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Epilogue
3 years later
She stood with her spine dead against the door jam. Her skirt inched up far too high; showing her black nylon clad thigh that was propped up against the other side of the door. The slit on her black skirt made it almost easy enough to see under it.
Her 4-inch pumps making her taller and her legs more lush. Her suit top was far too tight and you could almost see her lacy black bra underneath. Her black gloved hands caressed her pistol as she stood. She had a black hat that was pulled down over her right eye to finish the Mafia look.
“Will you say something already?” The man cuffed to the only thing in the room was beginning to grow nervous. The metal chair that had been bolted to the floor was cold against his wet clothes.
“I wasn’t the one who told you to run, Mr. Charles Ripper.” She said with a grin, enjoying his torture.
“I was being chased by a man on a green Nija, with a gun. What would you have done?”
“I’m not a man, Mr. Ripper.”
“I know you’re not, a man doesn’t have legs like that.” He stopped when she shot him a look. “They’re nice legs.”
She grinned. “Nice? Sorry sweets, wrong answer.” She put down her leg and walked over to him, slow and famine. The gun going in front of her, then behind her as she walked.
“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you anything! Just don’t shot me, please.” He near wept when she rested her 4-inch heal on his thigh. He made it a point to look up at her hat, knowing the tales of this woman all too well, knowing never to look at her eyes or too close at her body. Then it hit him, he commented that she had ‘nice’ legs. Just ‘nice’!
“I’m sorry, I’m not much for groveling men.” She leaned closer, her heal digging into his thigh as her hat almost touched his sweaty forehead. “But answers might pacify me…for now. Tell me, Mr. Ripple, who do you work for and don’t say the local Dary Queen.”
The man swallowed and she saw his hesitation. He stood up straight, not removing her heal, and checked the gun…by shooting the two-way mirror to shatters.
The man bent forward, unable to cover his ears from the piercing sound. “Malcolm!” He screamed again and again. “It’s Malcolm!”
She grinned and removed her foot from his thigh in a graceful move and was smoothing her suit skirt when a tall blonde strolled in. He leaned against the door jam, hands in his pockets and ankles crossed. He glanced at the broken glass.
“You know that’s why you have enemies here.” He grinned and pulled down the windowed silver sunglasses.
“Since when have I looked for friends in the government?” She shot back and tossed him her gun. He caught it with both hands and gave her a look that said don’t-do-that-again.
“Nick, if you’re ever going to be a real detective you’re going to learn to trust me.”
“Trust you?” He put the gun in the case under his arm. “The first thing you ever taught me was to trust no one.”
She smiled and walked out of the room. “Send Bill to get his statement.”
Nick glanced at the weeping man before shaking his head and following her out. He pushed his sunglasses back up when they reached the sunny outdoors. “Do you think you can ever get a statement out of a man with out making them cry?”
She shrugged, “It could be a New Year’s resolution.” She turned and grinned at Nick. “In your dreams.”
“Where are we meeting Brian at?” She questioned.
“Uh, he’s meeting us.” Nick said, trying to hide his grin.
“What did you two do?” Maranda said, trying to be mad, but finding herself smiling.
“Hey I didn’t do anything. It’s all your “darling fiancé’s” idea.” Nick grinned and nodded towards the sound.
Maranda’s secretary came dashing out of the detective office with Nick and Maranda’s coats.
“Ms. Hunter, is he ready to give his statement?”
“Yes.” She said shrugging on her coat. “He’s more than ready.”
“When shall you be back from your wedding?”
“I haven’t decided.” Maranda smiled and shook my head as the familiar green came into view. “Who taught him that?”
“He did, I think.” Nick said with a laugh.
Brian road up with a silver tour bus, marked “Black & Blue” on the sides, following behind. He stopped at the cement stares and the blur of neon green stopped. He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair to fix it.
She grinned and walked down the last few steps.
“Hey beautiful.” He grinned at her outfit as she came down the stares.
“You know I could kill you for taking my bike.” She said with a sly grin.
“But?”
“But I’m to into this.” She put her hands on either side of his head and kissed him fiercely. “I think a kiss is better.” She whispered against his lips.
“I agree.” He whispered back. “You ready, babe?” He untied the helmet behind him and handed it to her.
“Who taught you to drive, and my bike no less.”
“Ms. Hunter, I Ralph will go ballistic if you’re out of reach for too long.” Her secretary, nervous for her job was to keep tabs on the mysterious Hunter, spoke up.
Maranda turned to her and grinned. “Tell him to come find me. If he can, I’ll gladly come back to work.” She and Brian pulled their helmets on and she climbed on the back of the bike, behind Brian. Nick climbed onto the tour bus and after slapping Brian’s helmet to go they left in a blur of neon green.
The secretary sighed and dropped her clipboard to her side. “I’m going to get fired on of these days because of her.” She turned and climbed the stares to the office.
~AN: That’s the end, girlies! **Sniff*Sniff** I’d like to thank all those who participated in the little question I posted. I hope you guys liked the ending!~
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