Unhinged Part VI: Murder Served Cold
Unhinged is back! What with the holidays, and family, and all sorts of business like the release of my latest book, Celluloss (Book II in the Harvest Trilogy), and the upcoming release of book II in the Kriminal Erotic Series, The Evolution of Elsa Kreiss (with the publisher as I type), this Storybook Page got a little behind, but never fear, ...Jen is back!
Murder Served Cold! Who ever said crime doesn't pay? Certainly not Jen, but crime does get reckless, and karma will always find those in need of a visit.
Chapter Four Continued
I arrived at work a little late, but no one noticed. No one noticed how shaky I was either as I strode quickly into my office. I sat down with my coffee held tightly in my hands. I was still freaked out by what had just happened. It just couldn’t be. He isn’t alive! I know it. I tried to calm myself in between sips of my favorite brew. Pull yourself together, Jen. You’re not going to let a little hallucination undo all the good you’ve done so far. Now “get a hold of yourself”! You have work to do. The bees settled down to a low, soothing buzz.
Download hereI booted my computer and set about checking my inter-office email first. As I scrolled through the lists of bullshit, an instant message popped up on my screen asking if I would accept. It didn’t say who it was which was unusual. Maybe it was about the promotion! I clicked “yes” to accept and nearly shit myself when it opened. “IN MY OFFICE. NOW! JAKE”. What the hell? This must be some kind of old message, but how can it be coming through as an instant message? Maybe someone else was in Jake’s old office. My hands were really shaking now. I looked out the interior glass wall of my office towards Jake’s. I didn’t see any lights on, and no one standing near the office. I got up and grabbed some files that I had been working on and walked as cool as I could manage over to his office. I just wanted to see if his computer was up or maybe someone was sitting in there in the dark or what? I acted as if I were bringing the files back to his filing cabinet. As I walked by, a few co-workers nodded and smiled at me. One looked at me like she saw something to be afraid of. Maybe she should be. Maybe I was losing my freaking mind. I just said good morning to her and kept on going. Once inside, I flipped on the light and closed the door. I looked around briefly, but didn’t see anything out of place. The computer was off. I put the files down and sat at Jake’s desk. It felt kind of weird, but not weird at the same time. I knew then the message had to be some kind of old one that just now went through due to some glitch in the system. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. I leaned my head into my hands and took a deep breath. I was just starting to relax when Nola walked in on me. “Jen? Jefferson wants to see you in his office.” I looked up at her. She smiled down at me as if she had just caught me having a quiet moment of grief instead of a shit attack from hell! I smiled back, got up and said “I’ll be right there”. She winked at me then, and reached out her old, wrinkled hand and patted my shoulder. “I don’t want to get ahead of things, but it’s about the promotion”. I looked at her and gave my best “oh boy” smile. I followed behind her to Jefferson’s office trying to look like I didn’t already know I was about to be handed the job I should have been getting paid for all along. It was difficult. I wanted to do back-flips all the way there. Standing in Jefferson’s office was, of course, Jefferson, Mike Doolittle, Senior Executive of Human Resources and his secretary, Judy. I got the job. I beat out the other two candidates based on my already pre-mentioned knowledge of the position. I was getting quite a raise, better benefits, and Jake’s old office. Creepy, but I could re-decorate it. Who ever said crime didn’t pay? I knew another little celebration was in order for that evening. I wondered who the lucky fella would be? Perhaps I would email Luc down on the third floor and see if he was up for round two! ***The sonofabitch actually turned me down! I can’t freaking believe it! That ungrateful, third floor, near-virgin had the nerve to tell me he thought I was unbalanced! Well isn’t that perfect? You screw a guy without any strings attached, and he didn’t even have to buy you a fancy dinner, and he thinks you’re unbalanced. That really pisses me off. He is definitely on my shit list now, but tonight I won’t worry about it. Tonight, I’ll find a grateful and fun walking party favor with a penis, and celebrate my promotion. I grabbed my purse and strolled out of my office, locking the door behind me. I made it home in record time to shower, change and head back out the door to Swank. Swank is THE happening night club in these parts right now. I knew I looked good, too. I had on a black leather mini skirt, three inch, strappy heels and a near see-through halter of turquoise blue. I had pulled my long, black hair up on my head to show off my neck and shoulders and dabbed my favorite perfume in all the critical spots. I was ready to get myself into all kinds of wonderful trouble.I arrived at Swank and walked inside. It was full of people. There