Read Online She Walks in Beauty by Sarah Shankman - Free Book Online
Authors: Sarah Shankman
Tags: Mystery
Ads: Link
lip and then at his hand, which he’d scraped on the bottom of the pool. He hadn’t even noticed it was bleeding. No, she didn’t need to tell Harry that Kurt Roberts came on to all the ladies. Not today.
Over at the other side of the pool a woman Sam had met joined the security men, the manager, and the youngster. Sam watched them over Harry’s shoulder for a minute and then said to him, “You know what happens when you save somebody’s life, babe?”
“They live.”
“The Chinese believe you’re responsible for them forever. So I guess old Malachy Champion’s responsible for me and you’re responsible for that young man.”
“No way. Besides, I didn’t do that much. If I hadn’t jumped in, someone else would have.”
“I don’t think Gloria thinks so.”
Harry turned to see what Sam meant and came nose to nose with Big Gloria, who grabbed him up in a bear hug.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she cried. “You’ve already been so generous—” Her voice broke. “And now saving my Junior’s life. But I will repay you! I will!”
4
Wayne loved sitting in his studio in front of all the monitors. The third floor of the Monopoly, Action Central, that’s what he called it.
He had eight screens going. On a table in front of him, three double cheeseburgers were lined up along with a large order of fries and a half-gallon of cola. Wayne really loved pop. And a super-large box of Cracker Jacks. He couldn’t wait for the prize, but work came first.
He’d already reviewed the stuff from that morning through early afternoon. There hadn’t been anything useful. The cameras were triggered by motion in the rooms. So there were the maids, making beds, cleaning bathrooms. That was a waste. But he couldn’t rig to timers, because you couldn’t tell when the guests might pop in and out.
In 1801, the man was shaping up to be a player—the one he’d punched in the mouth. Wayne grinned at the memory of his fist connecting. The room was registered originally to the tall brunette. The little dog and the boyfriend were extra. She was worth watching, for sure. But the dog was a real pain in the ass. Twisting, turning, twitching even in his sleep, setting off the camera. There he went, up for a drink of water, over to the floor-length window. Short little sucker, what did he think he was gonna see? A Mighty Dog train pulling into town? Wayne laughed at his own joke. Now the dog was rolling over. Licking himself. Bor ing .
Then, uh-oh, middle of the afternoon, here comes the brunette. Had the boyfriend told her somebody had been fiddling with their room? Naw, she didn’t have that look about her, like she was afraid, paranoid, checking things out. Nope, she swooped in, big smile on her face, talking to that stupid little dog, kissing him, then talking to herself in the mirror. Kind of strutting back and forth like she was Miss America.
A little old, honey. Not bad, but hidey, hidey, ho. What was she up to? All right! Changing clothes. Off with the skirt, the blouse, keep going. Not bad. Absolutely not bad at all for a broad with a couple years on her.
Oh, yeah! Now, that was more like it. Off, off, take it all off, honey. Bonanza! Uh-huh. What now? Want to parade around a little while? Nope. Into the bathroom. No problem. Wayne punched a button and the bathroom camera switched in. There she was, turning on the shower. No time for a long soak in the big tub, honey? Too bad—and too bad about the shower door. It was clear, not frosted, but the water and the steam clouded it just enough so he couldn’t get a clear shot.
Then out, toweling, baboom, baboom, slipping into that pretty red swimsuit. Gonna knock ’em dead at the pool, honey. Go get ’em. Why don’t you take that squirmy little dog out there with you?
A little while later, there’d been some even better stuff in 1803.
A twofer: 1803 and 1805.
Not combining their suites. They could have if they’d had the keys to the door between them.
Over at the other side of the pool a woman Sam had met joined the security men, the manager, and the youngster. Sam watched them over Harry’s shoulder for a minute and then said to him, “You know what happens when you save somebody’s life, babe?”
“They live.”
“The Chinese believe you’re responsible for them forever. So I guess old Malachy Champion’s responsible for me and you’re responsible for that young man.”
“No way. Besides, I didn’t do that much. If I hadn’t jumped in, someone else would have.”
“I don’t think Gloria thinks so.”
Harry turned to see what Sam meant and came nose to nose with Big Gloria, who grabbed him up in a bear hug.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she cried. “You’ve already been so generous—” Her voice broke. “And now saving my Junior’s life. But I will repay you! I will!”
4
Wayne loved sitting in his studio in front of all the monitors. The third floor of the Monopoly, Action Central, that’s what he called it.
He had eight screens going. On a table in front of him, three double cheeseburgers were lined up along with a large order of fries and a half-gallon of cola. Wayne really loved pop. And a super-large box of Cracker Jacks. He couldn’t wait for the prize, but work came first.
He’d already reviewed the stuff from that morning through early afternoon. There hadn’t been anything useful. The cameras were triggered by motion in the rooms. So there were the maids, making beds, cleaning bathrooms. That was a waste. But he couldn’t rig to timers, because you couldn’t tell when the guests might pop in and out.
In 1801, the man was shaping up to be a player—the one he’d punched in the mouth. Wayne grinned at the memory of his fist connecting. The room was registered originally to the tall brunette. The little dog and the boyfriend were extra. She was worth watching, for sure. But the dog was a real pain in the ass. Twisting, turning, twitching even in his sleep, setting off the camera. There he went, up for a drink of water, over to the floor-length window. Short little sucker, what did he think he was gonna see? A Mighty Dog train pulling into town? Wayne laughed at his own joke. Now the dog was rolling over. Licking himself. Bor ing .
Then, uh-oh, middle of the afternoon, here comes the brunette. Had the boyfriend told her somebody had been fiddling with their room? Naw, she didn’t have that look about her, like she was afraid, paranoid, checking things out. Nope, she swooped in, big smile on her face, talking to that stupid little dog, kissing him, then talking to herself in the mirror. Kind of strutting back and forth like she was Miss America.
A little old, honey. Not bad, but hidey, hidey, ho. What was she up to? All right! Changing clothes. Off with the skirt, the blouse, keep going. Not bad. Absolutely not bad at all for a broad with a couple years on her.
Oh, yeah! Now, that was more like it. Off, off, take it all off, honey. Bonanza! Uh-huh. What now? Want to parade around a little while? Nope. Into the bathroom. No problem. Wayne punched a button and the bathroom camera switched in. There she was, turning on the shower. No time for a long soak in the big tub, honey? Too bad—and too bad about the shower door. It was clear, not frosted, but the water and the steam clouded it just enough so he couldn’t get a clear shot.
Then out, toweling, baboom, baboom, slipping into that pretty red swimsuit. Gonna knock ’em dead at the pool, honey. Go get ’em. Why don’t you take that squirmy little dog out there with you?
A little while later, there’d been some even better stuff in 1803.
A twofer: 1803 and 1805.
Not combining their suites. They could have if they’d had the keys to the door between them.
Similar Books
