Here is the second story in my series about private detective Gavin Monroe as he suffers to solve murder mystery's that leave a whole hell of a lot of beautiful body's in its wake.
Hope you enjoy it.
Starring
Clive Owen as Gavin Monroe, the titular alchoholic private detective with all sorts of issues.
http://www.clive-owen.org/gallery/displ ... fullsize=1 Keira Knightley as the Virginia Kensington, the young, beautiful heiress in desperate need of Gavin's help.
http://www.keira-knightley.org/photos/d ... fullsize=1 Scarlett Johansson as Janelle Hoberman, Gavin's new rich girl assistant who's rebelling against her family by becoming a P.I.
http://www.scarlett-photos.com/displayi ... fullsize=1 Liv Tyler as Constance Raine, a detective in the case and the daughter of Gavin's first partner.
http://incrediblehulkmoviefans.com/wp-c ... -movie.jpg Kate Beckinsale as Regina Kensington, Virginia's lesbian older sister whose got a taste for trouble and designer drugs.
http://www.kbeckinsale.net/gallery/disp ... fullsize=1 Amanda Seyfried as Kate, the young woman eyewitness who's life is in grave danger.
http://www.amanda-seyfried.us/photos/di ... fullsize=1 Katie Cassidy as Connie Demico, the city's richest heiress, who's got it in for Victoria.
http://katiecassidyweb.com/gallery/disp ... fullsize=1 Blake Lively as Alicia Donovan, Virginia's arch nemesis in the upper class social world and a real bitch.
http://iheartblake.com/Photos/displayim ... fullsize=1 Scarlett Johansson as Tricia Hoberman, Janelle's disapproving twin sister and Victoria's best friend.
http://www.scarlett-photos.com/displayi ... fullsize=1 Amber Heard as Lizzy, Regina's girlfriend.
http://www.amber-heard.org/gallery/disp ... fullsize=1 Anna Torv as Rita "the gossip queen" MaQueen, the sleeziest gossip writer in town, who's very interested by the murders.
http://www.anna-torv.net/gallery/displa ... fullsize=1 Rachel Bilson as Carly, Kate's confused and unfortunate roommate.
http://rachel-b.org/photos/displayimage ... fullsize=1 Katherine Heigl as Jenny Post, Miss Flint's personal assistant.
http://www.katherine-heigl.com/gallery/ ... fullsize=1 with Jennifer Garner as Nicole Flint, Virginia's lawyer/business manager who may have her own agenda.
http://www.jen-fans.com/gallery/display ... fullsize=1 and Rosamund Pike as Dr. Hilary Rose. L.A.'s top plastic surgeon who's somehow connectred with these murders.
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php? ... nd&thumb=6 Special apperances...
Mary Elizabeth Winstead as
http://mary-winstead.net/gallery/displa ... fullsize=1 Holly Valance.
http://hollyvalance.us/gallery/displayi ... fullsize=1 Olivia Wilde.
http://oliviawildefan.com/photos/displa ... fullsize=1 Michelle Ryan.
http://michelle-ryan.org/gallery/displa ... fullsize=1 Deanna Russo.
http://knightrideronline.com/news/bfu.p ... _attribute and Christina Hendricks.
http://img.skinnyvscurvy.com/2009/08/ch ... squire.jpg Note that I chose to only include one photo of each character in the cast list so its not cluttered but many will have more looks or outfits than shown, the one chosen most describes the style of the character.
Chapter 1. A Tight Spot.
I've been through a lot in my life, had more problems than anyone should and managed to get myself in some tight spots that on hindsight were just absurd.
But the one I found myself in at the current moment wasn't absurd, it was dangerous.
I looked the man sitting across from me in the eye... Eddie Fits, a key player in New York's human trafficking market.
He was the sort of dickweed that wore eyeliner and painted his fingernails black.
His face had more metal in it that my Colt did.
Even if I were to go to the nearest swamp and flip a rock over, I doubt I'd find filth worse than him under it.
