It's Not Easy Being A Snoop: Part One
Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 8:53 am
Elise shakingly stifled the sobs ( or at least tried to ) that the thick knotted gag barely muffled.
She was being driven to God knows where by the two goons who'd kidnapped her and as much as she wanted to cry, scream and basically vent her frayed emotions, she didn't want to give the bastards the sadistic pleasure of seeing her in tears.
The car trunk she she'd been placed in was as you'd expect, dark and chilling and her shivering was mostly the early onset of hypothermia in the near sub-zero temperature.
She wished they had've allowed her to put her coat and gloves back on before they tied her up.
Her bare hands were numbed to the point that any further attempts to pick loose the knots on the rope binding her wrists was useless...She may as well been wearing welders gloves.
Her only hope she thought was if they were pulled over by the police she could alert them to her peril by grunting, " HELP ! " and tapping her bound feet as loud as possible, but that was a very forlorn hope indeed.
Several hours earlier... It'd been what Elise thought was a straight foward job of staking out one of the citie's less charming pieces of garbage.
Counsellor Leon McGilvray had lead a charmed life of being a long standing scumbag lawyer. You know, the type who'd find loopholes for clients he knew were guilty, but as long as the money was right and they were the kind who'd be useful as " friends in low places ", he was more than happy to ignore justice and the high morals that went with it.
That's what got Elise interested on his case.
She'd hated people who got by with corruption and knowing how to play the system unfairly since she was a kid in elementary school some twenty years ago and as an investigative journalist it was her duty to help shine the light on vermin such as he and his associates.
On a tip off from a reasonably reliable source, she'd staked out her quarry outside a diner on the less nice part of town for Leon to meet with some equally scummy friends he'd helped keep out of a well deserved jail sentence.
Nothing as vile as murder ( or worse ), but protection rackets with the occasional broken hand or knee wasn't exactly stealing candy from a baby stuff.
She sat hunched over in her " beloved " Honda Civic near freezing her ass off for two hours. Despite her long thermal skivvies, a cashmere turtleneck, and an argyle V-neck sweater layered under a woollen overcoat, she may as well been dressed for the beach.
Her efforts were finally rewarded when Leon arrived and entered the diner and was immediately met by one Gus Messino ( a local stand-over boss ) and another guy she didn't recognise.
" Time to move inside myself ", she muttered as she prepared to exit her car.
Just as she stepped onto the street two large men moved up to stand either side of her.
" Make a sound and you're dead ! ", one hissed as he revealed a silenced pistol he held under a folded newspaper.
" No sudden moves either, doll face ! ", the other added with an unfriendly smile.
Both arms were painfully gripped by the two and she was quietly walked around the corner to an awaiting black sedan.
Fear gripped her stomach as she desperately looked around for help, but there was none to be found.
To be continued...
She was being driven to God knows where by the two goons who'd kidnapped her and as much as she wanted to cry, scream and basically vent her frayed emotions, she didn't want to give the bastards the sadistic pleasure of seeing her in tears.
The car trunk she she'd been placed in was as you'd expect, dark and chilling and her shivering was mostly the early onset of hypothermia in the near sub-zero temperature.
She wished they had've allowed her to put her coat and gloves back on before they tied her up.
Her bare hands were numbed to the point that any further attempts to pick loose the knots on the rope binding her wrists was useless...She may as well been wearing welders gloves.
Her only hope she thought was if they were pulled over by the police she could alert them to her peril by grunting, " HELP ! " and tapping her bound feet as loud as possible, but that was a very forlorn hope indeed.
Several hours earlier... It'd been what Elise thought was a straight foward job of staking out one of the citie's less charming pieces of garbage.
Counsellor Leon McGilvray had lead a charmed life of being a long standing scumbag lawyer. You know, the type who'd find loopholes for clients he knew were guilty, but as long as the money was right and they were the kind who'd be useful as " friends in low places ", he was more than happy to ignore justice and the high morals that went with it.
That's what got Elise interested on his case.
She'd hated people who got by with corruption and knowing how to play the system unfairly since she was a kid in elementary school some twenty years ago and as an investigative journalist it was her duty to help shine the light on vermin such as he and his associates.
On a tip off from a reasonably reliable source, she'd staked out her quarry outside a diner on the less nice part of town for Leon to meet with some equally scummy friends he'd helped keep out of a well deserved jail sentence.
Nothing as vile as murder ( or worse ), but protection rackets with the occasional broken hand or knee wasn't exactly stealing candy from a baby stuff.
She sat hunched over in her " beloved " Honda Civic near freezing her ass off for two hours. Despite her long thermal skivvies, a cashmere turtleneck, and an argyle V-neck sweater layered under a woollen overcoat, she may as well been dressed for the beach.
Her efforts were finally rewarded when Leon arrived and entered the diner and was immediately met by one Gus Messino ( a local stand-over boss ) and another guy she didn't recognise.
" Time to move inside myself ", she muttered as she prepared to exit her car.
Just as she stepped onto the street two large men moved up to stand either side of her.
" Make a sound and you're dead ! ", one hissed as he revealed a silenced pistol he held under a folded newspaper.
" No sudden moves either, doll face ! ", the other added with an unfriendly smile.
Both arms were painfully gripped by the two and she was quietly walked around the corner to an awaiting black sedan.
Fear gripped her stomach as she desperately looked around for help, but there was none to be found.
To be continued...