the best strangling I've read to date. You covered every angle....I could feel her shock and pain...a truly blistfull vision .
You will have to go some to top her demise.
Luckily for all of us..you're the man for the job
Brilliant chapter..Well done
Cheers
Phil
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[fleming]

Wow Phil, you made my week with that very flattering comment. Thank you.
Very happy you liked it and that you find the mystery engaging, its a real complement.

This killer or mastermind as I call her due to her employing Yvonne is the most evil villian I've had yet, Julia was driven insane by love, Regina was just greedy but this one is evil.

So glad you liked Eve's death and that you consider it the best strangling you've read, which is quite a complement.
I used the Diane Kruger one from I. Basterds as a blueprint in my head but added the cord for one thing.
I personally feel that this one, Virginia and Nicole in the last one and of course Klebb's in Bond 3 are all in the same league but I intend to top them all in the future,you're challenge is accepted.

I still think I will never top the ones you did of Yvonne or Garner in those two Nick story's, wow, re-read them all the time.

P.s. Please do use Anne soon, I'd love that.

Thank you again my friend.

[Britney Girl]

Alice's death=AMAZING wow, i loved it, so detailed i almost felt like i was there watching, your skills at describing the deaths is amazing.

Because we all want to see the same thing people would expect these spy stories to get repetitive, but you can tell the same basic death so well so many ways, i'm waiting to hear it again. You have a knack for keeping us all on the edge of our seats waiting for something we have requested a dozen times and you never seem to loose your touch.

Two thumbs up from your #1 fan. Superb and keep them coming! :)
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[piptheface]

I agree with Britney...You are the master of making the same type of death scene different and always fresh. Some people feel there are too many spy stories on the board. I tend to disagree, that's probably because it's what I do. I just think that the spy genre lends itself to be the most sexy.
I will however be trying something new with the next story...but knowing me it will turn out like a spy story set in 17th century France...we'll see.
Cheers
Phil
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[fleming]

Thank you so much Britney, your very kind, coming from you that means the world.
Your words have flattered me like you can't believe and my ego's never felt better.
So happy you liked it.

Thank you both so much for what you said about keeping things fresh, you have no idea how rewarding that is, seeing as how I always fear I am just repeating myself but since you two oppinion counts so high with me, my fears are put to rest.

I am very happy and honored to count you two my friends and I am both of yours biggest fan as you know.

Your friend
Jóhann.

[heirophant]

I loved the Eva strangle scene. It was beautiful!

On a semi-related note. I was a little disappointed not to have heard your opinion on my W.I.P. Eva Green interactive yet... I seem to remember you expressing interest in it when I first announced it was coming...

[fleming]

Thank you, very glad you liked it. Eva is a goddess who deserves only the best.

Oh sh*t I am sorry heiroplant, I did start to read it and got to the first set of options that led to her berry poisoning which was just superb, really fun and well done but I didn't have time to go through more at the time and now I am ashamded to admit that I just completely forgot to go back and finish it or comment, I really want to do that and I'll do it as soon as I have time.

I really liked what I've read so far of it, her inexplicantly being in the golden compass outfit is both nice and fun.
The berry posioning was fantastic and well written, wonderfully detailed and the descriptions were vivid. Great work.

You're right I did express intrest and I do thinks its very intresting and fun so I look forward to finishing it and giving you a proper comment.
I also remember now that you mentioned it that you were toying with doing a similar Yvonne Strahovski haunted house story and I gotta say if you do that, I'll not only be the first and most active to admire it,I'll also be thankful as you should know as everyone here does by now what Yvonne is to me.

[fleming]

Chapter 3. A first rate a**hole.


The grand show hall of the Rochelle theater was quite something and I wondered if Vicky and I hadn't just wondered into Versailles by mistake.
It was big enough to house a Boeing jet with enough room left for a couple of fire engines with their ladders raised up.
The rows of seats seemed endless and I guessed that it held a thousand people at the very least.
The ceiling was adorned with magnificent fresco's depicting child sized angels dancing on clouds, looking down on the audience with playful smiles, not really my sort of thing at all but I couldn't help but admire the artists talents.
A row of thirty foot high gilded columns rested against the walls and stretched in a circle all around the hall.
The largest crystal chandelier I had ever laid eyes on dangled gracefully above the audiences high above in the center of the hall.
If its supports were to give and it would plummet down onto the audience, you would need a sponge to clean the mess up.
Enormous red velvet curtains blocked the stage from sight as it wasn't yet time to reveal it.
The wine red carpet with golden stars on it was woven from the finest silk and it almost seemed a shame to step on it.

"Impressive isn't it?"
Vicky asked me.

"Ehh, I've seen better."
I joked.

Vicky snickered, apparently having decided to forgive my insensitivity from before and kissed me on the cheek.

"Of course you have. What was I thinking, that I could impress the great Gavin Monroe."
She said playfully.

"Come on, lets find our seats."
I said as I patted her firmly on the buttocks.

Vicky shot me a dirty look that told me that if I did that again, she'd snap me in half.
I grinned and wondered if it'd be worth it.
As we walked towards our seats, I saw something that changed my whole world view, the most beautiful woman I had ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on.
She appeared to be a usher as she was making her way through the crowd, leading an elderly couple to their seats.
The black pants, white blouse and vest with her nametag on it served as clues as well.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was quite a sight, full lips, sparkling gray eyes, high cheekbones, a pert little nose, thick lustress blonde hair she kept in a neat and professional ponytail and creamy curves poured into her snug ushers uniform.
She was perfect in every way imaginable.
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I knew I needed to speak to this ravishing beauty no matter what.
I spotted that she she had found the couples seats and was heading back to the front entrance, this was my chance.

"Excuse me a moment, will you Vicky. I just remembered I need to make a quick call."
I said as I let go of her arm and turned to move away.

"Ohh, well...okay. Don't be too long. Its about to start."
She said surprised and clearly disappointed.

"I won't. Be right back."
I said disinterested without looking back at her, I was already speeding away to catch up with the usher.

Vicky sighed and walked alone to her seat, feeling confused by my action.
I would have felt bad but I was far too distracted too even realize how I was treating Vicky.
I caught up with the girl and cleared my throat.
She turned around and looked at me curiously.
I was even more struck by her beauty up close.
If perfection were something they sold in boxes, her picture would be on the box.

"Yes, can I help you?"
She asked politely.

Umm, well, nn...yyes, yes I was just... oh f**k it. My name's Gavin. I saw you from across the hall and I just had to say hello."
I mumbled out.

As soon as the realization of the words I had just allowed to escape my lips sank in, a tital wave of self loathing washed over me and I recoiled in shame.
She smiled amused at my shame and held out her hand.
I could tell that she was flattered by what I had said, maybe it wasn't as so stupid after all.
No it was pretty damn stupid.

"Hello Gavin, I´m Christina."
She said pleasantly.

Her response gave me a second wind and I took her hand and shook it.

"Yes I got that from your name tag."
I said as I gestured at the tag pinned to her vest over her firm left breast.

She looked down at her breast and smiled.

"Yes I just bet you did."
She remarked amused and let out a laugh.

Her Chanel perfume was intoxicating.

"Well Gavin, I have quite a lot to do right now but hopefully we'll run into each other again soon."
She said as she intimidly ran her hand down my arm.

It was one of the greatest thrills of my life.

"I'd love to."
I replied.

"Good, until then."
Christina said with a smile and turned to walk away.

I happily watched as Christina walked away, admiring her spectacular behind in those snug pants and then I turned with a wide smile on my face and started to walk away back to my seat when I noticed Vicky standing in the ail not far from me, a hurt look on her face.
She had been watching my clumsy advances with Christina.
Something told me that I had just blown my second chance.
I felt like such a sh*t, I had rarely been more ashamed of myself than right then.
The way she was looking at me broke my heart.
She looked so disappointed and as I walked closer to her, she brushed past me and headed for the exit without a word.

"Vicky."
I called softly after her, after all we were surrounded by close to a thousand people that I wasn't too eager to involve in the inevitable fight that was about to errupt.

She pretended not to hear me and kept walking right out of the grand hall into the lobby.
I hurried after her and grabbed her arm to stop her but she shook free from my grip.

"Vicky wait, I..."
I had no idea what I should say or how I should say it.

"So that was the call you had to make. Looks like it was a 900 number."
Vicky said bitterly.

"Its not what you think Vicky."
I said.

"Then what is it? You were just asking for directions to our seats? Is that it?"
Vicky was doing a fine job of cutting me down a size and I deserved it.

"I... I´m sorry, I lied."
I didn't know what else to say.

"I´m sorry too. Enjoy the show Gavin. Goodbye."
Vicky said angerly as a tear ran down her cheek.

She turned on her heels and walked away towards the exit.

"Vicky..."
I didn't finish my thought.

I felt it was best to let her go.
As bad as I felt over how I had treated her, I knew it was for the best.
We had no future together, I had always known that and now she had realized that as well.
I knew I had to go to her apartment and get my stuff later and say goodbye to her properly but right now I wanted a drink.
And as hard as I tried, I couldn't shake Christina off my mind.
I moved over to the bar in the now deserted lobby and plumped myself in one of the stools.



From the corner of the lobby, Christina stood in the shadow, having watched the argument between Gavin and Vicky.
She reached for her cell and called her employer.

"Lawrence and Monroe had a falling out and she left. I guess she's heading to her car. I think their no longer a threat."
Christina reported.

"We can't take any chances. Monroe is bound to get involved once everything starts and we can't allow Lawrence to be able to to provide any outside help. I'll deal with her. You stay on him for now like we discussed. The worst thing we can do is to underestimate Gavin Monroe."
The woman on the other end said firmly.

"Understood."
Christina replied before she hung up.



Vicky...
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... approched her Mercedes that she had parked in the alley behind the Rochelle theater.
Her stilletto heels clicked on the pavement as she walked, echoing in the deserted alley.
The moment she got to the drivers door, she noticed movement behind the dumpster a few feet from her and she spun around to see two young men who were clearly up to no good based on the way they looked at her.
The way one of them was shaking and the mad glint in his eye told her that these were addicts looking to rob and most likely force themselves on her.
The younger one who stood on the right grinned and licked his lips as he stared at Vicky's supple breasts as they peered majestically out of her black dress and grasped the handle of the hammer in his hand.
The other smelled of urine and he had gone as far as to unzip his fly.

"Look at what we've got here Johnny."
The smelly one said excited.

"She's a tasty looking cunt."
The other replied.

Vicky stood firm and let out a laugh as her hand moved into her handbag.

"Do you really think I'll just bend over."
She said firmly.

Both men chuckled and moved closer to her.
Vicky smirked, thinking what fools these men were, having paid no attention to the police issue license plates on her car and pulled her Glock from the handbag.

"NYPD a**holes. Now drop the sh*t and f**k off before I get really pissed."
Vicky ordered as she aimed the glock at them, her hand as steady as a rock.

The younger man looked nervous and took a step back but the smelly one only laughed and stayed the course.
The very idea of her thinking she could stop him was ludicrus to him.

"Seems that this bitch got claws. I like that."
He said with contempt.

"f**k Ray, lets just get the f**k out of here."
The younger one said, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Listen to Johnny over here Ray. Kids got more sense than you."
Vicky said calmly, her aim squeerly on him.

"f**k you cunt."
Ray spat out as he moved closer, raising the knife in his hand at her.

That did it, Ray's insult had pissed her off.
Vicky's aim lowered and she shot him in the foot.
Ray let out a howl of a scream and toppled over like a felled tree, clutching his injured foot.
Johnny threw the hammer away and raised his hands terrified.

