The spicy vanilla of her chardonnay washed the inside of her mouth as Millicent’s dark eyes followed the movements of Kip’s fidgety hands and Pauley’s new confidence. Pauley seemed comfortable with her seductive gestures of stroking Niles Morganstern’s arms and delivering sly smiles. Millicent felt like a proud teacher watching her student graduate.
Kip delivered the second drink and the plan was executed. Millicent drank the last of her wine and left her bar stool at the same moment Niles soon to be dead body thudded the casino floor.
Concluding that Pauley’s boss, Butch, was far from reliable, she decided to play her own stacked deck of cards. As security and medical personnel attended to the hopeless fate of Niles Morgenstern, she caught the stunned reaction of Pauley and her lost body language. Millicent walked with measure and style to a diner next to the casino. She pulled her phone from her handbag and let it ring until her father answered.
“Hey sweetheart. I was going to call you later.”
Millicent didn’t bother rolling her eyes or being offending. Her father’s lies weren’t as bad as Pauley’s dad’s, she reasoned.
“Dad, I need for you to tell me everything you know about Butch Torre and Paul Mateo.”
The immediate silence angered Millicent. Her face tensed and she muttered “damn you” away from the phone. She ordered two coffees and after her father’s third sigh, she pounced.
“Damn it Arthur! I just did something you don’t like for me to do because you’re in deep with that stain, Butch Torre. You want this scandal to vanish from our family then talk to me!”
Millicent discovered several sets of eyes upon her after the shouts. She calmed and sat in a booth next to the large store front window so she could see Pauley escaping the previous scene. Arthur spoke.
“Okay, sweetie, here’s I know.”
Within four minutes, Millicent’s instincts were confirmed and her minimum knowledge of the life of Paulette Mateo becoming more than enough to change the score of the game Butch was winning.
She saw Pauley stumble from the casino. The young assassin, ill-suited for the shoes and dress she had to wear for two hours, was now emotionally off-kilter. Millicent smiled at the mess of her partner in crime. When Pauley walked into the diner and sat at a table neat the rear of the place, Millicent delivered more than coffee to Pauley. She jumped as Millicent joined her table.
“We need to talk,” Millicent said. “There are a few things Butch obviously hasn’t told you.”
Pauley’s face was pale. As if she were ill or suffering from shock. Millicent pushed the small cup of black coffee to Pauley’s trembling right hand.
“Our fathers are liars. More than that, I think you know my old babysitter, Gail. In fact, you look a lot like her.”
Pauley sank in her seat and stared at the smoking darkness inside her cup.
These are two new chapters of a summer blog series I’m writing with my friend and partner, Tara aka @Tara_R from Thin Spiral Notebook http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/ Read her chapter first then dive into mine _ http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/2012/08/20/dead-money-name-dropping/
Today’s song is from aone hit wonder of the 2000s, Brand New. Their song The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows is perfect for my part of the story. Play it loud.