Dimitry Orlov

Wrecking Car Blues - Notes

Drew and Charlaine were sisters, with Drew being two years older. Drew was smart, getting top marks in Math and Computer Science in high school.
Charlaine was drop-dead gorgeous and majored in Men and Sex in high school. She started having sex at fourteen and couldn’t get enough.
Charlaine started dancing in a Strippers Club when she was sixteen. She had a forged ID, saying she was nineteen. Charlaine was five feet eight inches and 150 lbs at sixteen.
The top stripper used a stripper’s pole during her act, and Charlaine was fascinated with the act she did. Charlaine became friends with this older stripper, who showed Charlaine how to perform using a stripper’s pole. It wasn’t long before Charlaine became the headline performer in her Strippers club.
The Kill cake appears for the first time in Wrecking Car Blues.

This is a white ice cream cake with a single black candle on it. This cake is given to a member of the Wrecking Crew when they kill their first person.

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Dancing in the Dark

They park and get to the Commodore around 8:45 p.m. People are already lining up for tonight’s show. “There can be up to 1000 people in the building at the Commodore.” Most of the people are crammed together on the dance floor.”

I checked the Commodore Marquee and saw that the Sheep Dogs were playing tonight. Good; it will be an older crowd.

We had no problem making it through security and finding a table on the east side of the room then waited for Rayleen and Jorge to show up. We kept the liquor intake low because we needed clear heads for tonight's operation.

The Sheep Dogs started playing at 10:15 p.m. The crowd flows onto the dance floor and moves in time with the music. Johnny guesses there are over 600 people in the Commodore tonight. Jimmy spots Rayleen with Jorge around 10:25 p.m.

It's dark out on the dance floor. The lighting is primarily on the stage. A mirror ball in the center of the dance floor is rotating slowly; it picks up the light from the stage lights and reflects a swirling mixture of dim light and shadows around the room. The dim lighting is perfect for our purposes. Charlaine circles around on the dance floor, looking for Rayleen and Jorge.
She spots them dancing up a storm after 15 minutes of searching.

Jorge is wearing a thin t-shirt, so Johnny goes with short needles. Charlaine uses the longer needle to get through Jorge’s pants. Jimmy and Johnny excuse themselves and go to the washrooms, removing our boots and extracting the syringes and needles. Jimmy passes his syringe to Charlaine.

Drew and Jimmy head onto the dance floor and position themselves near Rayleen and Jorge. Charlaine and Johnny are dancing nearby. The ballroom floor is gently swaying with all the people dancing on it. Drew starts moving towards Jorge while Jimmy moves towards Rayleen. Drew cuts in and starts dancing with Jorge while Jimmy moves Rayleen away from Jorge.

Jorge is focusing on Drew and trying to keep his eyes on Rayleen. Charlaine and Johnny move in on Jorge. Johnny has the syringe in his fist and bumps into Jorge’s back. At the same time, he gently inserts the needle into Jorge’s right shoulder and plunges the syringe down, emptying it. Meanwhile, Charlaine is passing by Jorge on his left side, and as she bumps into him, she inserts the needle into his left buttock and plunges the syringe in, emptying the hot shot into Jorge.

The operation only takes a few seconds; Charlaine and Johnny whirl away into the crowd, working their way over to the exit. Drew continues dancing with Jorge while he looks around, trying to figure out what just happened to him.
Jorge begins to slow down, then falters, slowly sinking to his knees. Finally, he folds over on the dance floor. Jorge’s head is facing the floor, so the crowd can't see if there is any foaming at his mouth.

The dancers around Drew and Jorge notice something is wrong and pull back, leaving Drew and Jorge alone in the middle of the floor. Drew backs away, saying, “I think he is having a heart attack. Can someone call a doctor?”

Drew moves into the crowd, heading for the exit. Jimmy has already moved Rayleen off the floor. Rayleen finally realizes that Jimmy is leading her out of the building.

We met up where we left the SUV. We all get into the SUV and head back to the Accent Inn. The four of us remove our wigs, and Rayleen finally recognizes us. Rayleen looked at us and said, “What have you done?” Jimmy looks at her and says, “Saving your life.”

“Jorge is a hired killer; if you had said the wrong thing to him, he would hunt all of us down.” Rayleen shakes her head, saying, “No, Jorge is nice. We were just having fun.”

The six o'clock news mentioned the Overdose at the Commodore Ballroom last night. The announcer does not say Jorge’s name. They did show a picture of Drew dancing with Jorge and then bending over Jorge when he was lying on the floor.