I thought to myself how I kept getting myself into these bulls**t situations but I felt reassured that at least this time I was doing it for the right reason.
A 12 year old girl named Chloe.
She had been kidnapped by Fits people from her parents three nights ago and seeing as her father was my brother, I felt obligated to look into it so I hoped the next plane and I had spent the last couple of days tracking her down.
I had it on good authority that Eddie was planning on putting her on a ship to Russia tonight where she'd be sold for god knows what and I wasn't about to let that happen and I was more than willing to shot dead anyone in my way.
I had arrived at the club tonight to try and make him a deal but I was fairly sure he wouldn't accept it... his life for Chloe's release.
I looked around the room we were sitting in, the office Eddie's kept in the nightclub he operated out of near the docks, Deaths door.
Catchy name for a club and tonight it might be accurate.
I had been led back deep into the building but the techno music was still banging so loud in my ears I felt a headache coming on.
Eddie sat with a smug look on his face behind his desk, laughing.
To his right stood a very beautiful young woman dressed long heeled leather boots, black jeans, a tight leather jacket and gloves missing fingers.
The jacket was zipped down to her breasts, giving me full view of her ample cleavage.
Her beauty was simply staggering, the lips were full and red, the dark brown hair long, thick and cascading down her back, she looked much like an angel with a dark side but as I've learned from bitter experience, looks can be deceiving.
Her name was Starina and she was about as much of an angel as Eddie was. She was his right hand and from what I gathered his chief executioner.
http://mary-winstead.net/gallery/displa ... fullsize=1 I could tell that she was itching to riddle me full of bullets with that uzi, she was poorly hiding behind her back.
I glanced over my shoulder at the big guy in a sweat suit that was guarding the door.
He had a revolver the size of a tv sticking out of his pants.
A violent snees and he'd blow his dick off.
Another beautiful girl say on the right edge of Eddie's desk and like Starina she was more beast than beauty.
The girl looked like a model in every way, she seemed designed for it, her legs were long, her brown eyes seductive and mysterious, her smile wicked and her figure slim and alluring.
The legs were crossed and the heels of her knee length leather stiletto boots clanged together.
I knew that this was Katrina, Eddie's girlfriend/property, a former russian model turned murderer, dealer, thief, kidnapper and all sorts of other sh*t.
http://hollyvalance.us/gallery/displayi ... fullsize=1 She was twirling locks of her long, light brown hair with a finger of her right hand as her left ran up her thighs, slowly towards the hem of her low cut, inoppropriatly short blue dress.
She looked at me and winked as she did, no doubt she was trying to distract me.
But the only thing that could possibly distract me was the sight of the beautiful young woman lying back and relaxing on the couch up against the wall on my left.
She was everything a woman should be.
The sexuality positively beamed off of her and she made me feel grateful that I was a man.
I nearly lost it as she rubbed her pantyhose clad thighs together and bit her lips.
Her ample breasts pressed up against the fabric of her gray dress that reached down to her upper thighs.
The leopard coat she wore was clinging on by her shoulders.
Her skin was smoother than I thought possible and her lips the fullest, most desirable I had ever seen.
The woman ran her fingers through her short blonde hair and I caught a glimpse in her bright blue eyes.
http://www.scarlett-photos.com/displayi ... fullsize=1 I found myself re-living the sex me and her had experienced the night before, and the night before that and so on and on.
The truth was that this was Janelle Hoberman, the lovely gal that had taken over as my assistant after I "fired" Julie the year before.
My friend Max was still aching with jealousy.
Having been burned by the Julie incident, I felt reluctant to get involved with another assistant but self control was never my strongest side.
We had been sleeping together for a better part of a year now and I still had not found a reason to regret it.
I had sent her to club an hour before I arrived, knowing that Eddie never could resist inviting the best looking women guests of the club into his office for a little party, most left looking and feeling worse than they did when they got in, some never left at all.
She was my ace in the hole, my back-up if things turned ugly, which they almost always did.