were young and old alike, and the music was loud and thumping. You could feel the vibrations of the bass and percussion all through your body. Bars lined both the lower and upper floors. The dance floor was on the lower level and it was packed with sweaty, gyrating bodies. The black lights that lit the bar area were offset by the multi-colored lights on the dance floor. People lined the upper deck to look down over the railing at those dancing. I walked over to the bar and squeezed in between two tall college boys and ordered a shot of 101 and a Miller Lite. The two boys on either side looked down at me and smiled in appreciation of my choice. I saluted them both before knocking back my shot and slamming the glass down on the bar. Then I picked up my beer and turned to go out on the dance floor. The two college cuties looked at each other, shrugged and then came out to join me.We danced for the next hour while slamming down shots and chasing them back with beer. I was feeling high and happy, and the music moved me to do my best dirty dancing while being sandwiched between the two cuties. It was clear they thought they were going to get lucky with me, both of them at the same time, no less. I knew different. Somewhere in my mind, while I took my fourth shot of 101, I felt a little anger and resentment build up at their assumption. It began to piss me off that they would come to the conclusion that I would just drop to my knees and fuck them both! Can’t a girl just dance and drink, and have fun and celebrate her hard earned promotion? Why must it mean she wants to service the entire club in the process? They moved in and college boy number one tried to reach around me and feel my breasts. At the same time, college boy number two thrust his pelvis up into mine to “show me what he’s got for me”! I let them both do what they were doing, but my mind let loose of its moorings and drifted away, and in its place was a cold, empty void that no longer cared. The gentle buzzing grew into a noisy droning. I knew, somewhere way back in the recesses of what was left of my soul, that these two boys picked the wrong woman to mess with this night. Some small part of me felt a little sorry for them. I almost hoped they’d just leave on their own before it was too late. It was already too late an hour ago. With my purse slung over my shoulder (and carrying the 9mm that I never left home without anymore), I took both boys by the hand and led them off the floor and out the door to the back of the club. They followed like little lambs to the unsuspecting slaughter. ‘Oh, why didn’t you just go home to your mama’s’ asked a distant portion of my brain? In the back of the club there were only hedges and a huge trash bin. The hedges were high and probably home to vermin and the common dumping ground for every vomiting idiot who came out unable to hold his liquor. The back door to the club was somewhat hidden by stacks of crates that earlier would have held many liquor bottles. I led the boys over to the backside of the dumpster and asked them if they felt lucky tonight. They grinned like cocksure fools and even stripped down when I asked them to. I promised them a night like no other while stroking their already hard packages over their tightie whities. I backed up, slid my purse down off my shoulder, and opened it up, all while they watched in lustful anticipation. I dropped my purse with the 9mm in my hand, and before they could say “Holy shit!” dropped them both in two badly aimed shots. The silencer still smoked as I blew off the remaining tendrils like Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. I walked over to their bodies and looked down. They looked ridiculous laying there in their underwear, gurgling blood, unable to breathe. I waited for them both to quit gurgling, then I pulled college boy number one over on top of college boy number two, no easy feat for someone as small as myself. I mean, dead weight is just that, dead weight! I figured when they were eventually found, someone would think it was some gay bashing hate crime. I picked up my pursed off the ground, slid the gun inside with the safety on and sort of walked/stumbled away. I was a little drunk, but not too much anymore. I think it may have been the adrenaline chasing the liquor out of my system. I got into my car and drove calmly away. I realized I was halfway home when I suddenly couldn’t recall how I had got to this point. Where had my mind gone? I remembered standing in the back of the club picking my purse up off the ground. I think someone was with me. I’m not sure. My mind tried to replay the events, but it muddled them into some hazy, silent film. There may have been two gay guys, but that is too funny to be true. I remember dancing a lot. I searched through my purse for my favorite lipstick as I drove, trying to clear the cobwebs that seemed to be hanging like streamers in my memory, but couldn’t find it. What did I do with it? Hell, I didn’t know, but I knew I was hungry and headed straight for the nearest McDonald’s drive through.Later that night, by a dumpster behind club Swank, a detective wearing rubber gloves picked up a woman’s lipstick container and dropped it into an evidence bag.