"Now you two, f**k of and don't let me see you ever again."
Vicky said firmly, the smoking glock aimed to kill this time.

Johnny nodded repeatedly and ran off like a frightened girl.
Ray stumbled to his feet and hopped on one leg after his friend, cursing bloody murder in between moans.
Vicky waited until they were out of sight and then she lowered her glock and shoved it back in her handbag.
She unlocked the Mercedes and got in, slamming the door shut after her.
She threw the handbag in the passenger seat beside her.
Instead of starting the car, she just sat there, her hands clutching the steering wheel, tears starting to run down her cheeks.
She had but up a brave face against the lowlifes but that was easy, it was her job to deal with them.
Heartbreak however was an entirely different matter.
She had know that her and Gavin's relasionship wasn't serious, at least not to him but she had really started to fall for him and now she felt hurt and rejected in the first time in her life.

"Get ahold of yourself you sissy."
Vicky said to herself angerly.

Vicky wiped her tears away with her hand and raised herself up in the drivers seat.
She inserted the key in the ignition and was about to turn it when she suddenly felt that there was someone sitting behind her, she could hear breathing.
Suddenly a garrote wire flung over her head and wrapped tightly around her soft neck.
Her could feel all of the air leaving her body and her bright blue eyes shot open with fear and panic as the wire dug deeper into her neck.
Vicky gasped with shock and grabbed the garrote wire with both hands, desperatly trying to loosen it but whoever was in the back seat only tightend its death grip on her throat further.
Her mouth opened and she tried to get any air or at least scream but all she managed was a chocked gurtling.

"Eeerrrrggghhhhh..."

Vicky struggled and thrashed wildly in the drivers seat, her hands janking pointlessly at the wire drapped around her neck and she begged for Gavin to show up and save her.
Her feet kicked frantically on the car floor, banging under the dashboard, causing the black heels to slip of her bare toes and fall to the car floor.
The bare feet continued to flop and bang around on the floor, her toes wiggling as more and more of Vicky's strength faded away.
Vicky's hand streched desperatly for her handbag, trying to reach the glock inside it but she couldn't reach it as hard as she tried.
Her fingers clawed at the handbag but she couldn't move it closer to her or reach inside it, it was too far.
Vicky's eyes caught a glimps of her garroter in the rearview mirror, it surprised her that it was a woman of stunning beauty and Vicky couldn't help but wonder why this woman was trying to kill her, what was her reason for it.
The woman seemed familiar but it was hard for Vicky to know for sure, the pressure on her throat had made her vision blurry and unfocused as the asphyxia took hold.

Her tearfilled eyes pleaded with the woman in the mirror to spear her life, begging her but the woman showed no sign of emotion or pity, she barely even looked at her.
If anything she seemed impatient waiting for Vicky to die.
Vicky's spectacular breasts heaved so much from the struggle that the top two buttons on her black dress ripped open and her full, miracules breasts flooded out of it and heaved freely, her erect nipples bouncing up and down as she arched upwards in her seat, her entire body flooping.
Vicky started to fell a warm sensation in her pussy as her strenght gave out and she felt herself give in.
Struggling was pointless and it only made it worse.
She let her hands fall to her lap and welcomed her fate, she couldn't fight it anymore.

"Just get it over with."
She thought to herself as she felt herself slip away.

The kicks of her feet slowed and became little more than involintary twitches as the last breaths of life were sufficated.
Her tongue forced itself out of her mouth and dangled out of the corner of her mouth, allowing her to taste her own lipstick.
The last thing she ever tasted.
For a second she could see the woman's face clearly in the mirror, she was dazzlingly beautiful and seemed so familiar.
Then everything went black.
The majestic breast stopped heaving and fell still, her nipples no longer bouncing.
Her bare feet fell limp on the car floor and didn´t move, the toes wiggle free.
Her left hand rested in her lap and the right dangled between the seats.
Drool dripped off of the protruding tounge that stuck out of the corner of her mouth, licking her cheek.
The bright blue eyes stared wide out the windshield at the young couple who walked past the alley with ice creams laughing together without seeing them.
The only movement in Vicky's body was from the tugging at her neck from behind as her killer kept pulling on the garrote for a little while after Vicky's death.
Finally the woman relaxed the grip a little and reached her head forward between the seats and looked carefully at Vick'y face for a while before she was certain that vicky was truly dead.
She then unwrapped the wire and let Vicky's body slump forward on the steering wheel.

"sh*t, this bitch sure was a handful."
The woman in the back seat muttered to herself exhausted.

She stepped out of the backseat and opened the driver's door, reached inside and grabbed hold of Vicky's lifeless corpse and pulled her out of the car.
She hooked her hands under Vicky's armpits, cupping her luscious bare breasts that stuck out of her torn dress and dragged her away.
They still felt warm to the touch and her nipples felt nice against the woman's palms.
Vicky's head slumped to the right, resting on her shoulder, drool dripping on it from her bloated tongue.



I ordered a double bourbon neat and hoped that the bartender would bring it in a bucket.
At least he should, it would save him the effort of going back and forth all night as I was planning to drink until I collapsed off of the stool.
When he to my great disappointment handed me the bourbon in a regular glass, I snatched it from him and drank it down in one sip.
I slammed the empty glass back on the counter and looked up at him.

"I am a first rate a**hole, you know that? Another."
I declared.

He nodded and turned to fix my order.
I could hear that the curtain had risen and the audiences were applauding wildly.
Just then I felt the presence of someone in heels walking up to my back.
My first instinct was that it might be Vicky wanting to give me a another chance but as soon as I smelled the Chanel, I knew it was someone else and to be honest I was thrilled.
I turned around in my seat to face her.

"I figured it was time for us to run into each other again."
Christina said with a curious smile.

"Yes I believe you're right. Please have a seat."
I replied.

She sat down on the stool next to me, her thigh brushing against my knee as she did.
I stared at this marvel of a woman, utterly spellbound and fascinated by her.

"Going to buy me a drink?"
Christina asked casually.

"Aren't you working? I'd hate to get you in trouble. I've ruining more than my share of lives."
I remarked, suddenly thinking of Ava Grand and how she had died because she loved me.

"Oh no worries, the curtain's up so there's very little for me to do until the end of the show so you've got my undevided attention for the next three hours."
Christina said as she leaned forward, her elbow resting on the counter, supporting her chin.

I couldn't help it but smile at my luck, but I knew I deserved non of it.
The bartender came back with my second drink and set it in front of me,

"What'll you have?"
I asked.

"I'll have what you're having but make mine on the rocks."
She said with confidence, she was clearly the kind of woman that knew what she wanted.

"You heard the lady."
I addressed the bartender with a smirk.

He gave me a "you lucky son of a bitch" snare and went to get her drink.

"I think he's jealous of you."
Christina said amused.

"Should he be?"
I asked hopeful.

"Oh I think so."
She said with a smile as she slipped her heel off her bare foot and ran her toes up my calf, stroking it gently.

"Touché."
I said, my face alight with joy.


Chapter 4. Here we go again.
Coming soon.

[Britney Girl]

Beautifully written chapter, i LOVED what Vicky said about the 900 number! lol, that was a great line, your quirks are so perfectly placed, i love the communications between your characters.

As for Vicky's death, another great garroting only you are capable of pulling off so well, i must say every time i read a death scene from one of your stories its like a new one, each time i am grabbed and pulled in before i know it and the story runs out just when it gets good, just like a tv series ;)

Cant wait to see what develops next, i feel Christina has a fate soon to catch up to her :)
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[fleming]

Oh wow Britney thank you so much for your kind word, they means a lot to me.
I was having a motherfuck of sh*tty day and now you've turned it around for me.

Glad you liked that line, I did too, I always try and come up with lines like that to hit the right moment and it so rearly happens just the way I want so its great to hear.

As for it running out just as it gets good, well that's my hook Well i did learn from Ian Fleming to end each chapter leaving the reader wanting more and I try and do that but I don't know if I succeed much so its nice to hear it did for you this time.

What happens next, well for one thing a very awesome and special character enters the story in the next chapter that I hope you'll enjoy. ;) And Christina well you may be right, you may not.

Again thanks, you've left me with a wide smile on my face.

[Trinity]

An excellent chapter Fleming. I'm thrilled to see Christina Hendricks in one of your stories, she's stunning and I have been a fan of her since I saw her in Firefly a few years ago.

[fleming]

Thank you Trinity, glad you liked it. Am a fan of hers too but from Mad men, its a brilliant show.

This is actually her second appearance in my work, she was also in a very small role in the last Gavin story as the russian smuggler Gavin was forced to kill by shoving a switchblade in her gut.

[Gordie]

More great work
I love the image of the women in fancy gowns and makeup being stabbed and strangled. You've created a facinating and detailed world for these characters

[fleming]

Thank you very much Gordie you greatly flatter me, its great to hear you liked it.

[fleming]

Chapter 4. Here we go again.


Backstage of the enormous Grand hall, like all directors on opening night, Georgio was pacing the floors nervously, his 46th cigarette of the day lit in his hand, his head filled with worries.
Unlike most directors his concerns had nothing to do with the show or what the audience would think of it, he knew he was a genius and the show was a triumph and he could care less what the audience though.
What worried him was what was keeping Eve and even more so what sort of mayhem Kate Badmington was causing.
There was a good chance that they had killed each other, their hatred for one another had been a trouble from day one and Georgio frequently fantasied about firing Kate but she was the best writer on Broadway and he couldn't afford to lose her.
He made a mental note to pay off her shrink to double her medication, her moodswings were getting to be uncontrolable and he wanted to spare Eve any more trouble with her.
The other thing that worried Georgio was that he had decided to leave his wife Gilda for Eve and he was going to tell her that night after the premire and he wasn't looking forward to it.
He thought of Gilda sitting there in the audience with his two daughters Jean and Emma, she was so supportive of him and her daughters had taken her in so happily even though she was only a couple of years older than they were and it broke his heart to think off how much he was about to hurt them all but he had no choice, he loved Eve with his whole heart like no other woman before.
He glanced at his gold watch and realized that the curtain was up in less than ten minutes and he cursed under his breath in italian.

Georgio looked across the stage at the loveliest girl he had ever know in his life, Michelle, his personal assistant.
Hard as Georgio tried, he couldn't imagine a more beautiful young woman than her, she embodied all that he felt represented true natural beauty and innocence.
Her alluring slender build shined through the strapless black gown she adorned, her pert breasts were beautifully displayed and the material of the gown fell against her firm buttocks and her magnificent legs.
The diamond crusted black open toed pumps with the six inch heels and the diamond necklace dangling from her neck lent her a sense of glamour.
Her smile was that of angels and her silky black hair, radiant brown eyes and soft cheeks only further convinced him that she was the most beautiful girl he'd seen and for Georgio that was saying something as he had known most of the world great beauty's over the last thirty years.
She was the daughter of Georgio's oldest and dearest friend and he had hired her so that she could support herself though collage.
He had only hired her as a favor to his friend but she had swiftly proven herself more than worthy of the job and it quickly became clear that she was the most dedicated and hard working person he had ever know and he had grown very fond of her.
He did find himself desire her greatly and if it hadn't been for his love for Eve and his promise to Michelle's father, no power on earth would have stopped him from acting on his feelings.
Georgio pushed his feelings aside and walked over to her, he needed her help.