I was counting on her to help me stay alive long enough to find my niece.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Eddie yelled enter annoyed.
In walked a truly beautiful woman around Janelle's age dressed only in white knee high socks, with a pink silk sash drapped down her front barely covering her breasts and matching silk panty's.
She was tall, slim and thin, built in perfect proportions.
Her thick, dark hair framed her strong character filled face beautifully and I could see lust in her seductive green eyes.
I remembered seeing her on the stage in the club when I came in.
She was Carly, the star of the nightclub's erotic show.
http://oliviawildefan.com/photos/displa ... fullsize=1 (special apperance by Olivia Wilde)
"Yes, what the f**k do you want?"
Eddie asked annoyed.
"I...I, just wanted...to..."
The poor girl stammered out nervous, most likely she was terrified of Eddie.
"Spit it out woman."
Eddie interrupted her rudely.
She was so nervous just being close to Eddie and I was sure she had suffered something at his hands in the past.
Finally she worked up the nerve.
Its about these new shifts you're making us work and it..."
She began.
"Shut up you dumb bitch and don't bother me with this bulls**t now."
Eddie spat at her angerly.
She seemed terrified and regretful of her words and made towards the door but Eddie stopped her.
"Wait there. I'll deal wit hyou as soon as I´m done with this sucker over here."
Eddie said, refering to me.
Carly stopped and stood still, near frozen in the right side of the room.
Eddie's attention shifted back on me.
"Bitches, huh."
He said with a snort.
I reached inside my jacket and pulled out my pack of smokes.
One left, I hope that wasn't some sort of a message from fate.
I placed it between my lips and lit it with the lighter I took from Eddie's desk without asking.
"So?"
I asked.
"So what?"
Eddie asked curious.
"We got a deal?"
I said calmly.
"What sort of deal?"
Eddie had a stupid grin on his face as he leaned forward.
"The girl for your life."
I said firmly, meaning every word.
A big smile came to his ugly face and he looked up at Starina laughing as if I had made a joke.
I didn't see what was so funny but she seemed to get it and laughed as well.
Then Katrina joined in and I was starting to feel irritated.
"Seems that Mr. Monroe's gotten a little confused about where he's sitting."
Eddie declared as he faced me again, still with that f***ing grin on his face.
"He's clearly confusing his brain with his dick."
Starina said amused and I noticed that she was pulling the uzi into view.
"Looks like someone's itching for an early grave."
Katrina said with her thick russian accent.
"Last chance Eddie. Yes or no?"
I said firmly, my heart was racing but I didn't show it.
Eddie's smile faded and he knew I meant business but still he wasn't concerned.
I watched his hand slide under his desk and grip what I assumed to be either a sawed off shotgun or a grossly over sized handgun of some sort.
There was that all too familiar look of death in his eyes and I knew that within seconds one of us would be dead.
My hand was already gripping the revolver I had in my coat pocket and I was estimating how long it would take to draw my trusty Colt from the holster under my left armpit with my left hand.
I covertly signaled Janelle with a nod and she nodded back, her hand sliding carefully to the hidden holster strapped to her thigh.
Starina had a look of anticipation on her face and she bit her lower lip.
I cocked the revolver in my pocket.
I sucked in the last smoke from the cigarette, hoping it wouldn't be my last and stubbed it out on the desk.
"That's too bad Eddie."
I said calmly as I aimed the revolver at him though the coat pocket.
"Yes, too bad."
He said seriously.
I pulled the trigger of the revolver and shot Eddie Fits squarely in the chest, twice.
He screamed and was thrown back in his chair but his finger managed to squeeze the trigger of whatever was under the desk.
Instinctively I hurled myself to the floor a split second before the shotgun blast blasted out of the desk and smashed the back of the chair I had been sitting in.
The guard by the door yelled out as shells for Eddie's shot ripped into his leg and he fell over, clutching his injuries.
Katrina screamed with panic and dove to the floor.
