chapter 151

word count: 1801

“stanley fucking lefkowich is on the phone..” one of boa’s male minions droned.. “you wanna talk to him? or you want that i should find out what he wants?”

“find out what he wants..” the elusive woman that had come to be known solely as, boa, responded disinterestedly,, as she reclined on an overstuffed red velvet chaise,, feigning interest in her ever perfect, dagger like black nails..

the brutish fellow, with right in between little and no elocution of the english language whatsoever, left the door ajar momentarily,, as he departed the doorway to go express his boss lady’s wishes to lefkowich,, only to return almost instantaneously with his response..

“he says the big guy wants you at ‘silk’.. he says he wants you there at 7:30..”

“hmmp.. tell him i’ll be there.” boa half stated,, half sighed,, as she fluttered her luxuriously long legs aptly capped with black patent leather stilettos,, admiring them as the most adept tools she knew them only too well to be..

as soon as boa was sure the muscle bound oaf had retreated to his post,, and the floor to ceiling solid oak door was securely closed between them,, with one effortlessly elegant movement,, she was on her feet,, surveying her total package in the floor to ceiling three paneled mirror that engulfed a considerable portion of 'the office’,, as she had affectionately dubbed her stateroom in the penthouse apartment of the entourage hotel..   

she pursed her lips seductively,, as she pleasured herself with her own flawless reflection,, taking it in,, in all its glory,, from every conceivable angle..   

“hmm..” she purred to herself as she remained mesmerized by the very sight of herself in the grand mirror,,  “if it is so fucking important to him,, why didn’t he call me himself??”

with that,, she dropped her shimmering mane of ebony curls down to the small of her back with a simple toss of the head and laughed insidiously, as she remained focused on her own impeccable image..

“silly boys…”

***

gil and hank had no trouble persuading the rent-a-cop security team at the hospital to turn buzz over into their custody.. in fact given buzz’s predisposition for being a pain in the ass,, they were only to glad to see him go.. 

as soon as the three of them were in the corridor,, with the security offices door tightly closed behind them,, buzz started in on his fellow detectives..

“i want some answers, and i want them now!!” he barked.

gil and hank,, both of whom had expected something that even resembled a ‘thank you’ before buzz jumped headlong down their throats,, looked at each other,, rolled their eyes, shrugged their shoulders,, and simultaneously wrote it off as buzz,, just being buzz,, before either of them accommodated him with any further information.. 

“now!!” an impatient buzz bellowed.. his demanding voice echoing off the walls of the basement corridor as the three of them approached the elevator.. 

“ok,” hank was the first to speak up.. “looks like the foster parents, errm,,  john and lisa,, both went to work,, leaving the boys at home alone.. they had been informed by deeds and sotherland,, the two plain clothes that caught the protection detail that morning,, that it was absolutely safe to do so as they were under orders not to let anyone come or go from the house in their absence..”

“c’mom, c’mon, c’mon..” buzz chided him along.. “get to the meat here.” as he, without any prior notice, smacked the stop button in the elevator, bringing it to an abrupt halt..

“whoa!!” gil remarked as his stomach did what could only be described as a flip flop when the elevator came to agitated rest between floors.. 

“so anyway,” hank continued through pursed lips,, the only outward sign to manifest itself,, as he was growing quickly perturbed with buzz's impatient antics, “it appears that unbeknownst to deeds and sotherland,, the house was under surveillance by a couple of stan the man’s guys,, you know the guy that picked up where tobin left off?” 

“i don’t give a fuck about all that!!” buzz snarled, as he rolled his hand in the air signifying he wanted hank to cut to the chase.. 

gil jumped in, “long story short,, deeds and sotherland made a potty run,, the thugs we now have in custody,,  nick, ‘salami’ solumbrino, and lenny ‘the puck’ moskowitz seized the opportunity to have a go at the house.. somehow or another the boys saw it coming and they ingeniously set a trap for the two thugs,, cleverly coating the kitchen floor with cooking oil and a box of roofing nails..”

buzz still rolling his hand in the air,, and visibly reddening with utter frustration,, somehow succeeded in keeping his mouth shut as gil continued..

“ok, ok, “ gil stammered a minute as he collected his thoughts and tried to summarize things into a context that would better fit the few seconds he had left before buzz blew a gasket..

“so the trap worked,, the thugs went down, but unfortunately so did the kid,, trudy’s kid, what’s his name?”

“elliot.” hank quickly interjected.