Read Unhinged from the beginning on the Storybook Page here.
Murder Served Cold! Who ever said crime doesn't pay? Certainly not Jen, but crime does get reckless, and karma will always find those in need of a visit.
Chapter Four Continued
I arrived at work a little late, but no one noticed. No one noticed how shaky I was either as I strode quickly into my office. I sat down with my coffee held tightly in my hands. I was still freaked out by what had just happened. It just couldn’t be. He isn’t alive! I know it. I tried to calm myself in between sips of my favorite brew. Pull yourself together, Jen. You’re not going to let a little hallucination undo all the good you’ve done so far. Now “get a hold of yourself”! You have work to do. The bees settled down to a low, soothing buzz.
Download hereI booted my computer and set about checking my inter-office email first. As I scrolled through the lists of bullshit, an instant message popped up on my screen asking if I would accept. It didn’t say who it was which was unusual. Maybe it was about the promotion! I clicked “yes” to accept and nearly shit myself when it opened. “IN MY OFFICE. NOW! JAKE”. What the hell? This must be some kind of old message, but how can it be coming through as an instant message? Maybe someone else was in Jake’s old office. My hands were really shaking now. I looked out the interior glass wall of my office towards Jake’s. I didn’t see any lights on, and no one standing near the office. I got up and grabbed some files that I had been working on and walked as cool as I could manage over to his office. I just wanted to see if his computer was up or maybe someone was sitting in there in the dark or what? I acted as if I were bringing the files back to his filing cabinet. As I walked by, a few co-workers nodded and smiled at me. One looked at me like she saw something to be afraid of. Maybe she should be. Maybe I was losing my freaking mind. I just said good morning to her and kept on going. Once inside, I flipped on the light and closed the door. I looked around briefly, but didn’t see anything out of place. The computer was off. I put the files down and sat at Jake’s desk. It felt kind of weird, but not weird at the same time. I knew then the message had to be some kind of old one that just now went through due to some glitch in the system. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. I leaned my head into my hands and took a deep breath. I was just starting to relax when Nola walked in on me. “Jen? Jefferson wants to see you in his office.” I looked up at her. She smiled down at me as if she had just caught me having a quiet moment of grief instead of a shit attack from hell! I smiled back, got up and said “I’ll be right there”. She winked at me then, and reached out her old, wrinkled hand and patted my shoulder. “I don’t want to get ahead of things, but it’s about the promotion”. I looked at her and gave my best “oh boy” smile. I followed behind her to Jefferson’s office trying to look like I didn’t already know I was about to be handed the job I should have been getting paid for all along. It was difficult. I wanted to do back-flips all the way there. Standing in Jefferson’s office was, of course, Jefferson, Mike Doolittle, Senior Executive of Human Resources and his secretary, Judy. I got the job. I beat out the other two candidates based on my already pre-mentioned knowledge of the position. I was getting quite a raise, better benefits, and Jake’s old office. Creepy, but I could re-decorate it. Who ever said crime didn’t pay? I knew another little celebration was in order for that evening. I wondered who the lucky fella would be? Perhaps I would email Luc down on the third floor and see if he was up for round two! ***The sonofabitch actually turned me down! I can’t freaking believe it! That ungrateful, third floor, near-virgin had the nerve to tell me he thought I was unbalanced! Well isn’t that perfect? You screw a guy without any strings attached, and he didn’t even have to buy you a fancy dinner, and he thinks you’re unbalanced. That really pisses me off. He is definitely on my shit list now, but tonight I won’t worry about it. Tonight, I’ll find a grateful and fun walking party favor with a penis, and celebrate my promotion. I grabbed my purse and strolled out of my office, locking the door behind me. I made it home in record time to shower, change and head back out the door to Swank. Swank is THE happening night club in these parts right now. I knew I looked good, too. I had on a black leather mini skirt, three inch, strappy heels and a near see-through halter of turquoise blue. I had pulled my long, black hair up on my head to show off my neck and shoulders and dabbed my favorite perfume in all the critical spots. I was ready to get myself into all kinds of wonderful trouble.I arrived at Swank and walked inside. It was full of people. There were young and old alike, and the music was loud and thumping. You could feel the vibrations of the bass and percussion all through your body. Bars lined both the lower and upper floors. The dance floor was on the lower level