Starina was stunned by what had happened but she was still quick enough to raise her uzi and she would have riddled my to pieces as I lay on the floor had it not been for Janelle.
I stared into the barrel of the uzi and saw the red lips smiling with satisfaction when suddenly a bullet ripped into the center of her right breast.
She screamed out painfully and her face whinched from the pain she felt in her firm, breast.
A splatter of her blood squirted into the air and drops of it sprayed in her face.
Her hands flew up in the air as she staggered backwards, her heels barely keeping her upright and her finger pulled the trigger, sending the hail of bullets she had meant for me higher and to the right, right where poor Carly stood.
Carly's eyes widened with shock as bullet after bullet ripped into her smooth skin and buired themselves into her stomach.
"Hhhhuuuurrrrgggghhhh..."
Her gasp was painfilled and horrible.
Carly staggered back and looked down in horror at the three new holes in her gut, one just to the right of her bellybutton, one right below it and one had replaced it.
She moaned and clutched the holes with both hands as three identical red streams began poaring out of them and running down to her panty's.
She looked up with such sadness and shock in her beautiful face, she couldn't understand why this had happeend to her.
Another painful moan escaped her lips before she fell to her knees and slumped forward to her right side.
She lay still clutching her wounds and her feet kicked on the floor as the bullets burned in her stomach.
Furious Janelle pumped two more bullets from her small pistol into Starina.
The first hit her under the right breast and the second sank deep into her left breast.
Starina screamed out as each bullet drilled themselves into her body and she jerked on her feet as she slammed into the wall behind her.
The uzi fell from her grip and clattered on the floor.
Blood flowed down her leather jacket from all three wounds.
Staria looked at Janelle with utter hatred for a second before her eyes fell dark and sightless.
"Eeeerrrrggghhhhh..."
Starina sighed as her heels lost their grip on the floor and she slowly slide down the wall, leaving two smears of blood on the wall.
She came down on her ass and fell limp, her hands fell by her side and her head slumped to her left side.
She sat there up against the wall, eyes wide open and lifeless, the toes of her boots pointing up at the cealing and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth.
Confident that Starina was dead, I rolled to my right side and saw the wounded guard pulling the huge gun out of his pants.
He turned it on me.
I turned the revolver on him.
He beat me to it but he was a lousy shot and only hit the bottum drawer of the filing cabinate behind the desk.
Now it was my turn.
I shot him dead center of the chest and he yelled out and the gun fell from his grip but to make sure I shot him three more times in the chest.
He rolled to his back stone dead.
I dropped the empty revolver and reached for my Colt just as Katrina sprung to her feet, a knife she had pulled from her boot in her hand and aimed at Janelle's unsuspecting back.
She had turned her attention on Carly's whimpering in a pool of her own blood and didn't notice Katrina.
"Watch out."
I called as I struggled to get the Colt out of the holster, I hated the stupid snaps.
Janelle turned and raised her pistol but Katrina was quick enough to kick it from her hand and lunge herself at her, knocking her down on the couch.
She thrust her knife down at Janelle's face and Janelle just barely was able to stop it from sinking into her eye by grabbing Katrina's hand.
Katrina straddled Janelle on the couch and every ounce of her strength was going into plunding the blade into Janelle, who's every ounce of strength wen't into stopping the blade from doing so.
Both women stared into each others eyes.
There was a mad look of hatred in Katrina's eyes.
Then suddenly....BANG.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh...."
Katrina gasped with shock and her eyes widened.
Her breasts pressed hard up against her dress as her back arched and she felt a sharp pain in-between her shoulderblades.
Janelle stared in to Katrina's face, it was painted with utter disbelieve.
She tried to say something but instead of words, blood ran out from between her lips and down her cheek.
She lost the grip on the knife and sighed.
Her body fell limp and she slumped dead ontop of Janelle.
Janelle sighed and rolled the dead russian off of her.
Katrina's lifeless body rolled off the couch and landed on her back.
