Death of an Escort by Nathan Pennington Read Free Book Online

location in the building conspicuous from the outside, but I
couldn't do any hunting without light.
    I checked the floor first where he'd dropped
the item. It wasn't there. Then I checked his desk. It wasn't there
either.
    So, I checked his trash. It was stuffed with
papers. Under the first pile, I found the item.
    It was about the size of a normal sheet of
paper, but it was glossy like a magazine cover.
    It was an advertising flyer, and it looked
like a direct mail stuffer. Like something that would come with a
package or other advertisements.
    Either way, it was designed to advertise a
certain website. That was plain enough.
    The site was listed in big letters as
www.TrueVoyeurLive.com. Underneath, the text said something about
how most voyeur sites were set ups, but how this site was totally
true to the voyeur niche. It even went so far as to say none of the
models had given consent because they didn't know that they were
being filmed.
    A hard rap on the window made me jump. I
could see the outline of a flashlight beam as someone tried to peer
in.
    It was the police. They were here and it was
time to get out. Past time for that actually.
    I stuffed the advertising flyer in my pocket
and headed out. I started back for the warehouse and opened the
door to it, but stopped. What if they knew what door had caused the
fault?
    But I thought, they probably didn't know
that, and even if they did, they would be focusing on the office
window with the light on in it, Mickey's office.
    So I made my way back though the dark
warehouse, and did so without injury to myself. Considering I
couldn't see anything, I thought that was pretty good.
    Back at my opened garaged door, I looked out
first. It would seem they did know where the fault in the alarm had
come from. There was a squad car parked right under the door.
    No one was outside it, and I couldn't tell
for sure, but it looked like the inside was empty too.
    Like moths to a flame, they'd all been drawn
to the lights. I heaved the door up, dropped down onto the hood of
the squad car, and got all the way down.
    I started running across the lot and for the
road.
    Another police car started down the main road
to the building right as I got to the middle of the road.
    I was caught dead in the middle of the
headlights. The bar lights on top went on.
    Crap!
    Running to my car was a really bad idea now.
If they knew what vehicle was mine, they'd know who I was in
moments.
    Crap!
    So, I started running right at the squad car.
It slowed. The siren came on like a warning blast. For sure, he'd
radioed his buddies. The squad car window came down as I got
close.
    "Excuse me, sir?" It was a woman cop.
    "We need to talk," I said. "I saw someone
running away from here minutes ago. I was giving chase when all the
police started showing up."
    She got out of the car, and shined a
flashlight in my face.
    The only thing I could think of is she was
new. That had to be the only explanation for why she let me stand
so close. It would probably be the last time she'd make that
mistake.
    My hand shot out and the heel of my palm
caught her on the chin. It didn't quite take her off her feet, but
it was close. She stumbled backwards and lost her balance as she
hit the side of her car.
    I'll give her this. She was already getting
her gun out, and I didn't see it until it was completely free of
the holster.
    Quickly I sprang in on her. We were
shoulder-to-shoulder, and then I head-butt her. Hard.
    My forehead cracked against her face, and I
could feel her nose implode on the force, but it didn't make much
noise.
    Neither did she. She crumpled to the ground,
hands on her face. I dragged her to the side, and like an idiot I
set her gun next to her, but lucky for me, she was in no condition
to use it. Then I got in the squad car and I backed it up and then
pulled it forward, and when I was done adjusting it, I had it
blocking the road.
    I hopped out and sprinted for my car. Now I
had to get out of the industrial park