bags quietly inside the door of the dark and quiet room. Then she ran quickly to the street to catch a cab. Guaranteed she had missed all of her deliveries. She just hoped the delivery people had the sense to leave them at the front desk.
Back at her hotel, she asked at the front desk for any packages. Everything was there, piled up on a cart. She took it all to the room, peeled off a few outfits out of the clothes for Jessica, then began work setting up the computer and monitors. This was an integral part of her stay here, and she hoped she hadn’t already waited too long.
She pushed together several desks in the apartment’s cavernous main room and set up an array, with all the monitors next to each other and slightly canted in towards the chair. Then she started downloading software she needed from a private cloud. She put programs on line one by one as they became available. At the end of 2 hours, she had hacked into the hotel’s security cameras on the street, and the security cameras of the 4 closest casinos. Her 5 monitors were all divided into 4 pictures each, showing the pictures that the security cameras were seeing. Her face recognition software was scanning each picture for full or partial matches of 12 pictures.
She sat and thought long and hard about if she needed to add 3 more pictures. In the end, she did, pulling Jerry’s, Hawk’s, and Craig’s pictures off of her private cloud.
If any of these 15 people came within a mile of her, she would know in an instant. She set the alerts up to forward to her phone, then sat down on the bed to decide what kind of a fate was going to befall Manny. Would she give him a chance? Or were his days on this earth now to be measured in minutes? Why start giving chances now? she thought. Because you want to be different , another part of her mind argued. Yeah, I’ll be different, but only when someone deserves it. Pimps never deserve it.
Sara changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, checked her phone, and headed out the door for surveillance. If she got a chance to take Manny out this evening, it would have to be quick and dirty with two shots to the head and one to the chest. Otherwise, she’d get equipped tomorrow and do it right.
Chapter 8
E mma pulled into the Mariana Day apartments and dropped Jerry off, then followed him to his place.
To Jerry, it felt good to walk into his house. Tiredness dropped onto his shoulders like a lead coat as soon as his feet crossed the threshold. His body was insisting that he sleep. But there was business first, wasn’t there?
Jerry went to his fridge and shared out three beers. As he dropped onto the couch Emma turned to him expectantly.
Jerry put up his hands, as if to ward off her gaze. “I know, I know, you can’t believe I never told you I’d been arrested before.”
“Well yeah, I can’t.”
“It’s not something I like to think about,” Jerry mumbled.
“Emma, what have I told you about my parents?” Jerry asked quickly.
Emma thought. “Just that your mom died when you were 14 and your dad died when you were 20. You never liked to talk about them.”
Jerry took a long swallow of beer, then nodded. “My mom didn’t die when I was 14, she took off.”
“Oh Jerry, I’m sorry!” Emma said, touching his hand. Craig took a drink of his beer and looked on impassively.
Jerry held up a hand. It seemed like Emma thought his mom taking off was worse than her dying. And he did too, didn’t he? Otherwise why would he have lied about it? “It’s OK. It doesn’t bother me much anymore, but I still don’t like to talk about it. To this day I don’t know where she is or where she went and most days I feel like I’m OK with that. I have to tell you that part though, for you to understand the rest of it. So do you want the long version, or the short version?”
Emma looked at Craig, and then back at Jerry. “Whatever you feel comfortable sharing, Jerry.”
Jerry opened his mouth, preparing to tell the short
Back at her hotel, she asked at the front desk for any packages. Everything was there, piled up on a cart. She took it all to the room, peeled off a few outfits out of the clothes for Jessica, then began work setting up the computer and monitors. This was an integral part of her stay here, and she hoped she hadn’t already waited too long.
She pushed together several desks in the apartment’s cavernous main room and set up an array, with all the monitors next to each other and slightly canted in towards the chair. Then she started downloading software she needed from a private cloud. She put programs on line one by one as they became available. At the end of 2 hours, she had hacked into the hotel’s security cameras on the street, and the security cameras of the 4 closest casinos. Her 5 monitors were all divided into 4 pictures each, showing the pictures that the security cameras were seeing. Her face recognition software was scanning each picture for full or partial matches of 12 pictures.
She sat and thought long and hard about if she needed to add 3 more pictures. In the end, she did, pulling Jerry’s, Hawk’s, and Craig’s pictures off of her private cloud.
If any of these 15 people came within a mile of her, she would know in an instant. She set the alerts up to forward to her phone, then sat down on the bed to decide what kind of a fate was going to befall Manny. Would she give him a chance? Or were his days on this earth now to be measured in minutes? Why start giving chances now? she thought. Because you want to be different , another part of her mind argued. Yeah, I’ll be different, but only when someone deserves it. Pimps never deserve it.
Sara changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, checked her phone, and headed out the door for surveillance. If she got a chance to take Manny out this evening, it would have to be quick and dirty with two shots to the head and one to the chest. Otherwise, she’d get equipped tomorrow and do it right.
Chapter 8
E mma pulled into the Mariana Day apartments and dropped Jerry off, then followed him to his place.
To Jerry, it felt good to walk into his house. Tiredness dropped onto his shoulders like a lead coat as soon as his feet crossed the threshold. His body was insisting that he sleep. But there was business first, wasn’t there?
Jerry went to his fridge and shared out three beers. As he dropped onto the couch Emma turned to him expectantly.
Jerry put up his hands, as if to ward off her gaze. “I know, I know, you can’t believe I never told you I’d been arrested before.”
“Well yeah, I can’t.”
“It’s not something I like to think about,” Jerry mumbled.
“Emma, what have I told you about my parents?” Jerry asked quickly.
Emma thought. “Just that your mom died when you were 14 and your dad died when you were 20. You never liked to talk about them.”
Jerry took a long swallow of beer, then nodded. “My mom didn’t die when I was 14, she took off.”
“Oh Jerry, I’m sorry!” Emma said, touching his hand. Craig took a drink of his beer and looked on impassively.
Jerry held up a hand. It seemed like Emma thought his mom taking off was worse than her dying. And he did too, didn’t he? Otherwise why would he have lied about it? “It’s OK. It doesn’t bother me much anymore, but I still don’t like to talk about it. To this day I don’t know where she is or where she went and most days I feel like I’m OK with that. I have to tell you that part though, for you to understand the rest of it. So do you want the long version, or the short version?”
Emma looked at Craig, and then back at Jerry. “Whatever you feel comfortable sharing, Jerry.”
Jerry opened his mouth, preparing to tell the short
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