I lowered the smoking Colt and rolled off of my stomach and stood up.
"What took you so long?"
Janelle asked pissed.
"Damn snaps. I told you to get me the black one."
I said as I pointed at the empty holster under my armpit.
"The brown goes better with your face."
Janelle said casually as she shrugged.
A painfileld moan from Carly turned our attention to her and we both rushed to her.
She still lay on her side,clutching her wounds, blood was seeping through her fingers and they were soaked.
A pool had collected on the floor beside her.
She was barely moving anymore, only shivering.
I got down on my knees by her and gently rolled her to her back.
The silk sash fell away and her bare breasts looked my in the face.
Blood was poaring from her mouth and she looked scared.
I told her she would be okay.
One look at her wounds and I knew I had lied.
A final wave of pain rushed through her body and then her body relaxed.
She gurgled her final breath and then she was still.
Her green eyes stared up at me without seeing and her lips were apart.
Her hands slide off of the wounds on her gut and thudded on the floor
The blood streamed up her abdomen towards her breasts, whose erect nipples pointed up in the air.
I felt sorry for her and closed her eyes and carefully covered the breasts up again with the sash.
I stood up and looked at Janelle seriously.
"We need to find the girl."
I said firmly.
Then I heard a gurgle behind me and I turned and saw Eddie Fits chocking on blood in his chair.
He was still alive but barely.
I walked to the edge of the desk and stared at him coldly.
"Where's the girl?"
I asked.
He spat up some blood and laughed weakly.
"G...ggoo..tt...o..hheell..Mo..nro...e..."
He stuttered.
I felt the anger boiling in me and gripped the handle of the Colt.
"You first."
I said ice cold.
Then I put a bullet through his head, splattering blood and brain chunks all over the wall behind him.
I holstered the Colt and turned to Janelle.
"Lets search them Gavin. We might find a clue or something."
She suggested.
I nodded and she walked over to Katrina's body and I to Starina's body.
Katrina lay on her back, her left leg bent under the right one and her arms lay by her side.
Her brown eyes stared up lifelessly and blood tricked down her cheek.
A pool of blood was running from under her back.
Starina's body sat up against the wall, her hands in her lap, her feet straight out and her head slumped on her shoulder.
Her dark eyes stared out at nothing and blood was dripping from her red lips.
Blood was running down her chest and abdomen from the bulletholes in her chest.
Janelle carefully felt Katrina's body up with her hands but found nothing hidden.
She slipped her hands inside her bra but found only hard nipples.
Her panty's held no secret aside from what you'd normally expect to find there.
Finally she unzipped Katrina's leather boots and pulled them off one by one, leaving the corpse barefoot.
There was nothing in the boots and she dropped them beside Katrina and moved over to guard.
She winched at the thought of touching that fat sack of dead meat.
I started by pulling Starina's boots off, one after the other and found nothing in them.
I let them drop by the barefoot body and unzipped her jacket and saw that she had nothing on under there and her bloodsoaked breasts said hello.
I covered her up again and checked the pockets of her jeans.
There I found her cell and I read the latest text message she had sent, which said... Dock 3, gray container, number 5557392022.
I couldn't be sure it was about Chloe but it was all I had going on.
"Janelle. I've got it."
I called out.
Then I rushed out of the room with Janelle following.
Chapter 2. The feel of the blade in my hand.
Right behind.
Chapter 2. The feel of the blade in my hand.
From behind a small crate, Janelle and I watched as a car pulled up next to container number 5557392022 and three woman stept out.
A man sat still behind the wheel.
One of the women shouted out an order in russian, she was definitly the one in charge.
One of the otehr two carried a machine gun.
The third one took out a key and began unlocking the container.
I knew that I had to play this one smart and quiet, at least to start.
I took a switchblade out of my pocket and told Janelle to cover me.
She grabbed my arm.
"Gavin be careful."
She said with concern.
"I will."
I said softly as I gave her a reassuring smile.
Then I pulled her to me and kissed her passionatly on the mouth.