and it was packed with sweaty, gyrating bodies. The black lights that lit the bar area were offset by the multi-colored lights on the dance floor. People lined the upper deck to look down over the railing at those dancing. I walked over to the bar and squeezed in between two tall college boys and ordered a shot of 101 and a Miller Lite. The two boys on either side looked down at me and smiled in appreciation of my choice. I saluted them both before knocking back my shot and slamming the glass down on the bar. Then I picked up my beer and turned to go out on the dance floor. The two college cuties looked at each other, shrugged and then came out to join me.We danced for the next hour while slamming down shots and chasing them back with beer. I was feeling high and happy, and the music moved me to do my best dirty dancing while being sandwiched between the two cuties. It was clear they thought they were going to get lucky with me, both of them at the same time, no less. I knew different. Somewhere in my mind, while I took my fourth shot of 101, I felt a little anger and resentment build up at their assumption. It began to piss me off that they would come to the conclusion that I would just drop to my knees and fuck them both! Can’t a girl just dance and drink, and have fun and celebrate her hard earned promotion? Why must it mean she wants to service the entire club in the process? They moved in and college boy number one tried to reach around me and feel my breasts. At the same time, college boy number two thrust his pelvis up into mine to “show me what he’s got for me”! I let them both do what they were doing, but my mind let loose of its moorings and drifted away, and in its place was a cold, empty void that no longer cared. The gentle buzzing grew into a noisy droning. I knew, somewhere way back in the recesses of what was left of my soul, that these two boys picked the wrong woman to mess with this night. Some small part of me felt a little sorry for them. I almost hoped they’d just leave on their own before it was too late. It was already too late an hour ago. With my purse slung over my shoulder (and carrying the 9mm that I never left home without anymore), I took both boys by the hand and led them off the floor and out the door to the back of the club. They followed like little lambs to the unsuspecting slaughter. ‘Oh, why didn’t you just go home to your mama’s’ asked a distant portion of my brain? In the back of the club there were only hedges and a huge trash bin. The hedges were high and probably home to vermin and the common dumping ground for every vomiting idiot who came out unable to hold his liquor. The back door to the club was somewhat hidden by stacks of crates that earlier would have held many liquor bottles. I led the boys over to the backside of the dumpster and asked them if they felt lucky tonight. They grinned like cocksure fools and even stripped down when I asked them to. I promised them a night like no other while stroking their already hard packages over their tightie whities. I backed up, slid my purse down off my shoulder, and opened it up, all while they watched in lustful anticipation. I dropped my purse with the 9mm in my hand, and before they could say “Holy shit!” dropped them both in two badly aimed shots. The silencer still smoked as I blew off the remaining tendrils like Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. I walked over to their bodies and looked down. They looked ridiculous laying there in their underwear, gurgling blood, unable to breathe. I waited for them both to quit gurgling, then I pulled college boy number one over on top of college boy number two, no easy feat for someone as small as myself. I mean, dead weight is just that, dead weight! I figured when they were eventually found, someone would think it was some gay bashing hate crime. I picked up my pursed off the ground, slid the gun inside with the safety on and sort of walked/stumbled away. I was a little drunk, but not too much anymore. I think it may have been the adrenaline chasing the liquor out of my system. I got into my car and drove calmly away. I realized I was halfway home when I suddenly couldn’t recall how I had got to this point. Where had my mind gone? I remembered standing in the back of the club picking my purse up off the ground. I think someone was with me. I’m not sure. My mind tried to replay the events, but it muddled them into some hazy, silent film. There may have been two gay guys, but that is too funny to be true. I remember dancing a lot. I searched through my purse for my favorite lipstick as I drove, trying to clear the cobwebs that seemed to be hanging like streamers in my memory, but couldn’t find it. What did I do with it? Hell, I didn’t know, but I knew I was hungry and headed straight for the nearest McDonald’s drive through.Later that night, by a dumpster behind club Swank, a detective wearing rubber gloves picked up a woman’s lipstick container and dropped it into an evidence bag. Read Unhinged from the beginning on the Storybook Page here.
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