Michelle...
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... was in the middle of telling off Dita Staro, the star of the show, for having misplaced the baret she was suppost to wear in the opening dance number.
It amused Georgio to see the young and rather inexperianced Michelle going off on one of the worlds biggest stars and she actually seemed to be putting the diva in her place who did not look happy at all.
Dita was a woman of great beauty and even greater lust, there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't be rendered utterly defensless by her exotic hispanic charms, least of all when she was dressed as seductivly as she was at that moment in full costume, a pair of lace underwear, dark stockings, high heels and a open cashmere sweater.
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Dita was notoriously difficult to deal with or control but her talents and the amount of people she attracted made her a valuble asset but luckily Georgio was one of the few men who she played nice for as they shared a history.
Georgio had been the one to discover her when she was an unknown actress fresh of a plane from some small town in Brazil.
It was her beauty that had caught his attention but it was her raw talent and strong presance that won him over and it wasn't long until she had risen to the status she now held and they had been close ever since, so close in fact that Georgio was one of only a handful of people to know that she was a lesbian and that she was having a hush hush affair with her talent agent, Jane Doyle one of Manhattan's showbiz's most powerful women, despite being married to the linebacker of the Boston Isatopes.
Dita's sexuality was the reason she and him had never slept together or so Georgio choose to believe, the idea of her not being interested in him if she were straight never even entered his mind.
And right now, he lamented it as the look of her in that linguire was so inviting that he even found himself wondering if she'd go for him if he agreed to dress up as a woman.
An angry shout from Dita snapped him out of his thoughts and he remembered where he was.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Telling me, Dita Staro, what to do, you silly little girl."
Dita shouted at Michelle.

"Don't even try your diva nonsense with me lady. You're expected to be a professional who doesn't go around misplacing parts of your costumes just before show."
Michelle shouted back, holding her ground.

"Oh Georgio darling will you set this silly girl straight."
Dita demanded as she noticed that he had walked up to them.

Both women stared him down, awaiting him to weigh in when a stagehand came running with the missing beret and Dita snatched it from his hand and put it on without so much as a thank you or even a nod.
She glared at Michelle, her eyes hateful.
Georgio sighed with relief over not having to get involved and made a mental note of giving that stagehand a nice bonus.

"Satisfied?"
Dita spat out arrogantly.

"If you get to your place before the curtain goes up then yes I will be."
Michelle replied with a cheeky tone that really pissed Dita off.

Dita let out a snort of contempt and strutted off to her place, with every man's eyes on her scandly clad buttocks as she went and Michelle couldn't hold back her pride and smiled wide.
Georgio let out a laugh, reminded of how special she was.

"Well done Michelle."
Georgio said pleased.

Michelle's smile widened and her cheeks turned red, she had been secretly madly in love with him ever since their first meeting and his approval was everything to her.

"Just doing my job."
She said, doing her best to conseal her smile.

"Do you know what's keeping Eve and Kate?"
Georgio asked, steering things to more pressing matters.

"Umm, no but I sent Clarissa to check on them and make sure they would be here in time."
Michelle explained.

Clarissa was Georgio second assistant and sadly her talents and devotion to the job were far beneath Michelle's.
In fact he had only hired her because of her talents in the bedroom, that woman could do thing swith her tongue that he still couldn't believe.

"Well you go too and see what's keeping them. I don't trust Clarissa to handle it if there's a some complication."
Georgio said.

"Of course, right away.
Michelle said.

She handed her clipboard to a nearby stage hand and rushed off towards the dressing rooms, eager to once again prove herself to him.
Georgio had a bad feeling that something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.



Clarissa was a young woman of astounding beauty and even greater sexual allure as the reactions of all the stagehands, extra's and just about every man she passed on her way through the dressing rooms on towards Eve's office.
She loved the attention that she got from men, it was like a drug to her and she rarely ever dressed without highlighting her spectacular body and on a night like tonight, she wasn't about to break that habit.
The extremly snug silk blouse she wore had been intentionally choosen as it was a size too small and her ample breasts were all but flooding out of the more than genarously revealing cleavage.
Her thigh high black skirt fell againt her body like a glove and it wasn't hard to guess that hse wasn't wearing anything underneath it, it was so tightly pressed up against her body that any undergarment she would have worn would have left a clear imprint.
The mouthwatering long and slender legs were drapped in dark stockings and her feet adorned with black heels that clicked as they came into contact with the floor.
Clarissa...
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... brushed a lock of her long auburn hair from her face and winked at one of the back-up dancers, a handsome, rugged man with dark skin and jet black hair.
She had choosen the man she intended to privilage with her company at the afterparty and then if he played his cards right, he might just get the honor of being invited to her bed that night.
The man winked back and smiled such a smile that she felt her knees wobble a bit.

"Who am I kidding, I am going to f**k his brains out tonight."
She thought to herself with antisipation.

As she got closer to Eve's office, less and less people she met, most of them were on stage anyway or getting ready and the offices were all but deserted.
She stopped by Eve's door and knocked on it.
From the corner by the fire exit, Eve's murderer stood shielded from Clarissa's view by a prop closet that had been left there by mistake.
Clarissa's sudden arrival had her pinned and she knew that she couldn't afford to be discovered there, her plans depended on her ability to manover freely and fast.
She pulled the small .22 caliber pistol with a short silencer attached that she kept in a holster strapped to her thigh and quietly moved from her cover, her heels not making a sound on the floor.

"Eve, are you in there? Georgio is looking for you."
Clarissa called through the door.

There was no reply so she knocked again.
Still there was no answer or sign of any life in the office.
Clarissa sighed and considered leaving but she knew that Georgio would not be happy with her returning without having searched everywhere so she grabbed the door knob and turned it.
The door was unlocked which surprised her, Eve never left it unlocked unless she was in there.
She slowly opened the door and and peeked inside.
She gasped in shock as she saw Eve's lifeless, strangled body spread-eagled on the floor, her painfilled eyes gazing up at her, the bloated tongue dangling out from between her sensual lips.

"Oh f***ing hell, what the..."
Clarissa muttered as she backed away from the door in fear.

"Evening Clarissa."
A voice said behind her.

Clarissa was startled and spun around to face her.
She knew the woman well and sighed with relief.

"Dear what is it?"
She asked with mock concern.

"It...its..Ev...Eve..s..sh...she..'s..dead."
Clarissa stammered unaware of the danger she faced.

"Oh that, I know that. I ought to, I killed the bitch."
The woman said indifferent.

The next thing Clarissa knew she heard a faint pop and felt a searing pain in her lower gut as something small and hard ripped into her.

"Hhhhuuurrrgggghhhh...."
She gasped painfully as she felt her balance fail and she took a wobbly step backwards away from the woman, just barely managing to keep herself from collapsing.

Clarissa didn't understand what had just happened to her and she looked down at her belly and saw the tiny little hole in her blouse just below where her bellybutton was.
A dark stain was growing around the hole and a small stream of blood tricked out of it.
Clarissa gasped frightened as she realized that she had been shot.
Her eyes shot wide open from the mixture of agonizing pain and the shock of having just been shot.
She looked up at the woman who stood there with her smoking pistol aimed at Clarissa, her lips shaped in a wide grin.
Clarissa was at a was lost for words, she though this woman was her friend and she didn't understand why she was doing this to her.

"..Wh...y..?"
Clarissa sighed.

The woman's eyes narrowed and she let her pistol do the talking instead of her lips.

"Arrrggghhh..."
Clarissa gasped horribly as the second bullet torn into her belly, obliterating her bellybutton.

She was pulled backwards but again she stayed on her feet.
Her pretty face whinched from the pain and she clapped her hands over her mortal wounds.
She felt the pain rush up her body from the wounds in her gut and her legs shivered as she fought to keep herself upright.
Warm blood oozed from the wounds that the woman's bullets had left in her gut and she pressed her hands harder over them trying desperatly to keep her blood confined to her body and not her 800 dollar Prada blouse.
She knew it was not working when she felt her warm blood running down her thighs, staining her pantyhose.
A tear fell from her eye as she looked at the woman she had thought was her friend devistated and whinched in pain as a new wave of pain moved through her like electricity through water.
It made no difference how hard Clarissa pressed down on her wound, the blood still escaped through her fingers and dripped off of them.
The woman knew there was no need to shoot again and elected not to finish Clarissa off with a mercy shot, mercy was for the weak and besides she rather enjoyed watching Clarissa squirm like that on her feet and she lowered the pistol.

Finally Clarissa's balance faultered as she tried pointlessly to stagger away from her killer and she swayed to the left, her heels scratching the floor as her dance of death carried her towards the wall.
She slammed into the wall, grabbing onto it in an effort to hold herself upright but the pain was too great and her legs too tired to hold her anymore.
She started to slide down it, her stomach pressing into the wall, leaving a gruesome smear of rouge as she sank to the floor, her hands dragging behind along the wall, desperate to hold on, her grip slipping from the blood on her fingers.
Clarissa came down hard on her knees and slumped to her side and lay still, writhing curled up against the blood-stained wall in agony and moaning loudly.
The woman took a step closer towards the dying assistant and wonder if she should pop one in her head before her moans brought the entire theater staff down upon her.
She raised the pistol and her finger began to squeeze the trigger when she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall and she changed her mind and rushed down the side hallway that led to the wardrobe and make up area and disappeared through it.


Michelle was so distracted thinking about all everything she had to do that she barely noticed Clarissa lying on the floor curled up in the fetal position, clutching her bleeding gut and she nearly tripped over her as she turned the corner.
Michelle let out a horrified gasp at the sight of Clarissa and rushed beside her.

"Oh no Clarissa."
She sighed as she rolled the dying girl on her back and took her in her arms.

Michelle whinched when she saw the full extent of Clarissa's wounds, she had never seen so much blood.
Clarissa's breathing was raggid and uneven, she was nearly gone.

"H..he..lp..m..me..e.. It's...s..o..pai..nf...ffu..l.."
Clarissa begged.

Most of the color had drained from her face as she was swiftly bleeding out.
Michelle pressed her hand over Clarissa's bleeding gut, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.
Clarissa's tearfilled eyes stared up at Michelle with such fear and pain in them and she grabbed the hand that Michelle pressed on her stomach and and squeezed it hard.
Blood flooded out of her mouth as she gasped from breath.
More pain rode though her body as she shook angushed in Michelle's arms, the heel fell of her right as her feet kicked on the floor.
Her breasts heaved weakly as her last breaths were drawn.

"Clarissa, what happened?"
Michelle asked with tears in her eyes.

"Errghh...ggg..gi..rrrggghhhh..."
Clarissa tried to speak as more blood gushed from between her lips and trickled down her chin and neck.

Michelle felt Clarissa's hand relax and stop squeezing hers.
Clarissa's still hand slide off of her stomach and slumped on the ground beside her.
Her feet twitched once on the floor before falling still.
Her head fell back off Michelle's hand and rolled to the side.
The only movement in her body was the blood seeping out of the twin holes in her belly.
The eyes that had been so full of beauty and life were empty and stared unfocused into the air.
She was dead.

"Clarissa? Clarissa, you hear me? Clarissa?"
Michelle asked stunned as she shook her dead body.

"Oh f**k. Oh no."
Michelle sighed as she felt sick to her stomach over what had happened.

She laid Clarissa's body down on the floor and moved away, feeling barely able to stand upright.
She looked down at her hands, stained in Clarissa's blood and she wanted to scream.
Unable to look at Clarissa anymore, she turned and saw that the door to Eve's office wa sopen and she rushed to it, hoping to find Eve there.

"Eve, I nee...oh."
She sighed and looked away as she saw Eve's garroted body lying on the floor of her office.

"What the f**k is going on?"
Michelle asked herself shocked as she stumbled out of the office again.