Janelle wrapped her hands around me and kissed me back.
I broke free of her embrace and snuck off to get closer.
I jumped behind a smaller container quite close to the one they were by and I peeked out.
Now I could get a good look at them.
The woman with the machine gun stood watch as the other two talked in russian as one of them worked on unlocking the container.
The one that seemed to be in charge was a real stunner.
Her hair was firy red and the tiny, short black cocktail dress she had on barely contained her ample curves, her large breasts were straining the dress to breaking point, it was a sight to behold.
http://thebiglead.com/wp-content/upload ... uire_2.jpg (special appearance by Christina Hendricks)
The one carrying the machine gun was just as beautiful as the redhead in her zipped up leather jacket, leather boots and delightfully tight jeans.
Her hair was darkbrown and even in this darkness at a distance I could tell that her eyes were exceptionally beautiful, very one of a kind.
She had the kind of lips I just wanted to kiss.
http://michelle-ryan.org/gallery/displa ... fullsize=1 (special appearance by Michelle Ryan)
The one working on the containers lock looked ravishing in the elegant green dress that reached down to her knees.
Her heels matched the dress and so did her feline eyes.
The hair was raven black and suited her perfectly.
http://knightrideronline.com/news/bfu.p ... _sarah.jpg (Special apperance by Deanna Russo)
I found myself wondering what the hell it was about Eddie Fits operation and stunning women.
I almost regretted that these beauty's would have to die tonight but then again, they brought it on themselves.
I signaled Janelle to get ready and I moved closer.
My foot bumped into an iron pipe on the ground and it clattered loudly.
All three russians jumped and looked carefully in my direction.
Luckily they didn't see me as I was in a dark spot.
I jumped behind the nearest container and cursed myself for being such a fool.
The redhead shouted some order and the woman with the machine gun huried to help the brunette with the container while she herself pulled a pistol from her handbag and walked towards me.
She had decided to investigate the noise herself.
I liked her, she had guts but it would be the end of her.
The only sound heard was the clicking of her high heels as she moved closer.
I flicked the switchblade open.
I had never killed anyone with a knife before and I wasn't looking forward to popping that cherry especially with such a wonderous woman, it seemed so in your face brutal and cruel but for my innocent niece I'd do anything.
The woman drew closer, the beretta in her hand by her side.
She walked carefully into the darkness, I could hear that her breathing was calm, under control.
I backed up further into the darkness as I couldn't be seen.
The woman came into view and she looked right at me but she couldn't see me.
I was maybe four steps away from her and I decided to take a chance.
I rushed forward at her, the blade pointed out at her.
She gasped in shock as I appearded suddenly out of the darkness and tried to raise her beretta but it was much too late.
I plunged the blade deep into her belly, just below the bellybutton and she gasped a second time but with pain this time.
My left hand pressed over her lips so her screams of agony weren't heard and I felt blood touch my palm.
The beretta fell from her hand and clattered on the ground.
I pulled her up against the container and let her rest up against it.
I saw the fear and pain in her eyes as she stared into mine and at that moment I hated myself but I kept telling myself she was bad and she had it coming, being mixed up in these horrible crimes.
Blood trickled down her dress and down to her thighs.
Her hands grabbed mine but she lacked the strength to do anything.
She tried to scream but my hand made it a faint whisper only I heard, I wished I hadn't.
A stream of blood ran from under my hand and down her cheek.
A red tear ran down her chin and trickled down to her breast where it continued to ran down her magnificent cleavage.
Part of me envyed that tear.
I wanted to end it so I pushed the blade in as deep as it could.
She moaned and I felt her body shaking up against mine.
For a moment her eyes gazed into mine and then the light in them went out and she fell limp up against me.
Her head fell on my shoulder and her eyes stared off of it into the darkness.
I slowly pulled the knife out of her stomach and turned her dead body in my arms so that I could take hold of her under the armpits and I dragged her further into cover.
