Reformed burglars never rest
Sleuth About Town
"Brr... I'm cold."
Those were the first words that came out of Elizabeth March's mouth as she entered the hall of the well located house in London. Luckily, the place was warm and cozy.
Empty, too. She wondered were all the servants were.
Well, they'd show up, eventually. She could bet they were in the kitchen, talking and playing cards. She didn't mind. They deserved their rest and some fun.
With that in mind, she moved to the living room, dragged a chair near the fireplace and sat there, just staring at the roaring fire.
Much was in her mind. Her past life as a burglar still haunted her. All the wrong things she had done still lived in her nightmares. The woman let out a tired sigh. All that was in the past now.
She had a new life. An agency. Friends. A new name.
Yes. A new life.
It could be a better one, if she didn't have to carefully hide her past from everyone. She had to mind every word that came out of her mind. Every letter she received. Every phone call...
She sighed and got up, reluctantly.
"Miss Elizabeth March?"
"Yes. Who's there?"
"Just a friend who wants you to know that dreams may shatter like glass..."
"What, what do you..."
He had hung up, and so did she.
She was still standing by the phone, trembling, when she heard the footsteps. She didn't turn around. It was probably just one of the servants. Yes, it was Gerald, her butler.
He had asked something whose meaning she couldn't reach. Maybe how she was.
"Sorry, Gerald. I'm fine. I was talking on the phone, and felt slightly light-headed."
She forced a smile to the man. He smiled back.
"Maybe you should take a bath and rest, ma'am.", the man suggested, carefully.
"Not now. I've got a phone call to make. After that, I'll do what you say."
She watched as the man left the room and picked the phone back up. She dialed a number, hoping the person on the other side was home. (...)
"Now, I'm going to ask you, do you have any alibi for two days ago around nine o'clock p.m.? She recieved a phone call with a threatening message."
O'Leary started to sweat as he held on to Marc's arms for dear life. The fall wouldn't kill him, he knew that, but it would break a leg if not, both of them.
"No I dont' have an alibi!" He screamed in fright.
"Did you call her?!" Marc snarled, "Did you threaten her?"
"Why should I tell you? When I do, your just going drop me!"
"No, If you tell admit to doing it, then arrest you."
"But I didn't do it!"
"Liar!" Marc screamed in his face. Every instinct in his gut was telling him that O'Leary was the man who did it. He knew that O'Leary did it. The problem now, was to prove it. Marc let the man go. Tim screamed as he fell and there was gut wrenching "Snap" as the man it the ground breaking his leg. With the instant of the snap, O'Leary screamed out in pain. That was worst interrogation method Marc had ever used during his careers as a police officer and a private detective. But it made him talk. At the same time, O'Leary was hiding something.
Marc and Joseph left. "You're going to leave him there?" Joseph asked.
"Yes, one of his goons will find him and he will be taken to a hosptial where he will stay for while. He's not going anywhere any time soon. They got back to the hotel room and Marc knocked three times in which Charlie answered the door. Inside the room, there was a third man who was introduced as Clift Garrett and the two men, Marc and Clift shook hands. Marc then turned to Elizabeth and asked, "What was your relationship with Tim O'Leary? I think he's the one who has been threatening you."
Molly could see in the dim light now, and she saw that Jack was holding Annabelle in front of him. She leaned limply in the crook of his arm.
"What did you do to her?" Molly asked anxiously, wondering if they had come too late and she was already dead. She wiped her hand on her light blue skirt, leaving a vivid red streak down the length of the material. She edged forward.
"Drop your gun and I'll tell you." Jack said, and thinking only of her child, Molly hastily complied. Jack nodded once, and then grinned cheekily at her. "No need to worry, just a little chloroform."
And with that, he lifted his own pistol and fired.
Pain blazed through Molly's left shoulder and she fell to her knees with a gasp, her other hand reflexively feeling the wound. Blood was already soaking through her jacket rapidly.
"Hm. My aim must be off." Jack said, raising his gun again slowly. Molly cast her eyes at her pistol lying only inches away, but Jack's using her daughter as a shield prevented her from firing...
Sleuth About Town
By the time Marc returned to the hotel room, Elizabeth was already back to her usual calm self. She was lying on her bed, trying to remember more names as to the people who could be blackmailing her.
As she saw Marc, the woman sat on her bed and took a deep breath.
"Tim? No, no, no... I don't think he'd do it. At least, not like that".
She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to light a cigarrette, unsucessfully. Her fingers trembled too much.
She gave up on the cigarrette and crossed her hands on her lap.
"We used to work together, 'bout two years ago, and kept on... socializing after that. Have you got any piece of evidence on him?", she asked, dropping back on the bed with a moan.
"I need to get out of this place, or I'm going insane".
Wincing, Molly straightened up and grabbed her pistol, ignoring Jack's look of faint surprise as she cocked back her left arm with a strangled gasp of pain but threw it with her trademark true aim--straight at Jack's skull.
The heavy handle hit him just under the eye, and he dropped Annabelle reflexively as he bent to cup his face.
"Put your hands over your head..." a faint voice said, and they both looked over at Pierce, who was sheet-white and braced against the wall, but with his gun held firmly in both hands.
Jack raised his hands slowly, and then suddenly bolted through the back door and into the alleyway beyond. Molly closed her eyes; Pierce slid down the wall and silence settled over the room for a moment before Molly slowly got to her feet and moved across the room, to slump down next to the unconscious Annabelle. After a cursory examination to make sure her daughter was alright, Molly's eyes met Pierce's across the room, and she breathed a sigh.
"Bloody hell, what a jackass..."she said, and nodded succintly at this thought just before she fainted.