Georgio was fidgeting with his lighter, the unlit cigarette waited impatiantly between his lips.
His nerves were getting the best of him, the curtain had just risen and there was still no sign of Eve or Kate or either one of his assistants for that matter.
This meant hell to pay, he was going to give someone an earful.
He gave up on his empty lighter and hurrled it at the wall and spit the cigarette out of his mouth and trampled it with his 2000 dollar loafers.

"I see those anger management tapes I got you are really paying off."
Gilda said amused at her husband's display with the lighter.

Georgio looked up to see his wife walking towards him and for a second he forgot all their troubles and he had a hard time remembering why he about to leave her for another woman. She looked ravishing.
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With her was his younger daughter Emma, the linguire model, he smiled at the sight of her, she reminded him so much of his late wife, her spitting image.
Of his two daughters Emma was his favorite, he had never really seen eye to eye with Jean, in fact tonight was the first time he had met Jean for months.
There was a darling smile on Emma's face.
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"My love, why are you here. I though you were watching in the audience with Jean?"
Georgio was surprised by their sudden appearance backstage.

"Yes but you and Kate didn't give the opening address you were planning on so we thought we'd see what was what."
Gilda replied.

"Oh well there's some situation with Kate again so you know."
Georgio sighed.

"Again oh dad, you really need to stop working with her, she's f***ing nuts."
Emma said with resentment.

"Hey language young lady."
Georgio said harshly, he disliked it when she cursed, he felt it was unbecoming of her.

Just then he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and he answered it.

"Georgio, its Michelle, I..I think you better come to...Eve's office."
Michelle sounded upset, which alarmed him.

"Why what is this about? What's wrong? Tell me."
Georgio demanded.

"Just come here now."
Michelle demanded before hanging up.

"f**k."
Georgio muttered under his breath.

"What is it my love?"
Gilda asked concerned by the look on her husbands face.

"I..don't know?"
Georgio replied alarmed.



Georgio didn't know what to expect as he hurried down the hallway towards Eve's office with his wife in tow.
He wasn't sure what was wrong and he knew that his wife's help might be indispensible but he had asked Emma to join her older sister in the audience, he had a feeling that whatever they were about to face, he prefered to keep her out of it.
He came to a sudden stop as he turned the corner by Eve's office and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor from the shock.
A second later Gilda caught up with him and when she saw what he was looking at she gasped and took a step back in horror, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes staring with disbelieve at Clarissa's lifeless body sprawled out on the middle of the floor.
The young girl's painfilled eyes stared up at her, the agonised expression eched on her pretty face showed the immense pain in which she had died
She lay with her hands spread out and her right leg lying straigh out while her left was bent outward at the knee.
The shoe had fallen from Clarissa's right foot and lay besides the pantyhose clad foot it had slipped off and the other dangled off of the tip of her toes, desperatly clinging onto her.
Gilda could see her and Georgio's reflection in the pool of blood that had collected next to her on the floor.
The entire bottom part of her blouse and much of her skirt were soaked through from the blood that still oozed from the two small holes in her gut and a stream of it streached down both her cheeks from her wide open mouth.

Michelle sat on the floor with her back pressed against the wall, hugging her legs with her chin resting on her knees as she stared unfocused at Clarissa's corpse with tears running down her cheek.
Georgio spotted that her hands were soaked in blood and she seemed devistated.
He took another look at Clarissa's body and sighed, it was such a terrible waist seeing someone so young and beautiful dead like that.
He racked his brain, trying to figure out what had happened.
Michelle looked up as he approched her and bent down to her.
She smiled weakly at the sight of him and reached out to wrap her arms around him, his very presance calmed her down.
Georgio held her firmly, comforting her.

"Michelle, that the hell happened? Who did this to Clarissa?"
He asked firmly.

"I...didn't see. I came around the corner and she ju...ust fell into my arms. I saw no one else. I don't know how killed them."
Michelle said honestly as more tears ran down her cheek.

"Its okay we'll ju...them? What do you mean them?"
Georgio asked confused.

Michelle stared into his face, unable to say the words and instead she just pointed at the open door of Eve's office.
A cold shudder moved through his body as it dawned on him who Michelle was talking about and without a word, he let go of her and rushed to the door, ignoring his wife who tried to get his attention.

"Georgio where are you going?"
Gilda asked.

The moment Georgio stepped into Eve's office and saw her lifeless body sprawled out on the floor, he felt his heart crack.
He was a realisitic man and he had no delusions that he could do anything for her, it was painfully clear that she was dead.
The tongue dangling out of her mouth, the color drained face and the way her blood shoot eyes were staring up at him made it crystal clear to him.
As he stood there staring at her helplessly his hand shook at his side and he felt a pain he had never known before.
He wanted to scream, to cry, smash the furniture in anger but all he did was stare at her calmly, his wife was right there and he couldn't let on just how devistated he really was.
He instead bent down on one knee beside her and untangled the cord from around her neck so he could appear to check her pulse, he just wanted an excuse to touch her one last time.
He felt a tear run down his cheek as he gently ran his hand across her cheek, she was still warm, he couldn't believe that just thirty minutes ago he had made love to her on the very floor she now lay dead on.
The taste of her lips was still on his and the last words she ever said to him, echoed in his mind.
"Go, I'll be right behind you."
If only he had waited for her.
He reached out and closed her eyes, he couldn't bare to have her dead eyes staring at him like that.

"Oh no."
Gilda said behind him from the doorway as she saw Eve's strangled corpse.

"Is she..?"
Gilda asked.

"She's dead."
Georgio said with a heavy heart without looking at her, he didn't want her to see his tear.

Georgio stealhly wiped it away as Gilda moved closer.
He then looked up at his wife and saw the genuine saddness in her eyes and he wondered if she felt the same way if she had known about Eve's affair with him.
He doubted it.

"Who could have done this?"
Gilda asked shellshocked.

Georgio was about to tell her he had no idea when he spotted the small digital tape recorder tha had been stuffed into Eve's ample cleavage and he hesitintly pulled it out.
The small note on it saying PLAY ME GEORGIO angered him, he felt that he was being taunted.

"What does that mean?"
Gilda asked concerned as she saw what the note said.

Michelle appeared in the doorway and she flinched at the sight of Eve's body.
It didn't matter how many times she saw it, it never got any easier.

"Only one way to find out."
Georgio said as he pressed play.



Me and Christina had been sitting there talking and flirting for what seemed like forever and I never wanted it to end.
She was one of the most amazing women I had ever met and I so wanted to know her better.
Everything about her drove me wild.
The way she laughed at my stupid little quips, the way she pouted her lips after each sip of her drink, I was spellbound by her.
I longed to put my hand on her waist, pull her off her stool and kiss her but self control got the better of me...for now anyway.
A few more drinks and I might just surrender myself to my desires.
An awkward silence came over us and for a moment we just looked at each other.
I didn't know weither to take the chance and kiss her or hold back.
There was something in her eyes that told me that she wanted me to kiss her as much as I did but for some reason I hesitated.
Tired of my lack of action, Christina leaned closer to me and ran her hand up my thigh.
I leaned closer to her, meeting her halfway.
Our faces were only inches from each other.

"So Gavin Monore, you going to kiss me or not?"
She asked with a playful smile on her lips.

I was about to do just that when Christina's cell phone buzzed loudly as she receaved a text and she pulled away to check it, the moment was gone.
The message was short.
WE HAVE A PROBLEM. MEET ME BACKSTAGE ASAP.
She looked the text over quickly, giving nothing away to its contense in her expression and stood up from her stool.
I wondered who it was from and what it said.

"I'm sorry but I need to go right now but I do hope we'll see each other later. I won't be too long, I think."
She explained with an apologetic look on her face.

"I'll look forward to it."
I said, hiding my disappointment from her.

She smiled as she leaned towards me and kissed me on the cheek.
I felt my heart rate increase signifigantly as she did and I let her Chanel perfume fill my nostril's.

"Call that a downpayment for later."
She said before she turned and walked off.

I was sorry to see her go but the prospect of meeting her again put a smile on my face.
Suddenly I heard my own name said outloud."

"Mr. Gavin Monroe?"
A woman's voice asked.

I turned in the stool to see a stunning young blonde that I instantly recognized as the one that Vicky had pointed out to me earlier as the big shot director's wife on the red carpet.
She was standing next to me, a concerned expression on her face.

"Yes."
I replied curious as to what she wanted.

"My name is Gilda Gorgonzola. Its a pleasure to meet a detective as renounded as yourself."
She said politly as she offered her hand.

Her flattery was blatantly insincear and false but the fact that she felt compelled to give it, intrigued me.
What could she want with me?
I took her hand and shook it.
It was abovious that something was troubling her, she was uneasy, nervous even.

"What can I do for you miss Gorgonzola?"
I asked unsure if I wanted to know.

"Some nasty business has come up and we desperatly need your help."
Gilda explained.

"What sort of nasty business is this?"
I asked, my curiousity awakened.

"The kind that's right up your alley. Murder."
Gilda said dead serious.

I didn't like the sound of that one bit.

"Murder? Someone's been killed? Here? Tonight?"
I wasn't expecting that at all.

"Two actually. Both women. It happened backstage."
Gilda said.

"Why me? Why not just call the police?"
I felt I was raising a valid point.

"There are certain complication's that make that impossible. You'll understand once you've heard the tape the killer left. It even mentions your name. I assure you that the stakes are great and the circumstances dire Mr. Monroe."
The concern in Gilda's voice betrayed the image of calm she was trying to maintain.

This couldn't lead to anything good but I saw no other option that to see what was what.
After all I couldn't ignore a double murder and that tape she talked about that mentioned my name, that I needed to hear.

"Will you help us?"
She asked hopeful.

I nodded and stood up from my stool after I had drunk my drink down in one gulp.

"Lead the way."
I declared.

Relief washed over her and she shot off with me in tow.
What had I just gotten myself into.
I just hoped I wouldn't end up regretting this.
I already had enough regrets to last me three lifetimes.

"Here we go again."
I muttered to myself.


Chapter 4. The trouble with being Gavin Monroe.
Coming soon.

[Thrill Killer]

Great writting on the detail on the Clarissa shooting. Your getting kind of good at those gut shootings. T.K.

[Bambinonero]

Hm... wonder what the tape says about Gavin... Very exciting story

[fleming]

Thank you both guys, glad you liked it.

Thrill: Well I try, glad it hit the spot.

BN: Happy to hear you think its exciting and as for the message on the tape, not really sure myself yet. Will think of something cool, hopefully.

[Britney Girl]

"Arrrggghhh..."
Clarissa gasped horribly as the second bullet torn into her belly, obliterating her bellybutton. By this point i was in love with one of our best belly deaths of all time! Loved it oh so much!

I am so glad i have entered the story and you write me oh so well, and you used a good pic too! Hahaha i guess, better than some of them, lol, thanks for letting me be a part and writing me so well in the process.

Really cant wait for the next installment!

BMP
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[fleming]

Oh wow Britney thank you so much, thrilled you liked it. Always means a lot coming from you.

I am so happy to hear you feel I write you so well, you bring it out in me I guess and its I who should thank you for being apart of it.
And by the way its impossible for any picture of you to be anything less than stunning.

Hope you'll enjoy the next one as much.

JOÞ

[Britney Girl]

Aw!!! Yes, your welcome, i cant help but love how well you write her, its so much like me. Michelle is an amazing character i just DONT WANNA DIE now, lol.

Great story cant wait to see what happens next! :)
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[Thrill Killer]

And when your time comes as I'm sure it will I just hope it's to your and my liking. If you know what I mean, as I'm sure you do, as well as the author. T.K.