Her heels dragged on the ground and her arms hung in the air limp as I pulled her.
I gently lowered her onto her back on the ground and I looked down on her.
She lay with her legs straight and the toes of her shoes pointing up.
Her arms lay limp by her side.
The eyes were staring up at me and it felt bad so I reached down and closed them.
There was plenty of time for self loathing and regret later, now I had a little girl to save.
I carefully peeked out at the remaining baddies and saw that the woman with the machine gun was getting anxious.
The one in the green dress was still having trouble with the lock, I heard her mutter something in russian and I got the feeling she was cursing either the lock or the key.
I saw that Janelle had snuck up on the left side of the car and she was now in firing range but I was still worried about all the things that could go wrong.
I moved quietly in the shadows nearer and nearer, the bloodstained switchblade in my hand and my Colt within reach.
I wanted to try and do this quietly and keep the shooting to a minimum.
The less bullets flying, the less chance that Janelle or Chloe would catch one, not to mention myself.
Getting shot wasn't on my agenda.
The one with the machine gun was my big concern, I knew that if I managed to take her out of play, Janelle could handle the other one and the man in the car.
Finally I caught a break and the woman with the machine gun turned to the one in the green dress and I had my chance.
It was risky, all that the man in the car had to do was to look up from what he was reading and he'd see me but I felt confident I'd make it.
I moved towards her quickly, the blade aimed for her back but seconds before I could slip it in her, the man behind the wheek looked up at the worst moment possible and spotted me.
His eyes widened with shock and then the bastard did the only thing he could think of and honked the horn frantically.
This of course made the women both turn towards me.
I felt like a deer caught in headlight and for a second, I stood frozen.
Then the woman leveled her machine at me and I caught a smirk on her lips.
I just barely managed to hurl myself behind a crate on my right as hot lead whizzed by my head.
More bullets slammed into the crate and I was pinned like a fool.
The man behind the wheel didn't bother getting out of the car but he did stick his sub machine gun out of the window and join in on blasting the crate I was cowering behind.
I drew the Colt and returned fire.
The woman was smart and jumped behind a nearby container as one of my bullets missed her head by an inch.
The woman in the green dress pulled a pistol from her handbag and was about to shoot at me when Janelle finally decided to join in.
She popped up from her hiding place and shot the woman in green right between the eyes.
Damn, she was a good shot.
The woman in green's head jerked backwards as the bullet ripped into her skull.
She let out a loud sigh and the shock of her sudden death was painted on her pretty face.
Her arms flew up in the air as her body was thrown into the container behind her.
She bounced off of it and fell limp as a ragdoll into the ground and lay still in a heap.
The other woman fired a short burst at Janelle but she dodged it by ducking down behind her crate.
A shot from me boucned off of the container near her head and she retreated further behind the container.
Janelle fired at the car and shattered the back window.
This pissed the guy off and he sent a burst of fire at her before he slammed the car into reverse and backed it right into the crate she was behind, smashing it to bits.
Janelle had been jam if she hadn't thrown herself out from behind it and landed hard on the ground.
She dropped her gun and now she was a sitting duck as the man stuck his sub machine gun of the drivers window at her and grinned.
I had one chance and I took careful aim.
The Colt roared and my bullet passed through the front windshield, his head and out the shattered back window and ended up in a container behind the car.
The man jerked back in his seat and then he fell forward and his head slammed into the wheel set of the cars honk, which sounded constant and load, drowing out any other sounds.
"You okay?"
I called out to Janelle.
"Yeah."
She called back as she got back ot her feet.
There was no sign of the last woman.
It concerned me.
I called out to Janelle to keep her head down and I carefully got out from my cover and walked to the container the woman had hid behind, the Colt raised and ready.
There was nothing there except for her smoking machine gun, lying empty and discarded on the ground amidst dozens of empty bullet casings.
Where the hell had she gone?
With all these containers around this harbour was a damn mace and darkness didn't help.
I cursed myself for letting her slip away.