Charlaine says, “I wonder if your tits will be on Crime Stoppers.” We all have a good laugh

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In the Beginning

Looking at her jewelry in the bedroom, I hear the front door open downstairs.
I quickly closed the jewelry box lid, dropped to the floor, and rolled under the bed, pulling my backpack with me.

A pair of red high heels walk by. I say to myself. “I need to find another line of work.” This is the third time the owner has come home while I am casing a joint. The sweat is beading on my back. I swore to myself that I would never go back to prison again.
I wondered whether she noticed that her security alarm system was off.

I hear her dialing her phone, then say, “Did you forget to turn the alarm on when you left the house this morning?” “I found the security alarm off when I got home.” Then I hear, “Ok, I will call the police immediately.”
I sweat harder.

The owner’s feet walk over to the wall the bed was on, and I heard a click, then hear a series of clicks like a dial on a safe rotated. I hear the safe open and papers shuffled around, with items placed on the night table. I pray she doesn’t drop anything and bend down to pick it up. Hearing the click of a safe closing, I watched her feet as she walked out of the room and down the stairs. I Hear her say, “I want to report a robbery,” then a click as the front door closes.

I had spotted this stunning woman at the Ian Tan Art Gallery. She was buying a painting. She turned and smiled at me as she walked out the door with her artwork.
Tall and slender, with long blond hair cascading down her shoulders. She is wearing a white tank-top and dark blue shorts and she is drop-dead gorgeous.

I followed her out the door and back to her house in the British Pacific Properties. It is one of the nicest neighborhoods where the wealthiest people in Vancouver live. It was one of my favorite neighborhoods to break into houses as a burglar. You could always find expensive jewelry to steal.

I liked the painting she purchased and wanted to know more about her. After watching her house for a couple of days; I broke in when I knew she was out.

When I first entered the bedroom, I noticed that there wasn’t a motion detector in the bedroom. I can’t believe my good luck. I am sure that she has turned the security system back on.
This time I heard her car drive away. I go over and study the painting on the wall. Until now, I did not know there was a safe behind the picture. I swing the canvas away from the wall and look at the safe. It looks like one of those wall safes from Home Depot.

I move closer to the front of the safe, and I can see tiny wear marks on the edges of 4 keys on the keypad. Being a curious guy, I enter different keypad combinations, and on my sixth try, the safe unlocks.

As I try the different lock combinations, I can smell the scent of her perfume in the air. It wasn’t a scent I knew, but it had a familiar fragrance from long ago. I struggled to remember the fragrance, but it slipped away before my mind could grab hold. I paused my checking of the safe, moved to the woman’s dresser, and started checking out her perfumes. None of them contain the fragrance that I am smelling. Shaking my head in frustration because I am sure I have smelled this fragrance before.

I move back to the wall safe. Entering the safe combination in my iPhone for future reference, I swing the door open and look inside. There are a bunch of papers, two passports, and a small green bag. I grab the bag, open it, and find a small vial with white powder. I do not know what the powder is, so I grab a zip-lock bag from my backpack. I pour a small amount of the powder into the zip-lock bag to test it later.

Putting the bag back in the safe, I closed the door. After running the powder through my drug testing kit, I plan to return and continue checking out her house. It’s time for me to exit. The owner had reset the alarm, limiting my movement in the house.

I take my rope with a three-pronged hook from my backpack, slide the bedroom window open, attach the three-pronged hook to the window ledge, and start lowering myself out the bedroom window. Fortunately, the bedroom window faced the back of the house, so the neighbors could not see me leaving.

I lower myself to the roof of the first story and flip my three-pronged hook away from the windowsill. Rolling up my rope, I then jump down to the ground and run into the woods. I am breathing hard, and my adrenaline rate is high when I reach the trees.

Slipping into my car, I drive away before the cops show up. Later, after testing the powder, I found it to be 100% pure cocaine. I smile and plan to return to the house for a more thorough search of the premises soon. You must be high on the food chain to afford 100% pure cocaine. It’s almost impossible to get cocaine that isn’t cut with fentanyl.

My name is Jake Marshall, and I am a B & E Artist. I was making a good living, breaking into the houses of the rich and shameless. For the last 13 years, I had been breaking into homes. I am 5 ft. 10 in and weigh 185. My hair is chestnut brown, matching my brown eyes. I am one of those anonymous people who blend in, which I often use. I may be small, but I am wiry and in excellent shape.

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