The door bell rung, twice. Frank Juliano quickly downed the last of his tepid Smirnoff, as he rushed to open the door. On the bleak old door mat stood a dark skinned woman, with lips cherry red and hair styled in skin-tight ringlets around her face. She was beautiful. She placed her leather, creamy coloured handbag on a hoary chocolate brown shelf, and slid her Jimmy Choo heels off her petite feet. Her clear, silk blouse fell to the floor, like a feather falling in windless weather.
An hour later she emerged from his indoor swimming pool as the humming of Frank’s phone resonated throughout the cavernous room. He stepped out of the pool and as he rushed cautiously across the slippery floor, he tried to dry his hands on a towel he grabbed from the back of a chair, on route to the bright and urgently buzzing device. He picked it up, pressed the button and put it to his ear.
“Hey boss, we got the guy, he’s here!” said a deep and powerful voice.
“Hey Jerry, you really got him?” said Frank
“Yeah, we got him boss! What do want me to do?”
“Meet me at 24 Halcro Avenue in 15 minutes. We’ll make this fool suffer.”
Frank loathly put his trousers and shirt back on. He grouped his wallet and phone together and pushed them deep into his right hand pocket. He stood there. Frank gazed blankly at the floor as he speculated over how many people he had killed in the past three years. How many guiltless lives had he taken? What about their families? What about his family? He felt a dark cloud of guilt dwell over him, as he realised how little time he had spent with his family. Murder was no longer gratifying for him, he wanted to walk away from the aching pain and sorrow of death, but this job had to be done.
“I wish I could stay, but I’ve got to go take care of something. I’ll be back in a few hours babe.” Ralph said to the woman as he swiftly retreated.
He opened the door to his Astin Martin Vanquish S, started the car. The engine gave a almighty roar like a crack of thunder. An abundance of smoke filled the car as Ralph’s Cubin cigar began to slowly shrink.
He arrived at Halcro Avenue, placed the remains of the cigar in the ashtray, and stepped out of the car.
“Hey boss, we got this
