While Butch and MIllicent went over her part in the job, which poison she thought would work most effectively, how it would be best administered, and how to distract the mark, Pauley sat on the bed where she started this nightmare. The dress, fitted tight around her hips and thighs, made it difficult to get … Continue reading Dead Money: Girls’ Night Out
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Clothes make the woman
Gripping her phone with both hands, the best Pauley could do was strangle Butch in effigy. Smacking the screen against her open palm, she lamented the lack of a landline handset that she could slam down with righteous indignation. She stood in the bathroom doorway, feet shoulder-width apart, one foot in front of the other. … Continue reading Clothes make the woman
Fireworks
"You've gotta put that back. If your uncle finds us in here, there'll be real fireworks." "Fireworks? Where do you get stuff like that? Butch is not gonna know if you don't tell him." Pauley held the gun in her right hand, her left cupped under the grip like she had seen her guardian do … Continue reading Fireworks
Keep your enemies closer
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." ~ Sun-tzu, "Art of War" Pauley closed the bathroom door and hung the dress Millicent gave her on the hook on the back. Sitting on the closed toilet, she leaned back against the tank, running her fingers through her knotted, bed-head hair. Shutting her eyes against the … Continue reading Keep your enemies closer
Dressed to kill
Pauley stared at the proffered hand. The flawless ivory skin, the impeccably manicured nails, flowing from the cuff of a pale green silk blouse. Unable to lift her arms, she shifted her gaze to the other woman's face. Smiling down at her were the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. A mane of chestnut hair framed … Continue reading Dressed to kill
Let it go to voice mail
Set to vibrate, her phone skipped across the bar top, crashing into the stem of her wine glass. Her boss Sam was calling again. Without picking up the phone, Pauley turned it off, ignoring the blinking voicemail alert. Downing the last swallow of her Merlot, Pauley searched for Ross, the new bartender. He wasn't the … Continue reading Let it go to voice mail
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