Now we had to be covering our backs.
I turned to face Janelle and my heart lept to my throat.
The woman in the leather jacket was sneeking up on the unsuspecting Janelle, a knife ready in her hand.
Janelle was blocking my shot completely.
"Behind you."
I called out loudly.
Janelle quickly turned on her heel and saw the woman about to run the knife into her and she acted.
She grabbed the woman's hand as she thrusted the knife at her and steared the blade back into her.
The woman in the leather jacket gasped in pain and shock as her own knife plunged deep into her, right below the left breast.
"HHHhhhhuuurrrrrrggggghhhhh..."
Her beautiful eyes widened up as much as they could as the reality of what had happened washed over her.
She looked down in shock at her blade sticking out of her and watche din disbelieve as her blood trickled down her leather jacket.
She grabbed ahold of Janelle to hold herself upright as her balance started to give away and her stiletto heels scratched on the ground.
Blood broke through the barriers of her lips and flowed down her cheeks.
Her eyes met Janelle's and she felt an urge to strangle Janelle and she grabbed her throat with one hand but she was much too weak to do it.
Janelle grinned coldly at her and hit the hand away as she pushed the knife in deeper.
The woman sighed and her eyes lost their spark.
She fell backwards and collapsed on the ground, dead.
Janelle stood for a moment holding the bloody knife that got pulled out of the woman as she fell and looked down on her.
The beautiful eyes stared up at her blank and her bloodstained lips barely touched.
Her hands lay spread-eagled on the ground.
The left leg was bent at the knee outward and the righ was straight.
More blood oozed from the stab wound in her chest.
I came up behind Janelle and set my hand on her shoulder and asked her if she was okay.
She dropped the knife, turned to me and hugged me close to her.
I put my hand around her and kissed her on the cheek.
I was so relieved that she was still alive.
We huried to the container the russians had been trying to open and I looked around for the key.
I went over to then dead woman in green and looked down on her body.
Her green eyes stared vacantly up at me and her face was expressionless, the mouth was lokced in the O shape of her last gasp.
There was blood leaking down her face from the bullethole between her eyes.
She lay in a heap with one leg ontop of the other, her right shoe had fallen off her bare foot and lay beside her body.
The hands lay ontop of her chest and stomach.
This was the first time I could see just how beautiful she was...shame.
Then I saw what I hoped to see, the key still clutched in her left hand.
I bent down and pryed it from her grip, she really didn't want to let go of it at first.
After about a minute of of trying to get the key to work on this rusty old lock I lost my patience and just shot the lock in pieces.
Why I didn't do it right away was beyond me.
Janelle rolled her eyes over my barbarism.
I pulled the container door open and rushed.
The container was pitchblack but the light streaming in from the open door let me see her.
There she was, my beautiful little niece, cowering in the corner, her blonde hair that was just like her mothers was dirty and she was shaking with fear.
"Chloe."
I said softly.
She carefully looked up as she heard my voice say her name and I saw a smile come to her lips as she saw that she hadn't imagined my voice.
She broke into a smile and rushed to her feet and into my arms and hugged me for dear life.
"Uncle Gavin. I knew you'd come."
She said loudly as tears began streaming down her cheek.
"Of course I did. Your the only one in the family I can stand."
I said truthfully.
I carried her out of the container, careful to cover her eyes so she didn't see the body's of the russians and I walke dwith her a bit away from the scene.
In the distance the police sirens sounded and I knew that I had a lot of explaning to do but I didn't care.
I had gotten Chloe back unharmed.
As far as I was concerned, they could lock me up if they felt like it.
I sat down on a box with Chloe still in my arms and looked out on the Hudson river and watched the lights from Manhattan reflecting in it.
Janelle sat down next to me and kissed me on the cheek.
I felt better than I had done in a long time.
Little did I know that my troubles in New York were just starting, at a birthday party held in the penthouse of the city's most exclusive building across town.
Chapter 3. Murder at the social event of the season.
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another nice chapter 
