Naked Frame by Robert Burton Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

fired for this, you know."
    "We won't get caught."
    "I'm not talking about getting caught. I'm
saying if you give a sub-par performance."
    "You know better than that."
    She grinned. "Yes, I do."
    He stripped off her bra, poised to devour
her breasts.
    "Mandibul?"
    He did not take his eyes off her chest.
"Yes? What do you desire tonight? Your wish is my command."
    "Good. But first...I have a question for
you."
    He stood erect, and looked directly into her
eyes.
    "Have you ever...killed anyone? I know you
were in the military, and—"
    "—yeah, I've killed a few men."
    "Was it hard?"
    "You don't think about it. You're in
survival mode."
    "I see."
    "The problem is...you think about it
afterwards."
    "Could you ever do it again?"
    "I guess. If I had to. Why? You got somebody
you want me to knock off?" He smiled.
    She giggled. "Of course not. I'm being
hypothetical, Silly."
    "How about I hypothetically pull your
panties off and throw you down on the couch?"
    "Better yet, do it for real."
    "Yes, Ma'am."
     
     

CHAPTER 10 - Tuesday, 1:40 a.m.
     
    Gabby waited for the traffic light to turn
green. "So, where are we going?"
    "The Grande Pimpton Hotel," said
Rebecca.
    "I know where it is. But it's two o'clock in
the morning. What is she—a night clerk?"
    "No. She's a hooker."
    "You're working for a hooker? "
    "Yeah. But what I've been working on has
nothing to do with her...job. It's about her daughter. Big Bill
raped her."
    "That bastard."
    "He didn't force her. But legally, because
she's underage, it's still rape."
    "How do you know she did it willingly?"
    "Well..."
    "You watched, didn't you? You videoed the
whole thing."
    "I know—it's not pretty, but it's part of my
job."
    "What in the world would make a young girl
want to have sex with that old fart?"
    "To get a job at Café Nue."
    "Of course. So she could be discovered by a
Hollywood agent."
    "Those young women will do anything to get a
job there. I'd like to knock some sense into all of them."
    "Maybe Carly isn't answering
her phone because she's busy , if you know what I
mean."
    "Serving a customer?"
    "Is that what she calls it?"
    "Yeah. But no, it's not that. Not after
midnight."
    "Maybe she already went home and went to
bed. Turned her phone off."
    "She stays at the hotel for a while, to
shower and recuperate."
    Gabby shook his head in disgust.
    "Then she goes home to her husband."
    "Does he have any idea what she's
doing?"
    "Oh yeah, he knows. He doesn't seem to care
as long as she brings home the bacon."
    "Is he a drunk? Or a lazy bum?"
    "Neither. He's weird. He works on cars all
day long. It's all he cares about. And he's very good at it.
Meticulous, but very slow. So he doesn't make much money."
    **********
    As they walked up to the hotel lobby, they
saw their reflection in the glass doors. Their faces and clothing
were smutty. Rebecca's half-curly hairdo was leaning to one
side.
    Gabby said, "We're a mess."
    "We look like we just had sex in a
dumpster."
    Gabby grinned at her. "The sex part sounds
good."
    "Gabby." She pushed his shoulder and he lost
his balance, and nearly fell down. "Oh. Sorry."
    "Maybe we should have got a motel room and
taken a shower first."
    "But we don't have any other clothes. And I
really need to do this right now. It won't take long."
    When the young man at the counter saw them
approaching, he began to rummage through the cabinets below.
Probably looking for a can of Lysol, Rebecca thought. Or pepper
spray.
    "Could I please get an extra key for Room
412?"
    Without saying a word, he went to the rack
of key cards.
    "I appreciate this," said Rebecca.
    "No problem." He handed her the key card,
being sure not to touch her sooty fingers.
    Rebecca and Gabby walked to an elevator.
    Gabby pushed the call button, and whispered,
"I can't believe he gave you the key card without making you show
I.D. Do you know him?"
    "I've seen him before when I've come here to
meet with Carly. But I doubt he recognized me looking like this. I
don't know why he didn't