“Received? He didn’t get any damn money but mine! I should have listened to my grandmother. Worthless. That’s what she said. ‘He’s worthless, Mary Alice. Don’t lower yourself.’ I should have listened!”
“Yes, ma’am,” nodded Rory. “Do you need any help?”
“No. No, thank you. I have someone picking me up. You’ll find myex-boyfriend upstairs in bed with a whore. Both are so drunk or high or whatever, you probably won’t be able to talk to them.” She looked up to see a sleek black Mercedes out front. “That’s my ride.”
“Ma’am?”
“Mary Alice.”
“Mary Alice. If we have other questions, is there a way we could reach you?” asked Rory.
“Sure,” she said, fishing for a card in her purse. She handed the thick cardstock with the elegant writing on it.Mary Alice Plaisance – Designer.
“You’re a designer? Like homes?”
“Homes, businesses, anything you like.” She said as she walked away. They watched her friend load her bags, hug her, and the two drove away. Inside the mansion, there was an eerie silence, then moaning.
Rory stared at Zeke, shaking his head.
“Some assholes just don’t learn.”
They stepped over shards of broken glass on the steps, walking to the second floor. The moaning was louder now, and the two men followed the sound. It was no surprise thata platinum blonde was riding whatever tool Roger Thoms was packing.
“You really are a stupid fucker,” growled Rory. The man looked over the woman’s shoulder, bleary-eyed and confused.
“Hey. Whateryou doin’ here?” he slurred.
“Get up.”
“I ain’t done,” he laughed as the woman continued to move.
“Get the fuck up, or I will get you up, and you will not like the end result,” said Rory. Thoms was smart enough to stop and stare at the two big men.
“Snow send you?”
“No.” Both men said in unison.
“Get the fuck up,” repeated Zeke. “You. Blondie. Go make some coffee.”
“I don’t know how,” she said, staring at him.
“Fuck,” muttered Zeke. “Put some fucking clothes on. I’ll be back.”
A few minutes later, Zeke appeared with two cups of piping hot, black coffee. The woman was dressed and started to walk toward the steps.
“Put some damn shoes on! Didn’t you hear the glass breaking?” asked Rory.
“Oh, yeah,” she giggled. Turning to Thoms, she blew a kiss. “Call me, baby.”
“I will,” he laughed. When she was gone, he grinned at the two men. “Hottest fucking pussy I’ve had in years.”
“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Zeke. “You’re in a relationship with someone. At least for the moment.”
“She’ll get over it. She loves me,” he laughed.
“You’re a damn idiot. Even better, you’re an idiot that’s about to be single and out of a job.”
“Look, I told Snow I would give him my vote. I just need a bit more cash, that’s all.”