Well he will be when I get my hands around his throat, Jackie thought. Then the lights in her head snapped on, and she whispered, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul?” This old bag knows a lot more than she is letting on.
“Listen,” Jack said, “I’d love to stay and chat over a cup of tea with you all, but I’ve got places to be.” He began to walk towards the next roof over, hoping he could somehow make an escape without being noticed by the police downstairs.
“You’re not going anywhere until I find out what the hell you were doing here tonight,” Jackie said is a most unlady-like bark.
He kept walking.
She tried to bluff, “Take another step and I’ll blow your brains out.”
Jack lifted the middle finger of his right hand as he kept walking towards the next building.
Good God, Jackie thought, a man with balls as big as mine. How long had she waited for someone like him. How long had she put up with that whimpering ex, praying he would somehow grow a pair. And true to form, when he finally did, he went completely overboard. But this man, Jack, was something else, someone who was a match for her. She wasn’t about to let go of that. She took three quick paces and fell into step behind him.
“You’re not shaking me until I know everything,” Jackie said.
Harriet pulled a Glock from her handbag, snapped the safety off. “Hold it right there, both of you.” When they both ignored her, she fired a round into the roof, just two feet in front of Jack.
Jack jerked back and turned. Jackie could only follow his lead.
Harriet said, “Now that I have your attention, there are a few things I need to know in order to ensure that the money Jackie’s mother raised is handed over to the women’s shelter. You might not think twenty-three-million dollars is worth fighting for, but I can assure you I do. And let me also say, unlike Jackie, I don’t bluff. If I don’t get what I came for, they will carry all of you off this roof on gurneys.
Twenty-three million? Christ, Jackie thought, can this night get any more bizarre?
Go on to Episode 11
Alan Chin writes gay fiction. Visit him at http://alanchin.net