chapter 95

word count: 1445

and catch it she did.. her precious concoction of sour cream and paprika laced liberally with strychnine slid smoothly into her hand just as it slipped off the edge of the table.. 

“good save!!” gil chimed as simone safely set the bowl back on the bedside table.. 

“that would have been a disaster!!” simone responded..  gil none the wiser as to the double meaning of those words.. 

“you have got to try this.. it is my mama’s special recipe.. of course i have added a bit of my own flair,, because i wanted it to be perfect for you!!” said simone as she handed the bowl back to gil..  

“i will admit,, it doesn’t look like much,, but oh my god!! it is sooo delish!!”

with that simone took a hearty spoonful for herself,, savoring the rich creamy sauce as she waited for gil to follow suit.. 

“ooh,, i like the way you do that!! you have such a sexy mouth!! wadda ya say…” gil licked his lips and looked on with delight..  

just then there was a frantic knocking sound coming from the front door..

“who on earth?” asked simone,, visibly irritated by the disruption..

“don’t answer it baby.. let’s just pretend..” gil said in a sultry tone as he set the steaming bowl back on the bedside table and took simone in his arms.. he held her tight,, as she tried to wiggle free.. 

“you just hold that thought.. “ simone whispered as she extricated herself from gils arms.. 

“this will only take a minute.. you take a couple of bites of my paprikash!! and i will be right back!”

“aw,, you’re no fun!!” gil called after her as she hurried out of the bedroom wearing nothing more than a silky housecoat.. 

gil dropped back on the pillow,, anxiously awaiting simone’s return.. just as he nestled in he heard a familiar voice.. hank?? what the hell was he doing here?? if he was trying to slip in the back door and pursue simone on the sly,, there was gonna be trouble.. 

gil sprang from the bed in attack mode.. as he thundered toward the bedroom door he heard simone call out, “gil!! it’s hank bowers,, he needs to see you!!”

gil rounded the corner,, still breathing hard. “bowers?? what the fuck are you doing here?? johnson?? is that you??” this was getting curiouser and curiouser….

“gil!!” hank exclaimed trying to hide the fact that he was ever so happy to see gil emerge from the bedroom no worse for the wear..

“sorry to barge in on you like this,, but there is an urgent matter of police business,, and, well,, it couldn’t be avoided..”

“what the hell could possibly be so important that you have to chase me down?? how the heck did you even know i was here?” asked gil,, clearly puzzled.. 

“could you step outside?? we need to have a word with you i private..” hank said, just now noticing gil was dressed in nothing but a pair of plaid boxers.. 

“maybe you better throw a little something on first??”

“oh,, this is great!!” bemoaned simone.. “this is just great!!” she called out as she stomped off retreating to the bedroom.. 

“with ya in a minute, buddy..” gil said as he followed simone into the bedroom.. 

“and i guess he couldn’t have called first?” simone said heatedly,, hands on her hips and a look of utter disgust on her face.. 

gil grabbed for his jeans and pulled them on. 

“i had my phone off.. i didn’t want any distractions..” he said as he tried to wrap his arms around simone and pull her onto the bed with him.. 

“just go!!” simone barked.. her plans were foiled,, and his touch repulsed her.. the sooner he was gone the better!!!

“don’t be pissed at me,, i had nothing to do with this!!” he exclaimed,, but could see his words were falling on deaf ears.. 

“hump!!” simone responded as she stomped into the bathroom and closed the door with a thud..

“hey come on, simone,, cut me some slack  here,, you know what it’s like to be on the job!!” gil called after her.. 

there was no response.. 

dejectedly gil pulled on his tee and slipped into this shoes.. 

“i’ll be back as soon as i can!” he called to her through the closed bathroom door. 

“i’m sorry.. really i am..”

silence.. 

“fuck!!” exclaimed gil as he headed toward the living room..  this was not at all what he had planned..

“so what the hell is going on??” he queried, as hank and johnson ushered him out the door and closed it tight behind them.. 

“i’ll fill you in when we get in the car.” hank informed him as he hurried in the direction of the unmarked car..

“this had better be good!!” gil exclaimed as he crossed the parking lot..

“this had better be unfucking believably good!!”

***

buzz had tried every trick in the book to console trudy,, all to no avail.. she had locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out..

“c’mon trudy!! don’t do me like this.. come on out here and have a little drinky poo with me.  we can forget all about mrs. dunn even being here.. it’s just you and me baby..”

“fuck you!!” trudy screamed through the bathroom door,, as she sat on the closed toilet seat and took a long pull off her trusty paisley flask.. 

“i want her out of here!! and i am not coming out until she is gone!!”

‘or until this flask runs dry’, trudy thought to herself.. 

“ok, ok,, so i’ll go have a talk with her.” buzz acquiesced.. 

“she just wants to help..”

“i don’t need any fucking help from her!! or you for that matter if you don’t get rid of her!!” trudy bellowed as she heard buzz slip out the bedroom door and draw it to a close it behind him..  

once she was sure he was gone,, she quickly slipped out the bathroom door and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the nightstand.. she tried unsuccessfully to quickly refill her flask without spilling it all over the place.. 

her curiosity was getting the best of her,, and she was dying to hear what was going on between the two of them,, so as soon as she was satisfied with the amount of vodka that had made it into the flask,, she sidled up,, and pressed her ear to the bedroom door.. 

she could only her bits and pieces of the conversation.. 

“you know i can’t do that!!” she heard mrs. dun exclaim.

“it’s not that… well it’s just that trudy..” buzzes voice trailed off.

“i’ll say she is a bit unconventional!! mr. miller, if you think for one moment i am going to leave this house in the hands of that woman!!”

‘why isn’t that bastard coming to my defense??’ trudy huffed, as she strained to hear what if anything buzz was going to say or do to make that awful woman leave.. 

“i know you’re right..”

“no there is no way she could ever..”

“maybe if you could just make yourself scarce..”

“make herself scarce my ass!!” trudy screamed out as she flung the bedroom door open and made a beeline for the kitchen.. 

“i want her out of here and i want here and i want her out of here now!! it’s either her or me buzz!! her or me!!”

“trudy, please go back in the bedroom and let us iron this out.” buzz tried to reason with her.. 

“oh!! so you want me to go?? you want me to go?? fine then you mother fucker!! i will go!!” trudy screamed as she thundered her way back into the bedroom to retrieve her purse.. 

“i never said i wanted you to go!!” buzz called out as he fell in step and followed her into the bedroom.. 

“it’s just that…”

“it’s just that nothing!!” trudy retorted as she swung around with her purse in hand and slammed head long into buzz..

“trudy..” buzz reached out to her as he pleaded with her..

but there was no stopping her.. she pushed him out of her way and headed back into the hallway.. she pounded the floor with her heels as she rushed passed mrs. dunn who stood in the kitchen doorway, looking on with disgust..

“bitch!!” trudy called out at her as he flew past her headed toward the door..  she quickly exited and slammed the door behind her.. 

trudy was halfway down the driveway before she realized she had absolutely no where to go.. and much to her dismay,, buzz was not chasing after her, begging her not to go..