Mike Faricy: Bombshell

Heidi had sort of crawled into a half fetal position, face forward, head and shoulders on the bed, ass up in the air, skirt gathered somewhere above her waist. She was unconsciously smacking her lips. Under any other circumstances I would have enjoyed myself.

“Emma, if you want to leave, just go, I give you my word I won’t call the police, I promise.”

“Won’t call the police? Have you any idea how badly you’ve fucked up the party? I thought that finger in with all your bits and pieces and paint cans would have sealed it, but you managed to make a right proper bollocks of that, you and that straight arsed bastard, Jimmy McNaughton. The two of you got each and every one of those stupid cows turned against me. Didn’t you?’

As she talked her eyes took on a particular glint that I didn’t find all that comforting. She was back to waving the pistol around, again. She seemed to be getting more agitated, breathing heavily, her face rising in color. She wiped some spittle from her lips with the sleeve of the rain coat.

“Just go, I give you my word, I won’t call anyone. Honest.”

“Your word, bloody hell, your fecking word. Oh, that’s rich,” she laughed.

I wasn’t finding anything funny.

“Climb up on that bed, next to Miss Perfect Bum, there” she waved the pistol, a little more forcefully than before, “fucking move, you plonker,” she screamed.

I climbed up onto the bed alongside Heidi.

“Wrap one of those cords around your legs, come on move, do it,” she yelled.

Heidi, smacked her lips, turned her head and gave a little sigh.

I quickly began to wrap the cord around my ankles.

“You better make it tight, so help me, you don’t and the bird gets it. I’m not fooling you,” she said, then ran her pistol over the curve of Heidi’s rear, never taking her eyes off me.

Heidi moved, swayed slightly from side to side, then moaned softly.

I concentrated on wrapping the cord tightly around my ankles, glanced for half a second at Emma, then began to pull the ends tight and tie a knot.

“For God’s sake, she even likes it,” Emma said, as Heidi gave another moan. She stepped back, pointed the pistol at me then slapped Heidi hard, very hard, across her exposed rear. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin cracked through the air.

Heidi exploded, screamed, spun round on the bed and in one fluid motion smashed a crashing fist into Emma, catching her just beneath the chin.

Emma’s lower jaw snapped closed with an audible clack of her teeth, her eyes rolled up into her head and she dropped like a lead weight to the floor.

Heidi sat still for a moment, not really seeing anything as she lurched from side to side, then she lay back down, curled into a fetal position and began to snore.

I quickly rolled over her and dropped to the floor. Emma was out cold, a trickle of blood was just beginning to seep out from the corner of her mouth. I picked her gun off the floor and hopped on top of her. I sat on her, pinning her down while I untied the drapery cord.

She moved a leg, half raised her knee. Her head lolled slightly from side to side and her right arm sort of fluttered. I pulled the cord off my ankles and quickly wrapped it around Emma’s, tying it securely. I took a second cord, grabbed her by the collar of her rain coat and dragged her across the carpet over to a bedpost. I pulled her wrists behind her back, tightly wrapped the cord round and secured them to the carved bedpost. She was still groggy, but coming to.

I checked Heidi. She was breathing deeply, sound asleep, just on the verge of snoring, again. There was a bright scarlet hand mark on her otherwise perfect right butt cheek. I pulled her skirt to cover her, but it didn’t really work.

“Heidi, Heidi,” I shook her gently.

She gave a disagreeable groan, rolled further away, “Catch you in the morning,” she slurred.

Emma was regaining consciousness, she shook her head and began to strain, grunting with her arms tied behind her back.

I took two of the drapery cords, quickly tied them together, making one long cord and then wrapped it around Emma, under her arms, securing her to the bedpost. I pulled the thing tight and knotted it behind her.

“Piss off and get away from me you bastard. Let me go, let me fucking go, you wanker.”

“Lady, the only place you’re going is to jail,” I said, and then speed dialed Aaron LaZelle from my cell.

He picked up just after the third ring, it was clear he’d been sound asleep.

“Lo,” he groaned out, and then cleared his throat, “hell, hello.”

“Aaron.”

“Yeah?” more clearing of his throat.

“Dev.”

“Who?”

“It’s Dev, Jesus who else would call you at this hour?”

“Did you get hauled in again?” he groaned.

“No, I didn’t get hauled in, again. Look do you have Manning’s number? I have something here he might like.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I went on to briefly explain to Aaron what had happened. While we talked I looked down at Emma, she was straining against the cords, but not getting very far. I walked over, kicked the bottom of her foot, none too gently.

She glared up at me.

I smiled, shook my head no, and then pressed the barrel of the pistol firmly against her forehead, pushing her head back against the bedpost.

She glared, but didn’t do much beyond that.

“Let me call Manning,” Aaron said. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate bringing her in, I’ll come down there, too. I’d like to see this.”

“Sooner you guys get here the better,” I said.

“I’ll get a squad dispatched right away, they’ll be there in about ten minutes,” Aaron said.

The Squad arrived in six minutes. Two uniforms barged through the door of the penthouse suite, followed by two guys in dark green sport coats, hotel security.

“You’re Haskell?” the smaller of the two uniforms asked.

He was dark haired, brown eyes, lean. The name stitched on his shirt, just above the pocket, read Andretta, L. I pegged him for maybe twenty-five years old. His partner was ginger haired, with freckles and blue eyes, I couldn’t see his name. He looked to be not much more then fifteen.

“Yeah, I’m Devlin Haskell, call me Dev, please. Here, careful it’s loaded,” I nodded, clicked the safety on the pistol and handed it to Officer Andretta. He quickly walked over and set the pistol on the table.

“I took it away from her,” I turned and indicated Emma glaring up at us from the floor where I’d tied her to the bedpost. Her raincoat had gradually hiked up as she’d squirmed back and forth and the two cops plus the hotel security guys were studying her thighs, looking for weapons, no doubt.

“I’m a citizen of the United Kingdom and I demand to speak to a representative from the British Embassy, now,” she growled.

“Shhh-hhh, please, you’ll wake my date.” I said, indicating Heidi in the bed. I’d gotten her situated under the covers although she was still dressed. I’m not sure the two officers or the security guys noticed her until I said something.

“Jesus, busy night,” one of the hotel guys said under his breath.

“I called Detective Aaron LaZelle, he had you guys dispatched. I think he’s on his way down here, along with Detective Manning,” I was speaking to Officer Andretta.

At the mention of Manning’s name the two officers exchanged a quick glance. They didn’t say anything although it was clear they’d passed information back and forth.

“How about I call room service, have some coffee sent up, you guys hungry?” I asked.

“I think they’re closed by now,” one of the hotel guys said, absently glancing at his watch. He was a bit paunchy, maybe an ex-jock a couple of decades back, grey around the temples, with a couple of chins hiding the better part of the knot on his tie.