[fleming]

Again Britney I am just so happy to hear that you feel that way, and I'll do my best to make sure you're happy with the rest of the story.

And Thrill, we'll just have to see what happens. To quote Lawrence of Arabia, nothing is written.

Jóhann.

[fleming]

Chapter 5. The trouble with being Gavin Monroe.



I had seen so many beautiful women lying lifeless before me lately that it was beginning to feel like a normal part of my week.
It occurred to me that perhaps I needed to make a few lifestyle changes, I had had my fill with death and I didn't know how many more of these poor women I could take seeing like that but the trouble with being Gavin Monroe was that wherever I went I seemed to stumble into these situations, it was starting to feel absurd.
I leaned down beside the body of the poor unfortunate girl that had been on the receiving end of not one but two bullets to the gut, now that's just plain mean.
Her beautiful face was a picture of agony and her white blouse soaked in her blood.
I reached out and gently lifted the hand that rested on top of her wounds to get a better look at them.
Her skin still warm, she had only been dead a short while.
I carefully undid the two bottom buttons of her blouse and revealed her bare belly.
Blood was still oozing from the two small holes in her gut.
The shell casing of one of the bullets that had killed her lay on the floor next to her.
I picked it up with a piece of paper I conveniently had in my pocket.

I looked up from the dead girl and at the people around me, for a crime scene that was supposed to be kept hush,hush it was awfully crowded.
Gilda...
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...the director's wife who had brought me here backstage was standing behind me, staring at me intently waiting for me to speak.
Her husband the legendary italian theater director, Georgio Gorgonzola, who was old enough to be her father was pacing the in a circle, his hands covering his face.
His two daughters, Jean the fashion designer...
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... and Emma...
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... the linguire model had also arrived backstage shortly before I got there.
It wasn't too hard to read the Gorgonzola's, I got the sense that they were more concerned by the fact that this might make for bad press rather then the fact that a beautiful young woman had met a terrible and painful end or at least that was my impression of the women, Georgio I wasn't as sure about.
I could tell that he was genuinely upset about something but somehow I didn't think it was the death of his second assistant that had his panty's in a bunch, not by the way he had glanced at her body every now and then without any real reaction.
Jean was fiddling with her lighter trying to light her unfiltered Marlboro, I had to admire her courage.
But the person whom I was most intrigued by was this Michelle...
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...the director's other assistant, her I couldn't quite read as she sat up against the wall, hugging her legs with tears running down her face.
Emma who was clearly close to her, had bent down beside her and had her arm around her, comforting her.

"What was her name?"
I asked, referring to the body.

"Um, Clarissa. Why do you ask, does that tell you something?"
Georgio replied, snapping out of his trance.

Clearly he was hoping I had all the answers they needed after one look at the body.
Even I didn't have an ego big enough to think I was capable of such masterful deduction.

"Yes, it tells me what her name was."
I replied dryly.

Georgio's face turned red with embarrassment and his wife rolled her eyes, no doubt lamenting her choices in life.
I noticed that Michelle however cracked a smile that she nevertheless tried to conceal.
I liked her instantly.
I moved over to her and bent down in front of her.
Her hands were stained with the victim's blood and shaking.
I reached out and took her hand.
The shaking slowed and she looked up at me with a weak smile, she was putting on a brave front.

She had a very sweet, almost innocent way about her and she was as beautiful and alluring as they come.
Gilda had told me that she was the one who discovered the bodies and she was clearly upset by it, which was understandable but still there was this calmness about her that had me puzzled.
Either she knew more than she let on or she had very strong nerves.
I hoped it was the latter.
I could feel her dark eyes taking me in.

"Michelle. My name's Gavin. I´m a private detective."
I said softly.

"Yes I know that Mr Monroe. I've been here this whole time while you did your thing."
She pointed out slightly amused, putting me in my place.

Jean and Emma both laughed at Michelle's reply, I couldn't blame them.

"Yes, of course you were. Sorry. Can you tell me what happened?"
I asked with my face almost as red as Georgio's had been a minute ago.

The smile faded from Michelle's face and I saw the angst in her eyes.

"Oh it was horrible. I came looking for Eve and as I turned the corner, Clarissa just lay there... bleeding. There was so much blood. She... begged me to help her and I tried but I..I j..ust.. couldn't. I couldn't."
She looked away from me and more tears ran down her cheeks.
Emma pulled her tighter towards her and whispered words of comfort in her ears.

"Shhh there, there. Its over."
Emma whispered.

I wish that I could have believed her but I had a feeling it was just starting.

"I'm sorry but I just need to know..."
I began, feeling rotten about having to press the poor girl when I was interrupted.

"Why don't you leave her alone, you damn private dick. Can't you see she's not ready to talk."
Jean shouted outraged.

She had given up on her lighter and she threw it in the wall as hard as she could, smashing it.

"Jean. Behave yourself and show Mr Monroe some respect. He's hear to help."
Georgio said angrily.

"Its alright Mr Gorgonzola. I have nothing more to ask Michelle for now."
I said, breaking up a potential argument that would end up bringing nothing but trouble to my investigation.

That shut them both up but Jean was still seething with anger.
I wondered what her deal was.

"Where's the other body?"
I added, changing the subject.

"She's right there."
Gilda answered as she pointed to the open office at the end of the hall, a few steps from where Clarissa lay on the hallway floor.

I have to admit that I got a rather big shock when I looked through the open door and saw that it was Eve lying there strangled, even though I shouldn't have been surprised.
Eve had struck me as the kind of woman that had people all over town lining up to strangle her but it was still a pity, she was such a beautiful woman.

"I believe you knew her."
Gilda enquired.

"Yes, I knew her."
I replied.

I knew this would upset Vicky a great deal, she and Eve had been close friends.
As awkward and painful it would be for both of us, I knew I was going to have to get Vicky involved in this but first there was one thing I needed to hear.

"You mentioned a tape recorder with a message?"
I was most curious to hear this message, since it featured my name.

"Umm, y..yes.. here."
Georgio said uneasily as he pulled said tape recorder from his jacket pocket and handed it to me.

As he did, I spotted his gaze move down over Eve's dead body and I saw the pain in his eyes as he looked down on her.
Now I knew what he was so upset about.

"Who's heard it so far?"
I asked.

"Just the five of us and I think you'll agree that we should keep it that way once you've heard it for yourself."
Jean said firmly, I hadn't even noticed her moving towards the office.

"We'll see."
I replied in the same firm tone.

Her beautiful brown eyes narrowed and she looked at me with the utmost dislike.
I returned the look and she walked away from me and joined her younger sister at Michelle's side.
There was something about her that I just didn't like.

"Before you play the tape, Is there anything you can tell us Mr Monroe?"
Gilda asked.

"Well from what I can tell and what Michelle told me, its clear that Eve was the intended target and Clarissa most likely just walked into the wrong hallway at the wrong time but I still don't know why you say that calling the police isn't an option. They need to be involved."
I stated.

"You'll understand once you've heard the tape recording."
Gilda explained with a grim expression.

I had a nasty suspicion that she was right about that.

"Anything else"
Georgio asked.

"Your killer was most definitely a woman."
I declared.

Gilda and Georgio looked at each other with a curious expression while Emma and Michelle looked up at me, waiting to hear more.
Only Jean didn't seem not to react at all to the news.
I wondered why that was.
Somehow I got the feeling this was no news for any of them.

"What makes you say that Mr Monroe?"
Gilda asked with great interest.

"This."
I said as I held up the shell casing I had picked up earlier.

"What's that?"
Emma asked clueless.

"This is a .22 caliber shell casing from a Beretta 21 Bobcat, a small handgun used almost exclusively by women due to its small size and limited firing power. The wounds on the victim are consistant with this casing and no man would ever use such a ladylike gun, that I am certain off."
I had to admit, I was enjoyed showing of my detective skills in this Hercule Poirot like manner.

"Are you sure?"
Gilda asked.

"Positive, we men are always confusing our guns with our dicks, the bigger the better. Case in point."
I said as I lifted up my jacket to reveal my trusty Colt resting under my arm pit in the shoulder holster.

"But all of you already knew that it was a woman. How?"
I asked firmly.

"Play the tape Mr Monroe. You'll find out."
Gilda replied.

I drew a deep breath and pressed play.
A scrambled, computer altered voice sounded out.
All I could make out was that it was a woman's voice.

"Hello Georgio. Tonights the big night isn't it? The night when all of this city's elite citizen's flock to see your latest triumphant show but they'll get a bigger bang for their buck than they barganed for. I've placed fifty pounds of C-4 charges somewhere in the theater and its set to go off at the same time as the curtain falls on your last ever show."
A devious, slightly cartoonish villian laughter followed that last bit, a bit over the top If you ask me.

I did not like the sound of that. Not one little bit.
I was no expert but I knew that fifty pounds of C-4 was enough to turn this whole place into a smoking crater.

"When does the curtain fall?"
I quickly asked Gilda.

"Umm, quarter to midnight."
She replied uneasily.

I glanced at my watch, that was roughly 90 minutes away.

"But that's not all, in the intrest of fair sportsmanship, I am going to give you a chance to find it before it goes off. And seeing as how the famous detective Gavin Monroe has decided to grace us with his presance tonight, I think it only fair to invite him to lead the hunt for you. Becasue lets face it Georgio, if I left it up to you it wouldn't really be much of a race now would it? You couldn't find a way to stop me if I gave you a map, a bomb disposal robot and a guide."
Another bout of laughter that reminded me of the evil stepmother from Snow white followed.

I felt like I was trapped inside a bad remake of Speed.
Luckily my detecting is better than Keanu Reeves acting.

"Before we start, I do have a couple of rules, no outside help is allowed and no one is allowed to leave the theater and I mean everyone. I don't give a sh*t if its a sick kid or you Georgio. No one leaves and trust me I'll be watching... and if you think I´m bluffing just look at Eve over there. She'll back me up. Good luck Mr Monroe, I'll enjoy to see how you do and remember that I've got my finger poised over the detinator if you or anyone deviates from the rules. Ciao."
The message ended.

"damn I need a cigarette."
I thought to myself.

"Well that explains why you didn't call the police."
I stated the obvious.

I looked around me to try and judge the reaction the tape's message was having on those around me. I had a gut feeling that one or more of them knew more than they were leading on.
If this bomb was in fact real which I sadly suspected was the case, the killer or maniac as I had upgrated her status to, had to either have had inside help or worse, she was on the inside herself.
This much was certain as the killer needed to have access to the backstage area and dressing rooms.
Hell I would never have made it past security if Gilda hadn't been escorting me personally.
The message on the tape confirmed this, it had been recorded just before it was left on Eve's body as it mentioned me specifically so it had to have been someone that knew I was attending, which basically left the people around me and well Vicky and Nina but neither of them had access backstage or any seeming connection to the production.

Georgio seemed to be a broken shell of a man over everything that had happened, I could tell that Eve had been very dear to him and I was willing to bet that the success of the show was no less important to him.
This was obviously an attack directed at him in an effort to ruin him in every way Eve being murdered to present the message underlined that.
The killer obviously knew about Eve and Georgio's relasionship so I guessed she had to be close to him.
Emma and Michelle were both clearly frightened and Gilda was as well, although she was doing a better job of keeping her nerves under wraps.
Jean had won the fight against her lighter and was sucking down a lungful of the poison from her cigarette, she had the right idea.
I just couldn't tell if she was nervous or indifferent.
I wondered what each of their motives could possibly be for wanting to ruin Georgio so much that they'd even be willing to endanger the lives of a few hundred innocents... well as innocent as politicians and blue bloods are anyway.
Another thing that puzzled me was how does a person get their hands on so much C-4 and not to mention the knowledge to use it properly.