“yeah, elliot went down,,  then either adam, or the other kid called 911.. acute abdominal pain is the word from the first responders on trudy’s kid.. he is currently in emergency surgery as the x-rays showed a foreign mass of some kind in the kids stomach or something.”

satisfied that the information, ,that he had all but pulled like a sore tooth out of gil and hank, was about as complete as it was gonna get, buzz popped the stop button,, and the elevator lurched back into its ascent.. 

“and now for the bad news,” said hank, still holding on to the handrail on the wall of the elevator just in case buzz decide to bring the car to yet another abrupt stand still, “that fill in house keeper of yours,, and trudy hunt are at each others throats,, and both of them are gonna be in the waiting room when we get there..”

“fuck!!” buzz exclaimed as he grabbed the back of his neck,, and winced at the news..  as if he didn’t already have enough problems.. 

“what happened there?” he was almost afraid to ask. “i was the one that sent priscilla over to get trudy..”

“well somehow or another trudy made it to the precinct before priscilla ever got around to collecting her,, and well, let me just say,, it was once again necessary to restrain her..”

“fuckin’ trudy..” buzz huffed as the three of them exited the elevator and headed toward the surgical waiting room.. none of them quite sure what degree of havoc  would be awaiting them there.. 

***

algernon english fumbled through every pocket on his overcoat before he finally located his cell in his sport coat pocket,, and put a quick end to its ‘rule britannia‘ ringtone.. 

“english heah’” he spoke into his phone in a thick british accent which he reserved solely for calls marked by the “rule britannia’ ring tone, as he had assigned it to both winnifred and priscilla's cell numbers, and thus knew it would be one or the other of them on the line. 

“algie??” winnifred  queried..

“at your service!!” algernon responded in a tone of voice that suggested he was clicking his heels and offering up a crisp salute..

“algie, i am afraid we have trouble.. big trouble..” winnifred advised him in a somber tone. “it seems as if we have competition,, stiff competition.. according to priscilla there is a band of thugs in hot pursuit of the stone as well..”

“thugs??” algernon queried, “as in, american thugs?”

“yes, yes of course as in american thugs!!” winifred was clearly becoming distraught, “now let me finish!! as it turns out, this according to priscilla,, they are evidently tied into some larger network,, very possibly an organized crime family. this is certainly a turn i was clearly not prepared for this case to take.."

“nor was i.” algie responded, as he thoughtfully stroked his goatee, the way he always did when he was contemplating a matter of great significance.. 

“to further complicate matters,, one of the boys that we believe to be in possession of the diamond,, has taken desperately ill.. it’s the boy, elliot, and he just happens to be the son of that despicable woman detective miller insists on keeping company with,, trudy hunt.."

“oh my!!” algie exclaimed.. “that indeed complicates matters further.”

“i’ve got a bad feeling about all of this algie.. when i spoke to priscilla just now,, she was on her way to the hospital,, she claims she is headed there to extract some further intel from the boys as to the whereabouts of the diamond.. but if i know priscilla at all,, and i do believe i do,, she has much more on her mind than that..  and i am afraid that 'much more that she has on her mind', is going to include a confrontation with that awful hunt woman.. i could tell by priscilla’s omniscient tone of voice,, that she has taken it upon herself to sink her womanly talons into my detective miller!!”

“oh, my!! this certainly does complicate things..” algie still stroking his goatee spoke,, although winnifred could tell he was lost in thought and very possibly not paying attention at all.. 

“algie!!” she heightened the tone of her voice in order to snap him back into the moment. “this is a situation that must be diffused,, and diffused  immediately.. i don’t know exactly how you are going to go about it,, but you must see to it that priscilla not only puts a reign on her womanly wiles,, but in the name of all that the crown stand for,, that she is promptly replaced at the miller household by someone more suitable until i am able to resume my duties there!! i told you she would bring trouble algie!! i hate to say ‘i told you so’,, but i did!! oh how i wish you had consulted with me first..”

“now, now, winnie,, you can count on me.. i got us into this,, and i will get us out!” algernon summoned his most authoritative intonation,, although he knew from experience winnifred would see right through it.. 

“that is quite what i am afraid of!!” a clearly exasperated winnifred announced. 

“algie,, now listen to me, and listen to me well,, you must, i repeat must, find a way to withdraw priscilla from this case.. she has created a situation here, in which she has caused herself to become a liability,, and at this point….”

“yes, yes, “ algernon interjected as he tried his best to assure her, “i have it in hand.. i have it in hand, i tell you!! no need for worry on your part, winnie,, you just concentrate on getting yourself out of that hospital!! the crown needs you’re expertise now more than ever!!”