They followed a dingy hallway until they reached an office with the
words, Shanghai Imports, nearly filling the glass top half of the wooden
door. Amber knocked and opened the door. As he followed her into the
office, the man caught a glance at a large shadow to his right. Then,
Warren Baker felt a pain in the back of his head and saw the floor
rushing to meet his face.
“I sapped a sap,” Harry laughed at his own joke while he pocketed
his weapon. He reached down and dragged Warren’s limp body the rest
of the way into the office and closed the door.
“Alright, I’ve delivered my end of the bargain,” Amber stared at
the man on the floor. It was evident she did not expect the large man
to injure Baker.
“That’s right sugar,” the blonde smiled at the woman, “now just
stay around to see what he knows.”
Mary turned to her partner. “Find out what’s on him,” she ordered.
Harry dutifully went through Warren’s pockets, pulling out the wallet,
passport, and the black notebook which he gave to Mary. The blonde
perched herself on the edge of the only desk in the room.
“Put him in that chair and tie him up nice and tight. Make sure ya
muffle him. We don’t need no one hearing any screams.” The blonde
watched as Harry followed her instructions before turning to look over
items taken from the prisoner. She pulled out the red luggage ticket
along with the remaining cash. Mary slid the money down the front of
her chest, inside her bra.
“Well, now it appears our friend has all sorts of interesting names in
this book, but it doesn’t have what we want.” Mary’s tone was cold
as she flipped the notebook to the table.
“Let me see that,” Amber picked up the scribbled notes. “He
showed me this the other day. I know he was keeping notes all the time
when I saw him. This should tell us everything.”
“Don’t worry about that,” the gorilla spoke up as he slapped the
semi-conscious man’s face several times before moving to the side to
ensure his rope was tight around the man’s body. “Harry’s gonna
make him sing like a pretty little bird when he wakes up.”
Warren overheard parts of the conversation as he pulled away from the
blackness enveloping him. He heard the voices and tried to move but
felt the sharp pinch of the rope holding his hands and feet. When the
man felt the harsh slap across his face, the prisoner grew angry. But
his anger was directed at the first person he saw.
The rag stuck in his mouth kept him from sharing his foul thoughts about
the trecherous woman at the moment. However, Harry noticed the man
struggling to speak.
“So, little man is finally awake. This is a reminder it’s time to
start talking.” A hard backhand struck Warren in the head.
Mary slid off the edge of the desk, adjusting her black dress as she
came closer to their prisoner. “He’s right about that, sweetie.
You owe Tony those statues, but you decided to knock him off instead.
But we are collecting for him.” She came to Harry’s side. “You
can see that my friend is pretty sore, so y'all make it easy,
otherwise... Well, he’s been known to hurt folks real bad.” She put
her face close to Warren’s. “I sure wouldn’t want him to hurt you
after all the fun we had.” The cold look of a snake stared at him
when she pulled the rag from his mouth.
“If I could spit, I would spit in your eye,” the man croaked out
defiantly. Instantly he felt a quick hard punch slam into the side of
“Stop,” Amber suddenly yelled, her face showing the anguish at what
she witnessed. “We don’t need to do that. You didn’t say you
would hurt him.”
Mary turned to the woman, her eyes blazing and deadly, “Sugar, you
better sit down before I have Harry do his work out on you. I’m
running this show.”
“Hell, why bother? She’s just another bitch like you.” Warren
shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Harry gave him another
short punch, this time his fist snapped Warren’s head back. Blood
started down the corner of his mouth, which he could taste.
“Is that what you think, you worthless little snob?” The woman
scoffed, stepping over to Amber and forcing the woman to sit on the edge
of the desk.
“Baker, this little girl is just like you.” Mary patted Amber on
the cheek. “She’s just a spoiled little snot with a silver spoon.
Plus, she’s not too bright. Miss District Attorney’s daughter wants
justice. She’s just convinced you are holding something evil on her
daddy. That’s why she betrayed you.”
Mary turned back to Warren. “Now, I just want those statues. You
give us what we want, and we’ll be happy, right Harry?”
The big man grunted, “I’d mess up queenie here for nothing.”
“Screw you, gorilla. Amber’s wrong, I’ve got nothing on her
dad.” Warren tensed, expecting to be struck, but Mary stopped her
“Well now, it don’t really matter,” Mary leaned against the desk.
She pulled a flask from her purse, taking a drink.
“What a minute, what do you mean?” Amber’s wide eyes stared at
The overweight blonde gave a merciless laugh. “Sugar, Warren Baker
owes everyone in Boston. He’s up to his neck in hock; trying to keep
one step ahead of gamblers he owes money. His mommy won’t pay his
bills anymore. Tony’s been playing him like a fiddle since they met.
He had the little rich boy all tied up in knots trying to return favors.
Just like these statues, Krupin told me he would set them up for Baker
to get smuggled in, then Tony would just let him dangle until the next
job.” She smiled while she mocked the woman next to her, “Just a
dumb bimbo. When Harry and I came to see you, we figured we would have
to scare you into helping us. Instead, you were so sure about Baker and
your dear daddy, ya came right along and gave him to me. I remembered
how the fat man used to think. Let’m believe all sorts of things, he
used to say.” She took another drink after she winked at Amber to let
her words sink in.
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