Gilda seemed like an obvious choice, the trouphy wife feeling jilted by her husbands affair, seems plausible but then again I had yet to see anything from her to convince me that she was anything else than a supportive wife and her nerves seemed genuine enough.
Jean had definitly raised a red flag, Vicky had told me that she and the family had had a falling out and so far she had been giving off attitude in a big way but that meant nothing in itself, for all I knew she was just a bitch or perhaps it was just her way to cope with the situation.
Emma didn't strike me as the type at all and as far as I could tell, she was very much on the up and up and to be honest, she didn't strike me as someone with the brains or balls to something like this at all.
Michelle was genuinly in shock over having discovered Clarissa's body and unless she was a better actress than Meryl Streep and Katherine Hepurn put together, she wasn't in on anything and besides I just had this feeling about her, something told me that there was something special about her, she was someone I should trust.
But how well could I relay on my instincts when it came to deciding which beautiful woman I could trust and who I couldn't, my terrible mistake with Julia still stung like a m*therf**ker.
Then there was off course that usher, Christina.
She knew I was there, who I was and she definitly had access to everything but I liked her, I liked her alot so I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt for now.
sh*t, I hoped I wasn't making a huge mistake by doing that.

"How can we know that she's not bluffing about the bomb? How can we know that she'll make good on her threat or that there's even a bomb?"
Gergio asked angerly, breaking my consentration.

"We just have to assume that her threat is real and besides I believe her. If she's willing to kill two women just to deliver this message I'd bet on her being crazy enough to rig this place to blow."
I replied.

"Can't we just run out the front door as fast as we can before the bomb goes off?"
Emma contributed her two cents.

"Definitly not mastermind material."
I thought to myself.

Even Jean rolled her eyes over her younger sisters less than stellar suggestion.
Emma seemed embarressed and quietly withdrew back to the wall she had been sitting up against.
Michelle took her hand, reassuring her.

"That wouldn't be very fair to the rest of the people in the audience now would it?"
I replied dryly.

"Shouldn't we try and find the bomb. We could split up and search this whole place."
Michelle asked, breaking her silence.

"There are far too many places it could be hidden in a place this big. It could be in a bag somewhere or perhaps under the stage or in the rafters. It would take hours at best. Our best bet is to find this woman or anyone who may be in league with her."
I stated.

"And just how do you suggest we go about doing that?"
Georgio asked upset.

"Well the killer chose Eve for a reason to be her "messanger" and that reason is what we need to figure out as it wil lmost likely lead us to her identidy. If I can backtrace Eve's movements from the time she arrived tonight until she was strangled, I may be able to get some answers."
I stated.

As I suspected Georgio's eyes shot open with concern and a beat of sweat ran down his face.
It was the confirmation I needed of his affair with Eve and judging by the glances the two sisters and Gilda shared, I wasn't the only one who had put two and two together.

"So can anyone tell me where she was last scene before Michelle here discovered her lying here in her office with an electrical cord wrapped around her neck?W
I asked.

"Kate. Kate Badminton. Eve was on her way to get her."
Michelle said.

"She's the shows writer. A brilliant woman but a damn loon as well. Monstrously difficult to deal with."
Gilda finished Michelle's though, negating my need to ask who the hell Kate Badminton was.

"Eve was the only one who could handle her at all and she was going to get her and make sure she was ready for the show for the opening speech with Georgio."
Gilda continued.

"But she didn't show so I guess that means Eve was killed before she could collect her."
Georgio added with a heavy heart.

It was clear he was in torment over Eve's death.
I couldn't help put feel for the guy, I knew all too well how he felt.

"Okay I need to speak to this Badminton woman. She might know something."
I announced.

"Her dressing room is on the other side of the stage. I'll take you there."
Michelle offered as she stood up from the floor.

"No, you've been through enough Michelle. Jean can show Mr Monroe the way."
Gilda objected.

Jean sighed frustrated over the idea of having to spend time with me and I shared her sentiment.

"Fine I'll do it."
She said unhappy.

"No I said I'd do it and I'll do it. I want to help. I want to see the bitch that did this to Clarissa and Eve go down as much as the rest of you."
Michelle stated firmly.

I couldn't help but smile at her determination, she was something else.

"They can both show me. I may need some more help."
I decided.

Michelle smiled, happy she got her point across and Jean mearly shrugged her shoulders.

"What about us?"
Gilda asked.

"You make sure that no one else finds out what's going on. If words come sout about murders or worse the bomb, the crowd will panic and try to leave and that may set this psycho off."
I replied with authority.

Gilda and Georgio both nodded, they had called upon me to deal with this and they were going to do as I said, which pleased me.
That would make this whole thing go smoother.
I knew that I needed some real help if I was to solve this thing and stop the bomb before it went off and spoiled everyones evening.
Suddenly I remembered Nina, Vicky's police friend that we had met in the lobby earlier.
Vicky had said she was dependable and right now I would have settled for a librarian so a cop was ideal and it wasn't breaking the rules the madwoman had left, Nina wasn't outside help she was inside already.
All I had too do was to get hold of her without racing suspicion.
I looked over at Emma who was standing there looking like she didn't know what to do with herself and I got an idea.

"Emma, do you mind doing me a favor?"
I asked.



Emma was waiting impatiantly in the lobby when the doors of the great hall sprung open and the crowd spilled out as the audience members who were most hard up for a drink rushed to the bar for their intermission cocktails.
It was nearly impossible for Emma to spot Nina in the crowd but Gavin's description of her had been quite thorough so she kept her eyes peeled, searching for the young beauty with cascading blond locks and wearing a short gray dress.
Finally after about a minute, a striking young woman that fit the description Gavin had given of Nina emerged from the grand hall.
She turned many heads as she broke off from the crowd and made for the entrance.

Nina...
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... fumbled around in her purse and pulled out a pack of smokes and slipped one of the cigarettes between her lips.
She was nearly at the entrance when Emma caught up with her.

"I´m sorry but is your name Nina?"
Emma asked politly.

"Yes."
Nina replied in a pleasant manner.

"And you're a policewoman?"
Emma added.

"Yes. Do I know you? You do seem familiar."
Nina asked as she looked at Emma curiously.

"No but we have a mutual aquintance. Gavin Monroe."
Emma replied.

"Gavin? What about him."
Nina asked, her full attention now belonging to Emma.

"He desperatly needs your help right away backstage."
Emma said with a grim expression, underlining the seriousness of the situation.

"All right lead on."
Nina said firmly as she threw her unlit cigarette away.



I had decided that I needed to get Vicky involved and as Michelle and Jean led me down the hallway towards this Badminton's ladies dressing room, I was trying to reach her on my phone but she wasn't picking up.
I couldn't really blame her, not after the way I had treated her earlier.
I tried calling again but all I got was her voice mail.

"damn it Vicky. Where are you?"
I asked frustrated.

"How are you trying to call?"
Michelle asked as she moved beside me.

"Vicky, she's my...umm..friend."
I clumsily replied.

"I see. And why are you trying to reach this "friend" of yours?"
Michelle asked amused, seeing right through me.

I definitly liked her, there was something so special about her.

"She's a police captain right here in Manhattan and she's someone who can help us."
I explained.

"But the rules on the message clearly banned any outside help?"
Michelle pointed out.

"f**k that sick bitch and her f***ing rules."
I said indifferent.

Instead of reacting badly to this attitude of mine as I expected her to, Michelle smiled and even laughed.

"Yeah F her and her F-in rules all the F-in way."
She said.

"F her and her F-in rules?"
I asked amused.

"Yeah, I don't care much for cursing. Seems childish."
Michelle explained unapologetically.

"Well f**k me."
I replied even more amused.

Again she laughed rather than react badly.
Yep, this Michelle was definitly my kind of girl.
I couldn't help admire her strength.

"Hey you two if you are done swapping your life stories, we're here."
Jean said annoyed as she stopped in front of the door with the name Badminton painted on the glass part of the door.

I shot her a go to hell glance and she returned it with a f**k you a**hole glare.
The words GENIUS AT WORK, DISTURBERS OF PEACE WILL BE GLAWED TO DEATH had been written on the glass in lipstick below the name.
This Badminton woman was clearly an intersting woman.

"What the hell kind of a writer gets her own dressing room?"
I asked baffled.

"Kate's..well she's a bit..."
Michelle began.

"Out of her f***ing mind."
Jean finished matter of factly.

Michelle couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"I see."
I said, suddenly reminded of my mother.

Michelle knocked on the door while me and Jean hatefully stared at each other.
There was no reply.

"Kate. Its me Michelle. I've got Jean with me and a detective too. Open up."
Michelle called through the door.

Again there was no answer.
Jean sighed impatiantly and banged her fist hard on the door.

"Open the f***ing door youself obsessed loon or I'll kick it in. We've got a serious problem going on."
Jean shouted through the door.

I had a bad feeling about this, something just felt off in some way.

"We don't have time for this crap."
I said as I drew my Colt.

I pushed Jean out of the way and kicked the door open.

"Oh sh*t."
I declared outloud as I looked inside the room.

Jean's mouth fell open.

"Oh no."
Michelle gasped before looking away.

She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest.
I put my arm around her, trying to comfort her as my eyes scanned the dressing room, reading the situation.
Jean swept in and took Michelle off my hands, and into her own arms so I could take a closer look as neither of them wanted to enter the room which I thought was understandable.
I placed the Colt back under my armpit and stepped over the threshold into the dressing room.

The body of a very beautiful brunette woman in her mid to late thirties wearing a black top and fishnet stockings lay spread out face down on the floor with a nasty looking bullethole in the dead center of her forehead.
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I assumed this was Kate Badminton.
Her eyes were wide open and glazed over with a haunting stare, indicating the severe brain trauma she had received.
I bent down beside her and carefully lifted her hand up off the floor, it was ice cold.
She had been dead for at least an hour and a half if not two, which meant she died before Eve and Clarissa did.

I moved over to the other body, that of a younger woman with short black hair.
She lay slumped out on the table she had been sitting at when she was shot with her head resting on her right arm.
Her eyes stared blankly at me but othewise she seemed peaceful.
She had been shot in the heart at close range and I could deduce she had died instantly from the low amount of blood on her breast.
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=gmvy3mmyt2n&thumb=5
I touched her neck out of old habit and felt she was equally cold as Ms Badminton was.

"Its Susana, Kate's assistant."
Jean said from the doorway, answering what I was wondering about.

I nodded and turned back to the bodies.

"Well their not going to be much help to us."
I stated.

I couldn't see it but I imagined that Jean was shooting me a dirty look.
Besides the smell of gunpowder, there was also a strong arouma of a very specific and pleasing perfume but it didn't belong to either of the victims.
The scent was very familar to me but I just couldn't place it.
I noticed the two shell casings lying on the floor near me and I picked one up with a pen I got from the table Susana was having her final rest on and looked at it closely.
It was a different caliber than the bullets that killed Clarissa, bigger, more powerful.
I moved a little closer to the door, looked the scene over again and pictured the shooter standing just about where I standing.
A silencer had been used for sure and both women had been taken off guard.
The door had not been forced open and this showed no sign of the clumsiness or viciousness displayed in the other two murders.
This had all the signs of a professional hit.

"Ah sh*t."
I thought, we were dealing with more than one killer and at least one of them was a real pro.



