York, sometimes London, sometimes
Chicago.”
“What are you trying
to say?”
“Something has just
come to her attention about you guys.”
“I'm having trouble
understanding what I'm hearing, Randolph.”
“I'm just suggesting
that you and your sister go into hiding for awhile is all.”
“So Janine is with
the m-o-b?!”
“She has lots of
'friends'. This time it's your Lieutenant Governor, not the m-o-b.”
“Oh shit! Your
frigging sister has contract hits on me and my sister?!”
“I didn't say that,
but now you can see why such information must be protected. And
you're right, but she's agreed to decline the contract because of our
situation. When she does, someone else will take it. The order is for
extraction of information and two kills.”
Kris immediately picked up
the phone and updated Karlee.
“So it's not a mob
contract, it's that crooked Lieutenant Governor Wallace?”
Karlee asked, needing to make sure she had all the details correct.
“Yeah, and if we
don't do something about it, it's just a matter of time until that
really deep shit hits the fan, sis.”
“Okay, Kris, let me
take care of things. I'll call you in the morning.”
Karlee got her Glock pistol
and a recently acquired silencer, and then departed for Springfield,
the state Capitol. She had never fired at anything more than a paper
target, but no one messed with her and her sister and got away with
it. She assumed that the two politicians had been in cahoots and
hoped resolving the issue with this character would keep them out of
harm's way.
It wasn't difficult for the
determined young woman to find his impressive residence in the
darkness. She had parked her black convertible a safe distance away,
worn latex gloves to ensure no retrievable DNA or fingerprints, worn
a hood to conceal her face from any surveillance cameras, and even
wiped finger prints from her ammunition. There was an armed guard
outside. He was smoking a cigarette when she came up from behind and
took him out with a choke hold. There had been a struggle, but her
previous fighting experience proved most useful. The doors were all
locked, so she covered an obscured window with masking tape and then
tapped it repeatedly with the butt of her weapon until it quietly
shattered. She slipped in and found the wicked fellow asleep.
“Oh, Mr. Wallace, you
have company, sir,” she announced as she connected the
silencer, turned on the bedroom light and took aim.
The man groggily opened his
eyes. “Who's there?”
“Someone who has
brought you a surprise!” Pfft Pfft. She fired twice. His wife
had slept through it all. Karlee hesitated as she realized the woman
probably knew too much and presented a risk. With a sense of regret,
she fired off two more rounds. Pfft Pfft. She had now crossed another
line, and another door would be opening in her life.
Randolph's phone rang as he
and Kristie cuddled on his sofa back in Chicago.
“Where are the
sisters?” inquired his sister Janine.
“Kris is here with
me; Karlee is probably at home.”
“I doubt it. Turn on
your TV!”
He put the phone on speaker
mode, picked up the remote, and the large screen came to life. There
in living color was a video of the Lieutenant Governor being
assassinated! He had had a low-quality security system, so the image
was unclear. It had also picked up the killer's voice, but again not
clearly. The security guard had regained consciousness shortly after
Karlee's departure, and the police and FBI were promptly on the
scene.
“Oh my God, that's my
sister!” shouted Kris. “Even with her voice muffled, I
can still recognize it, and that's the way she moves her body!”
“Well, whatever you
do, don't call her cell phone. It would ping the nearest tower and
leave proof of her whereabouts. I wouldn't be surprised if the FBI
checks those records for all inbound and outbound calls from
out-of-town numbers at least an hour either side of the killing,”
said Janine. “Give me her number.