now, I’ve gotta get outta Dodge.” Randy hung up the phone and left Charlies’ by the back door, which opened onto an alley filled with garbage cans. It smelled like rotten cabbage. He put his ball cap on and pulled the collar up to hide his face. Just then, Hans passed by the ally but didn’t see Randy.
“I’ll be damned. That’s him.” Randy said to himself seeing the person in the trench coat. He gave Hans twenty seconds and then ran down the alley the opposite direction onto the next cross street and hailed a cab. He knew there were plenty of his acquaintances in Charlies’ that would sell him out.
Blondie was really the only friend he had.
Chapter 9
Giovanni Carlucci answered the phone on the first ring reading the caller ID. “Yeah Hans, what can I do for you.”
“Giovanni, I need you to run a couple of names for me. I need to know the whereabouts of this person named Randy Chappelle. That’s CHAPPELLE. He lives in New York. I don’t know what he does for a living. I don’t know where he lives. But I suspect he and his girlfriend, Charlene Messenger, have something to do with photos that were taken of me. I need to find out who they are, what they do for a living, and where I can locate them. I just left a bar where I found some people that knew him, but they said he hasn’t been around for a few days. They gave me his description. I know his girlfriend is blonde and very attractive. I helped her out of a jam on the highway.”
“What do you mean the blonde is very attractive?
“I mean just what I said. She’s very cute. She’s probably in her early 20’s. You know. She’s the Marilyn Monroe type: big tits, beautiful face, pouty lips.” Hans sounded irritated at his minion’s interrogation. For Christ's sake, Hans paid him handsomely to take care of these issues. It wasn’t the other way around.
“You don’t have to get hostile.”
“I’m not hostile. I need to find these two!”
“Do I need to do this now?” Giovanni was pressing a question he really shouldn’t be asking.
“You’re on my payroll, Gi (Han’s short name for his minion). If this is too hard for you, I’ll call someone else. Now can you do this for me or not?” Hans was short and was evidently perturbed.
Giovanni thought about it for a second and then replied. “Yes. I can do this for you. But…”
Before Giovanni could state his question, Hans barked. “And that’s all you need to know, Gi. Got it?”
Giovanni pushed the redhead that was in between his legs giving him a blowjob aside. He was sunbathing in the nude near the pool in his three-bedroom house that sat up against the mountains near Palm Springs. He had several of his girlfriends over, each one trying their best to please him. It was Red’s turn. Red was a thirty-year-old natural red head (and yes the carpets did match the drapes).
“Look, Carlotta. I’m on the phone. We can do this later.”
Carlotta continued performing oral sex on it him. She was working on him vigorously and wasn’t listening.
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up. The anger in his eyes told her it was time to stop. She immediately got up, smiled, and went into the Jacuzzi, but not before sticking her lower lip out and pouting. “I was only trying to do what you wanted.”
He didn’t reply. His scowl said everything.
He picked up the phone. “Look, Hans, I have some friends over and a massage therapist was working me over. Sorry for the interruption. Can you give me any more details of Randy and Charlene?”
Hans knew exactly what was going down, so to speak, and restated his request.
“Okay, so the guy’s name is Randy Chappelle. His girlfriend’s name is Charlene Messenger. That’s all I have.”
“Okay I’ll get on it later today. I’ll call you when I have some information.” Giovanni motioned for Carlotta to come back.
“I want you to do everything you can to find this guy immediately. Drop whatever you’re doing. It’s
“I’ll be damned. That’s him.” Randy said to himself seeing the person in the trench coat. He gave Hans twenty seconds and then ran down the alley the opposite direction onto the next cross street and hailed a cab. He knew there were plenty of his acquaintances in Charlies’ that would sell him out.
Blondie was really the only friend he had.
Chapter 9
Giovanni Carlucci answered the phone on the first ring reading the caller ID. “Yeah Hans, what can I do for you.”
“Giovanni, I need you to run a couple of names for me. I need to know the whereabouts of this person named Randy Chappelle. That’s CHAPPELLE. He lives in New York. I don’t know what he does for a living. I don’t know where he lives. But I suspect he and his girlfriend, Charlene Messenger, have something to do with photos that were taken of me. I need to find out who they are, what they do for a living, and where I can locate them. I just left a bar where I found some people that knew him, but they said he hasn’t been around for a few days. They gave me his description. I know his girlfriend is blonde and very attractive. I helped her out of a jam on the highway.”
“What do you mean the blonde is very attractive?
“I mean just what I said. She’s very cute. She’s probably in her early 20’s. You know. She’s the Marilyn Monroe type: big tits, beautiful face, pouty lips.” Hans sounded irritated at his minion’s interrogation. For Christ's sake, Hans paid him handsomely to take care of these issues. It wasn’t the other way around.
“You don’t have to get hostile.”
“I’m not hostile. I need to find these two!”
“Do I need to do this now?” Giovanni was pressing a question he really shouldn’t be asking.
“You’re on my payroll, Gi (Han’s short name for his minion). If this is too hard for you, I’ll call someone else. Now can you do this for me or not?” Hans was short and was evidently perturbed.
Giovanni thought about it for a second and then replied. “Yes. I can do this for you. But…”
Before Giovanni could state his question, Hans barked. “And that’s all you need to know, Gi. Got it?”
Giovanni pushed the redhead that was in between his legs giving him a blowjob aside. He was sunbathing in the nude near the pool in his three-bedroom house that sat up against the mountains near Palm Springs. He had several of his girlfriends over, each one trying their best to please him. It was Red’s turn. Red was a thirty-year-old natural red head (and yes the carpets did match the drapes).
“Look, Carlotta. I’m on the phone. We can do this later.”
Carlotta continued performing oral sex on it him. She was working on him vigorously and wasn’t listening.
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up. The anger in his eyes told her it was time to stop. She immediately got up, smiled, and went into the Jacuzzi, but not before sticking her lower lip out and pouting. “I was only trying to do what you wanted.”
He didn’t reply. His scowl said everything.
He picked up the phone. “Look, Hans, I have some friends over and a massage therapist was working me over. Sorry for the interruption. Can you give me any more details of Randy and Charlene?”
Hans knew exactly what was going down, so to speak, and restated his request.
“Okay, so the guy’s name is Randy Chappelle. His girlfriend’s name is Charlene Messenger. That’s all I have.”
“Okay I’ll get on it later today. I’ll call you when I have some information.” Giovanni motioned for Carlotta to come back.
“I want you to do everything you can to find this guy immediately. Drop whatever you’re doing. It’s
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