Emma led Nina through an deserted and narrow walkway behind the backstage section for a shortcut to the Eve's office where Georgio and Gilda waited to fill Nina in on what the situation was.
Emma walked in front of Nina who was still racking her brain trying to remember why Emma seemed so familar.
She was also very curious as to why Gavin needed her help.
What could be up that's so serious?
This walkway ws used for storage of unused equipment and certain props and they were surrounded by large wooden crates that stored lights when they were not used and thick ropes dangled down from the catwalks above every few feet.
There was even a very large plexiglass mirror that was used to create all sorts of lighting effects on stage lying out on the floor at a certain section.
It was littered by dusty footprints and had clearly not been used for some time.
The only thing that seperated Emma and Nina from the dozens of stagehands and extra's who were setting up for the big musical number that kicked off the second act of the play was a large handpainted backround screen the size of the entire stage.
They could hear them working and the chaos caused by having to do it all in the absense of the director, producer, writer or any of the main assistants.

"Where the hell is everybody? Where's Georgio?"
Someone called out annoyed.

"f**k should I know but I'd like to know wherethat daughter of his Emma is. Wouldn't mind spending some quality time with her. Did you see the new Victoria's secret spread she did last month. f**k I'd give my right nut for a night with that one."
A stagehand replied loudly.

A howl of laughter from the other stagehands followed and Emma couldn't help but grin, she loved the effect she had on men, the power it gave her over them.
It was the real reason she had become a model much more than the fame or the perks that came with the job, it really was the power that she crawed.
Without either of their knowledge, Emma and Nina were being watched by Christina who hid in the shadown of one of the larger crates with her silenced pistol in hand.
http://chucktv.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=25465&fullsize=1

"Hey you're Emma Gorgonzola, the famous linguire model. This is your fathers show. We've met, at the fashion week a couple of years ago."
Nina said to Emma, pleased she had finally remembered where she knew her from after the stagehands comment had jogged her memory.

"Is that true? I don't remember you, sorry."
Emma replied pleasantly without looking back at Nina.

"Oh no that's fine. I used to model myself but I gave it up to join the force."
Nina said laughing at how absurd the notion of a model turning cop really was.

"I know your stepmom Gilda, we go way back. She was the one who invited me tonight."
Nina added.

"Oh wow, small world."
Emma said.

As they drew closer to her, Christina cocked her pistol and moved further back in the shadow.
The high heels under Emma and Nina's shoes clicked on the wooden planks they walked on as the got ever closer to the danger that lurked in the shadow in front of them.

"So what's going on. Mind filling me in?"
Nina asked as she kept her eyes on the floor beneath her feet, making sure she wouldn't step on something especiall unpleasant like a rusty nail or a rat.

"Well apparently there's a madwoman loose in here, killing people and planting bomb's."
Emma said matter of factly.

"Are you serious?"
Nina was shocked at this news.

"Pretty sure. Seeing as how I´m the madwoman in question."
Emma said dryly with a grin.

"What?"
Nina stopped in her tracks confused.

Suddenly Emma spun around and thrust the switchblade she had removed from her purse without Nina noticing deep into Nina's belly.

"Hhhhuuuurrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh....."
Nina gasped in agonized surprise.

Her eyes widened as far as they could from the pain and her mouth gaped open as she involintarily arched forward as Emma forced the blade deeper into her guts.
Nina dropped her pruse that held her pistol and grabbed hold of Emma's wrist, trying to pull it away from her gut but her strength was already leaving her and Emma's hand didn't budge.
Her green eyes were filled with pain and sorrow as she stared at Emma's cold, indifferent face, the question of why she was doing this to her burning on her lips.
Emma's eyes moved down Nina's body, gesturing her eyes to follow along.
Nina gasped with saddness as she saw that the blade was buried deep inside her an inch below her bellybutton.
A stream of blood was trickling down her gray dress fro the wound and a large wet dark stain was growing around it as the fabric of her dress absorbed the blood seeping from her wound.
She could feel warm streams of something flowing down her bare thighs from under her dress and she was half relieved when she saw that it was blood running down her leg, at least she hadn't wet herself.
She moaned weakly from the horrible buring pain and her face whinched from it.
Being a cop and knowing more than any person would want about wounds like these, Nina knew that the blade had most likely sliced deep into her bladder and that she was well beyond any help, she knew she was dying and it was going to be painful.
Nina raised her head up from the gruesome display of her ruined gut and looked her killer in the eye.

"..W....h..hhy?....aaahhhhh...."
She moaned in pain.

"To keep you from being a problem."
Emma replied matter of factly.

She then shoved the switchblade deeper into the poor young policewoman at an upward angle with such force and brutality that she was pulled up to the tippy toes of her Prada heels.

"HHhhhuuuuuuuuhhhh....aaarrrgghhh...."
Nina's painful gasp was overflowing with agony.

Emma's shove of the switchblade had driven it up to the hilt into Nina's guts.
Nina's eyes watered as the pain rode through her like a bolt of lightning and her feet wriggled on the floor.
With a sadistic smile on her face, Emma twisted the blade a quarter circle in the wound, forcing it open and slicing up more of poor Nina's intrails.
Blood spilled from Nina's full lips and dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her heaving cleavage.
More blood gushed from her devestated belly and flowed down her dress and legs.
Emma looked into Nina's painstricken, horrified eyes a moment, drinking in what it all looked like before she yanked the blade out of her without any care or consideration for how painful such a move was to Nina.
Nina fell back down on her heels and nearly keeled forward but she somehow kept herself from doing so.
Her hands grabbed her bleeding belly and pressed down on it as hard as she could as she staggered sideways, her balance failing.

She knew that she needed to just get out of there, to tell someone what had happened.
If only she could live long enough to see Gavin and warn him but as she tried to stagger to the door, she fell against the wall on her right and nearly slide down to the floor but she held onto the wall, she knew if she went down on the floor she'd never get back up.
Her left heel slipped off her bare foot as she pulled herself up the wall.
She re-gripped her belly but it was no use, the blood only seeped through her fingers, taunting her by making her helplessness so clear.
She gagged on the taste of her blood and spit as much of it out as she could but as soon as she did, her mouth filled up again with more.
Knowing that she was finished and without hope, Nina looked at Emma who stood there with an amused expression on her face and rage filled her.
She pushed herself away from the wall and staggered towards Emma to attacker her but the strength in her legs betrayed her and she collapsed right into Emma's arms who grabbed her with her left hand and shoved the blade back into her with the right one, directly into her bellybutton, slicing it apart.

"Aaarrgghhh...."
Nina moaned as she felt the cold blade inside her a second time.

For a second the two women stared into each others eyes before Nina's legs gave in and she started sliding down Emma's firmly toned body, their eyes never letting go of one another.

"..b..bi..tch...aahhhhhh...."
Nina moaned with her last breaths.

Her hands tried to hold onto Emma's shoulders but she lacked the strength and they followed her, sliding down Emma's superb breasts, almost squeezing them.
Emma's switchblade slipped out of her gut as she came down on her knees on the wooden planks and her hands fell down at her sides.
Nina slumped down on her side at Emma's feet and weakly held her bleeding belly with her left hand as she writhed in agony on the floor as the life drained out of her.
After a few moments she sighed weakly and her body relaxed.
The hand fell away from her belly and she rolled limp onto her stomach and lay still.
Her soft cheek lay pressed against the wooden plank, her hollow eyes staring blank at Emma's wildly expencive black heels.
She was dead.

As she cleaned the blood from her switchblade with a piece of cloth she pulled from her handbag, Emma looked down on Nina's lifeless body lying facedown in the puddle of blood that was quickly growing underneath her on the floor and it occured to her that after the horrible, violent act she had just commited, she should feel something, some emotion like guilt...remorse...doubt...joy...anything but the truth was she felt absolutly nothing at all one way or the other.
She could see her own reflection in Nina's blood as it spread out on the floor.
Christina who had watched the whole thing quietly stepped out from her cover and approched Emma, the silenced pistol in her hand now uncocked and dangling at her side.
Emma looked at her as she heard Christina's heels on the wooden planks behind her.

"So there you are? I was beginning to worry about you."
Emma said calmly.

"I've been waiting here for over a half an hour for you to show up since you sent me that text to meet you here."
Christina was noticably annoyed.

"And who the f**k is that anyway? What's going on?"
She added referring to Nina's dead body.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Christina but I was unavoidably detained. And to answer your other question, she's Gavin Monroe's cop buddy that just so happened to be here tonight thanks to my darling stepmother."
Emma explained.

"What? I thought that Vicky Lawrence was the only cop with him tonight."
Christina said surprised.

"Well, it looks like we missed her but luckily I was in a position to intercept her and lead her here so I could deal with her before she became a problem. Something that should really have been your job but that's fine, I don't mind pulling my own weight. She was just here as a coincidence. Too bad for her."
Emma said indifferently.

She looked down on Nina's dead body again, watching the blood that flowed under her, run under Nina's cheek that lay pressed to the floor and consume locks of her blond hair that lay scattered on the floor beside her body.

"Can I count on that you've set the C-4 charges without any problems and that we're good to go."
Emma asked as she turned and looked Christina in the eyes.

"Of course. Its why you hired me, isn't it? Just press the detinator I gave you earlier and disco."
Christina said with confidence.

"What was it you needed to see me about anyway. I thought you wanted me to keep a close eye on Monroe and make sure he doesn't get too close to finding out what you're planning?"
Christina asked.

"Don't worry about him for now. There's a much more pressing problem to deal with. That bitch Joanna is having doubts and I don't trust her anymore. I need you to get to her and silence her before she does something stupid like telling Monroe where the bomb's located."
Emma said firmly.

Christina nodded, she agreed that this situation needed to be dealt with.
Emma slipped the toe of her black heel underneath Nina's body and kicked her over.
Nina's body rolled over onto her back, her arms and legs as limp as those of a ragdoll.
The entire front of her gray dress was soaked in blood as were her breasts and half of her face and parts of her hair.
Her eyes stared up at her killer and the breathtaking blond assassin, lifeless as a dolls eyes.

"Jeez, she was a bleeder, wasn't she. There must not be a drop left in her."
Emma remarked impressed.

"What do you expect, you half gutted the poor girl."
Christina replied dryly, she saw nothing impressive or funny about any of it.

Suddenly they heard the heavy door on the other side of the walkway pulled open and the destinct sound of high heels on the wooden planks.
They both turned around to see a stunning and sensationally sexy latino woman wearing a very becoming white corset with gray lace patterns embroided on it, flesh-colored stockings and opened toed silvery heels with straps.
The woman who looked to be in her early thirty's was so occupied fiddling with her long, brown hair and whatever she was muttering to herself that she had not even noticed that anyone else was even in there.
Her skin was olive, her lips full and sensual and the eyes that burned with her latino passion were a shade darker than her skin.
Her spectacularly sexy and curvy body was barely contained within the corset and it seemed that all it would take was for her to streach a little and her breast would come flowing out of it.
This was Sophia.
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"You know her?"
Christina asked Emma.

"No but she looks like one of the dancers in the show."
Emma said with mild amusment.

They shared a look, the both knew what had to happen now as there was no way for them to stop her from seeing Nina's body, poor Sophia had accidently walked into her doom.
Christina's first instinct was to hide her pistol behind her back so that Sophia wouldn't spot it until she was close enough for Christina to get her without incident.
Emma could hardly contain her excitment over what was about to happen.
Sophia was startled when she looked up and saw that she wasn't alone in the narrow walkway.
She stopped dead in her tracks and said something that sounded like cursing to herself in spanish.

"I´m sorry, you really startled me. I take this shortcut all the time from the dressing room to the stage and I didn't think anyone else ever came here."
Sophia explained embaressed by her muttering, her spanish accent was thick and as sensual as the rest of her.

