The Stairs

I knew Kitty Jaspers would only check into the best and most expensive hotel in town. I would have to act quick if I wanted to catch her and catching her I wanted.

I put on my fanciest outfit and some make-up to cover the reminder of our first encounter. After I arrived, I sat myself down at the bar, smoking one cigarette after the other, never taking my eyes of the grand staircase that was he only way up to the suites. I knew she wouldn't take the lift, Kitty always went for the grand entrance...

So all I had to do was wait. Wait and smoke.
And tell the occasional lothario wannabe to beat it and beat it good.

I had you now Kitty....

Rachel Goes Hard Boiled

After the Bank Job had gone bust, witch quite a few dead bodies on both sides of the yellow tape, I was called in to pick up the pieces. I pushed some of my snitches around a little and one of them spilled his guts. Turned out that one of the robbers had a girlfriend in town.

I had her bought in for questioning.




Ms Kitty Jaspers was very eager to answer my questions... a bit too eager for my taste. As the interview went on I started to get the feeling that Ms Jaspers was hiding something.

However, I did not expect it to be a club which the bloody dame proceeded to hit me over the head with after I had turned around to fill her glass of water...



Seems like there was more to Ms Jasper than met the eye (and there was plenty to meet the eye). I was in a tight spot... but then... wasn't I always....

to be continued.. (yeah right)