I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies
Emery slept in my arms, her arms draped across my chest, filling me with emotions I didn’t deserve to feel. Probably still weak from the blood loss, she didn’t wake when Kym knocked on the door at midnight or when I carefully moved her head to get up to answer it.
Irresistible and tough as nails, Kym cut right to the chase. “Who’s the whore?” That’s one reason Shirley volunteered her to help me. Kym rocked the hooker look herself, wearing a shiny red tube top, tiny black skirt and spiked heels. Some sort of Asian, pitch-black hair shined down her back, contrasting with her porcelain skin. I wasn’t prejudice or ignorant, I just didn’t know in what country her blood originated. It never mattered. She had an all-American accent with a slight southern drawl. “Seriously, Johnny, what the fuck?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I hadn’t thought this far ahead. Kym cocked her hip to the side, staring me down. I set her straight. “This is my job, she’s helping me. Nuff said. Now, where’s Rosie?”
She shrugged. “Figured you called her off in favor of this whore.”
“Nope, I don’t call either of you, off, or otherwise.”
Kym stomped her foot. “Bitch must have chickened out. Fuck! He comes, and I don’t have another girl with me, he’s not going to send his guard away. I’ve been fucking this prick for a year, he trusts me.”
Amun really likes Kym, she’s his favorite lady of the evening, and I’m sure Shirley was paying her well to lead him to me. We’d planned to have another girl here for tomorrow night so Kym could have an alibi once I disappeared. Rosie had volunteered to frame her ex-boyfriend for the murder. I was supposed to wait in the next room tomorrow night, checked in under Charles Hall, Rosie’s ex.’s name.
“Looks like we need a new plan.”
“You want to wait? Find another fall guy?”
I shook my head. All my plans had gone out the window, but with Emery’s fifty grand in reach, I couldn’t wait. I’d have to do it the dirty way.
“You’ll just have to hide in my room. We’ll have to get rid of the body the old fashioned way.” Kym advised what I was thinking.
“What about you? They’ll come looking for you.” I didn’t really care about Kym, but I had to know why she would risk it.
“Shirley’ll put me up. Hide me.” She rocked on her heels. “I’m fixin’ to prospect.”
“Oh yeah?” I rubbed my chin. Shirley hadn’t told me Kym had any real ties to her.
“Mr. Amun thinks he’s coming to my room for two girls, all night. He calls his guard off at midnight, usually, if he’s having a good enough time to be staying all night.” Kym reached in her top and pulled out a bag of cocaine that had been were her tits should have been, explaining, “He’s old school. Your girl better be good, or this may not be enough.”
I nodded. It was settled. “Better take this.” Against my better judgment, I handed her a bag that held my gun and a suppressor. She gave me her key card.
“See you later.” Kym left. I’d be meeting her at her hotel, her and Amun’s usual meeting place.
I woke up Emery. “Get dressed.”
Groggily, she yawned and stretched. “Where’s my clothes?”
“Shit, I threw them out, burned them actually.” I scrubbed my hand over my face. My plan was going to hell in a hand basket.
“So what do you suggest I dress in?”
We’d be sneaking in anyway, trying to avoid the cameras. I took a button up shirt from my bag and threw it to her, it would come down to her knees. “You won’t be wearing that for long.”
“I’m showering. It’s nonnegotiable.”
“Hurry.” I packed up. Leaving my card in the hotel room and said goodbye to my most recent home. Earlier I’d put a sign on the door at the bar saying it was closed for renovations. Afterwards I called the few employees, telling them we wouldn’t be opening tonight and they’d be paid for their time off. They wouldn’t be, and I wouldn’t be back.
Emery slipped into the passenger side of Johnny Steven’s truck. “Where are we going?”
I lit a cigarette and cracked the window. “To a much nicer hotel. I have a job. I need your help. That was the deal.”
Emery didn’t say anything for a long time, and I took her silence as quiet resolve.
“Don’t call me Scar tonight or tomorrow. Kym, the lady we’re meeting, knows me as Johnny.”
“Is that your real name?”
“Hell No!” I laughed. “Kym’s client is Harrow Amun. You remember reading about him?”