"Oh don't worry about it. We're not really suppost to be here either. Which is really too bad for you."
Emma replied.

Sophia was confused by what Emma had said but when her eyes found the bloody body of Nina lying behind the two women it suddenly made sense and terror washed over her.
Christina was about to raise the pistol into view when Emma reached out and snatched it from her hand.

"Let me."
She said with a smile.

Sophia's dark eyes widened in fear and her breathing intensified as she saw the pistol and she raised her hand in protest.

"No.. wait please, I...I won't tell...any..one..."
She stammered frightened.

"I know you won't."
Emma said confidently before she squeezed the trigger.

"Aaarrgghhhh..."
Sophia gasped as she felt the tiny hot piece of lead rip into her juicy left breast.

Blood squirted out in the air from the breast as the bullet forced itself into it.
Her beautiful face winched in pain and she bit her lip.
Her hands flew up above her head as the shot spun her around and she staggered half hazardly right ontop of the large plexiglass mirror on the floor and into a long piece of rope that dangled from the catwalk above.
Emma smiled as she enjoyed the last dance preformance Sophia would ever give.
Sophia fell against the rope and her hands grabbed hold of it as she tried despertly to hold herself upright.
Her head fell forward as she could no longer raise it and she saw her own reflection in the mirror she stood on and she moaned as she saw the small but devistating hole in her left breast just above the corset.
A few drops of blood fell from the wound and dripped onto the mirror, striking her reflection's forehead.
Sophia's strength deserted her and she slowly slide down the rope, her hands trying pointlessly to hold onto the rope.
Finally she came down on her knees, lingered for a moment and then she slumped down on her side, tangled up in the rope.
A single trickle of blood ran down from the wound, tickling her breast.
Her stocking clad legs lay one ontop of the other.
Blood forced itself from her mouth an flowed down the right side of her mouth and her left hand that still held onto the rope lost its grip and brushed against her cheek before falling down on the floor.
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=wmlwajzcj2m&thumb=6 (Thanks to Thrill Killer for yet another outstanding manip)

Sophia's bleeding bosom heaved weakly as she gasped her last breaths.
She could see the young brunette lowering the silenced pistol that she had shoot her with and tilt her head sideways to look Sophia in the eyes.
There was a grin on the woman's face that brought a tear to Sophia's eye.
How could this woman be grinning at her, what had she done to deserve this?
Her breathing slowed and she felt herself slipping away and getting numb.
Perhpas that was a good thing she thought, she no longer felt the searing pain in her breast.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her own face reflected in the mirror it lay up against and she sighed her last breath.

"Eeeehhhhhhh......."
Sophia was dead.

There was a wide smile on Emma's face when she handed the smoking pistol back to Christina.

"Thanks for the loan."
She said pleased.

"You're welcome."
Christina's reply didn't go easy on the sarcasam.

"I'll go get the dancer, you figure out where to stash the bodies."
Emma said.

Emma moved over to where Sophia's dead body lay tangled in the rope onto of the mirror.
Her eyes were half closed and staring unfocused at nothing in particular.
Emma reached down and hooked her hands under Sophia's armpits and pulled her limp corpse over to a large wooden crate that Christina had just pried open with a crowbar she found on the floor.
Sophia's heels both slipped off her stocking clad toes as they dragged along on the floor.
Together Christina and Emma hauled Sophia's body into the luckily empty crate.
The crate perfectly held Sophia's body once they had bent her legs as far back as they could, placing her in a very uncomfortable position but Sophia couldn't complain, she was far too dead.
Then they grabbed hold of Nina's corpse and stuffed her ontop of Sophia's.

These are just piling up, aren't they?
Emma said amused as she looked down on Nina and Sophia's bodies tangled in a macabre embrace inside the crate.

Christina looked at Emma disapproving, she was disgusted by her twisted nature.
Emma's smile faded as she saw the way Christina was looking at her.

"Don't you have a job to do?"
Emma spat out bitterly.

"I suppose I do."
Christina nodded and started to walk away.

"And when that deceitful bitch is dead, I want you back on Monroe. Make sure he doesn't get too clever."
Emma called after her before she slammed the crate shut.




Once I had seen all I needed to see in Badminton's dressing room I walked out into the hall where Jean and Michelle waited for me and I closed the door behind me.
Michelle was notisably bothered by all this and I was starting to see that so was Jean.

"Now what do we do?"
Michelle asked.

I was about to answer when I spotted a ravishing raven hair'd young beauty with olive skin standing by a door marked private.
She was wearing a very alluring white cocktail dress adorned with rose patterns that was appropriatly snug in all the right places.
It was clear to me that she was in some distress judging by the alarmed expression on her face and she was trying to signal me with her hand.
http://www.jordana-brewster.net/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=4919&fullsize=1 (Special guest star Jordana Brewster as Joanna).
I nudged Michelle and got her to casually look over at the young woman.

"You see that woman in the white dress over there?"
I asked quietly.

Jean turned her head towards her as well, curious about who I was talking about.
Michelle looked the woman over before turning back to me.

"Yes that's Joanna, she's Georgio's dance choreographer but why she's not in the audience I don't know."
Michelle replied.

"She's trying to signal me. maybe she's got something to say so why don't you two go back and join up with Georgio and the others. I´m sure that Emma's located Nina by now. Brief her on what's going on and I'll be there as soon as I've seen what's this Joanna wants."
I explained.

Jean thankfully nodded without protest but Michelle seemed unpleased by my plan.

"How do you know its safe? I'll come with you."
Michelle said.

"No, go back with Jean and I'll met you all shortly."
I said firmly.

"I know this whole place alot better than you do and besides you're not the boss of me so be quiet and follow me."
Michelle said even firmer before she strutted off in Joanna's direction.

I was flabergasted but impressed all at once.

"Is she always this way?"
I asked Jean.

"Worse, much worse."
Jean replied dryly.

"I'll go find the others and tell them what's what. Don't take too long, we're on a fixed schedule if you can remember that."
Jean added.

She then walked off in the opposide direction without another word.
As much of a cunt as she was, I did revel in the sight of her walking away, her body was a work of art and in that skimpy getup it looked even more spectacular.
I shook my head and caught up with the headstrong Michelle.
In truth I was glad to have her with me.
As we approched Joanna, she ducted into the door marked private leaving it open, signalling us to follow her in.

"That leads backstage."
Michelle explained.

I wasn't sure following her was the best idea but what else were we suppost to do.
I unsnapped my shoulder holster so I could draw my Colt quickly and me and Michelle walked through the door.
This would be my first time backstage anywhere since I rushed the stage of a Wham concert in my youth.
Should be more fun this time, at least there odds of me getting slapped by George Michael again was very slim.


Chapter 6. A painful discovery.
Coming soon.

[Thrill Killer]

OUTSTANDING......now am I allowed one small question? What became of the knife after it's second thrust into Nina's belly button? Was it left there or did her killer remove it???? Or did I just miss that small detail????

T.K.

[Britney Girl]

Absolutely fantastic! The best read yet think, its such a story, so much more than just a fetish story, i felt like i was at the movies the whole time, the revealing that the killer was a woman, the interactions between characters, its all so grand! Cant wait for more!


Nina's death was by far one of the best belly stabbings I've read, Lady Aquitaine couldn't have bested Emma i dont think ;) Wonderfully written and just so amazing to read, hated to see it come to an end! So excited for more!!! You get to writing!
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"Please!! Dont Shoot Me!!!" BANG... Ugh...

[fleming]

Thank you T.K. Very glad you liked it, I definitly thought of you as I wrote it.

Now as to your question and by the way you can always ask anything, whenever.
I meant to include a line where she slides off the knife as she fell to the floor but I simply forgot it sadly but thanks for reminding me and I've inserted the line as well as one about Emma cleaning the knife.

I do have sort of checklists for these sorts of scenes that I make up before writing it so I won't forget anything I want to do in each scene but this slipped my mind this time so thanks again.

Your friend
Jóhann.

[fleming]

Britney, well wow thank you so much for that comment. Just absolutly thrilled you liked it so much, means alot to me
I´m really just speechless and deeply flattered but your mad if you think that anyone's got anything on Aleira.

I am sepcially touched that you feel its a real story, that's what I've always tried to do so it means alot to hear you say that.

As for Nina's death, well my aim was really to both display Emma's complete insanity and cold bloodedness and to give my readers who are keen on such death something special.
Seems I've succeeded.

Don't worry, there's plenty more of cool thing sto come and I've also got the next Gavin adventure all planned out.

Your friend
Jóhann.

[piptheface]

Bloody brilliant..one of you're very best chapters
Loved the way you gave us another chance to see Thrill's work at it's best. Then the stabbing of Nina.
I love the way you describe your killings. If only I could do it that good
Plunging the blade in a second time was a superb idea. Then we come to Sophia. One of my favourites as you know. The classic left breast shot. Another wonderful manip to go with it. Plus what a great picture. The description was again spot on.
Finally thanks for bringing Jordana in for a cameo. She is well up my list at the moment.
Realy can't wait for more..and jessica to come as well...I think I'm in heaven...great work
Your friend
Phil.
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[fleming]

Oh thanks so much my friend, really happy you liked it so and I am flattered as hell by your kind words.
Nice to hear you like the way I do the killings and reassuring too as I always feel I am just doing the same one over and over again so I do try and slip in as many new things as I can or spice it up or give it more color and its good that its working.

Sophia's one of my favs too and she was meant to have a bigger role but after some changes it just felt crowded so I downgraded her to a cameo, really only to keep her in and to be able to use the brilliant manip Thrill did.

Its my pleasure to add Jordana, after I found that photoshoot, I knew I had too, she looks so good in it and fits the part so well.
I do think you won't be disappointed by what happens to her.
And as for Jessica, well I've got plans for her I hope you'll like.

Thanks again my friend for the compliments, they mean alot.

[joseph]

After some pause in reading your stories (I must confess that actually I preferred the ones with Vesper than with James Bond)- I looked again at them and found another great series from you with Gavin Monroe!!! That's again what I like the most - many fem vs fem (my favourite ones!!!) scenes, many great characters (some of them really BAD and evil!!!! - or at least bitchy - I like it!!!) and descriptions ( - I like the pics, but I think that NOTHING can replace proper description in the written stories!!!), many great demise scenes (hmmm... from this story as for now I LOVE Vicki's character (NYPD captain!!!) and the strangling scene in her Mercedes - only hope, she'll take "some part" in the next parts of the story when Gavin or somebody else will find her (did he???)... Yes - that's really great story and hope that the next chapters will be available soon, after way shorter pause than the last one - wink!
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[fleming]

Thank you very much Joseph, its great that you like it and to hear from you again.
The Gavin series are my favorite of my own and I love doing them, got a 4th planned after this third one is finished.
Still got some way to go on this one though.

Glad you liked my old Vesper series but I personally feel they are far lesser stories than newer ones and Bond as well but that you like them is so nice to hear. They were my start so I like hearing it.

If you like evil women, you'll get your fill in this one later.
I agree that nothing can replace the description but for me the photos are invaluble as the thrill for me is the actresses and I can't identify as well with a character that's not represented by a photo for some reason. Whenever I read something here that does not have a photo or an actress to play the character I need to assign one in my head justso I can read it, can't picture women realistically in my head for some reason, I´m too full faces I already know.

Glad you liked Vicky and her end and no worries, her body will come to view and have an affect on the plot or at least Gavin himself.

The next chapter will be up sooner than later I hope but I still gotta finish the suburban story and a short one I am working on first, then it all Gavin.

Again so glad you like it.