Charlie sat in his chair listening to the story Marc and Joseph laid out. He couldnt help but notice that things were not adding up. Elizabeth deffinately had some dark secrets.
After Marc had finished filling them in he and Charlie stepped out in the hall. " Marc its Elizabeth earlier she started talking about her past... not much though. I think we need to get this info out of her." Charlie said
Charlie headed back in the room to talk with his friends Joseph and Clift while Marc stayed in the hall. Thinking about his next move.
"Damn,I'm sure this is the address" Vulkie said,breathing heavily and looking around. "Where did Molly and that bodyguard of hers go?" Vulkie murmered and then,a shot rang.
"There's my cue..." Vulkie said and she rushed towards the place where the "sound" came from. It was an old bar,presumably no customers in it. The looks of the outside decided that definitely.
"Drop... Gun... Tell..." Vulkie heard.
Just then,Vulkie "pushed" the door a bit open,looking inside.
"Billings!" Vulkie thought and Vulkie took her gun out.
"Just a little chloroform" Billings said and with that,he fired at Molly.
"Molly!" Vulkie murmered,but she waited. Vulkie just waited. Pierce was lying on the floor,looking at Vulkie. He nodded. Just then,Pierce stood up,aimed at Billings,but Billings was already long gone. Then,Molly and Pierce fainted.
"Hang on guys!" Vulkie murmered and she ran into the bar,to the phone. Vulkie began to dial,hoping that someone would pick up.
"Hello,Hotel Greenwood,how can I help you?" the receptionist said. "No questions,connect me immediately to room 905. NOW!" Vulkie shouted.
The phone rang and rang and rang... Just then,Charlie picked the phone up...
"Charlie,it's me,Vulkie. Molly and Pierce have been shot down. Molly's daughter is also here,but she's fine,just unconscious. Please inform the rest,I'm going to call the hospital and ask for an ambulance." Vulkie said with one breath and "disconnected" the call.
She called the nearest hospital in the neighbourhood and within 5 minutes,Molly and Pierce were taken with the ambulance. Vulkie stayed behind with Molly's daughter.
Just then,Molly's daughter woke slowly up and shouted : "Who are you?! WHERE AM I?!"
Vulkie calmed her down and explained what happened.
"Your mommy is going to be alright." Vulkie said,and she thought : "I hope" after the sentence.
"We're going to some friends of your mother,you'll be safe there." Vulkie said and so she left with Molly's daughter to go to Charlie,Elizabeth and Marc.
(just saw that I made a little error,thanks to Marc also,but I discovered it also too late -.-. The room Charlie and the gang stays in is 608,not 905 -.- Pardon me for not watching out carefully -.-)
"Tim? No, no, no... I don't think he'd do it. At least, not like that," Elizabeth said, "We used to work together, 'bout two years ago, and kept on... socializing after that. Have you got any piece of evidence on him?", she asked, dropping back on the bed with a moan.
"I haven't got much evidence on him," Marc said, "The only bit I have is that he niether denied nor admitted to it. If he didn't do it, then he sure as hell knows who did it. I can feel it. I'm going to go back to the hospital and interrogate him some more. Joseph? You want to come?"
"Sure, why not?" Joseph said.
Marc and Joseph left the room. On his way out he heard the phone ring but payed no attention to it. It was getting dark outside. It had been three days and Marc had a good enough lead to know that O'Leay knew who was threatening Elizabeth and he was going to get the information one way or another.
They walked into the hospital and went to the registration desk.
"Can I help you?" The nurse behind the desk said.
"I'm here to see a man named Tim O'Leary. Has a broken leg or two." Marc said.
She pulled out the chart and said. "Room 503 on the second floor."
Marc and Joseph walked quickly up the stairs to the room. Standing infront of the door were two of his goons. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up here. Why don't you get lost or we'll make an example of you," One of them said. Joseph and Marc pulled their guns out and ordered the two henchmen to step aside. The two complied and Marc and Joseph entered the room.
Asleep in the bed was O'Leary. Marc grabbed a chair and shoved it under the handle of the door knob and locked the door so no one could get in. Things were about to get brutal. If there was any one kind of person Marc didn't like, it was the kind of person who lied and threatened other people. He didn't like criminals period, but people like O'Leary, he hated them.
He wouldn't kill O'Leay but he would make him talk. (Contin...)
This woman had made a mistake. Anna had no mother. She had lived in an orphanage all her life!
"I don't know what you're talking about! Lemme go!" Anna screeched, her dark eyes squinted in rage. "I don't have a mother! Where are you taking me?!"
Molly had come to when she realized she had left something undone.
"Bring me the phone." Molly called, and a nearby nurse complied. She dialed the number with effort, and was connected to the hotel. She asked for room 608. It rang twice and then Charlie picked up.
"Hello?" he sounded strained.
"Charlie...it's Molly." she said, wincing as the fresh bandages rubbed against her wound.
"Molly!" he sounded surprised but relieved. "How--"
"Look, I don't have a lot of time." Molly said apologetically, resting her head on the pillow for a brief moment before she continued. "I just need you to do some very specific things regarding Annabelle for me. She does not know me, I would prefer it if you did not reference me when you speak to her. I need you to get out about $5000; I'll pay you back. Take her to the orphanage where she was stolen, speak to the Mother Superior. Tell her you want to enact Plan B. She'll know what you mean. Give her the money; one of her younger Sisters will escort Annabelle out of the country until Jack is apprehended."
Charlie agreed somewhat skeptically and said that he'd see who was willing to do it for her. She voiced her thanks and then hung up. She then crawled from her bed, ignoring the nurses protests to stagger down the hall.
"Tell me where Pierce Evans Malone is." she stopped a doctor in the hall.
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