Concierge Of Crime Novels & Stories

Her hair was packed into a long ponytail like always and with the same frown on her curvy lips Her chic medicated glass rested on her nose making her look more badàss. Lewis took a mouthful of waffles into his mouth and began chewing softly. Tikka exhaled lightly and then stole a quick glance at Melanie "The exchange went as planned. Eros informed me about our mission tonight. But, there's a problem" she said and he lifted his eyes to look at her "What's the matter?" he asked in his usual cold voice "It's only for business tycoons and CEOs. We just can't walk in. Neither can we sneak in,the Brown's mansion is really guided with securities." She said staring at him. Lewis dabbed the napkin on

She didn't nod or shake her head, but she stood there waiting, still ready to flee if worse came to worst, and shove came to push. The man brought out something that caught her eye right before he pushed it in front of her face. “Here's my badge, miss. I'm Agent Conner, Agent Zeke's colleague, and friend.” He said, and Grace sighed, her stomach settling easy, then she raised her right eyebrow just to make sure she wasn't being played, and the man nodded his head.

I don't know what I expected to find when I got to that party. Something more hidden, I suppose, but not in my stupidest dreams did I expect a giant hotel with a red carpet to be the hangout for the bad guys in the mob. It was not logical. They were in the crosshairs of the police. If something was clear to him, it was that they liked to live on the edge, letting themselves be seen but being untouchable by nothing or anyone. It was part of the adrenaline of work, the one that seemed to like so much to all the men of that world.

I start with a small sip, but it’s fresh and sweet and I like it, so I take a few bigger swallows before I hand it back. Car Dude is awkward now, standing over us with a hand in his pocket, the other so tight on his drink I’m waiting for the glass to shatter. Sharp shards, ice. Booze and blood. All over his clean floor. Another layer of shine on his tiles. “So what now, ladies?” he says. He’s talking to my mother but he’s still watching me. Those glances to and back that tell me where his eyes want to stay. “You got any Oxy?” I say.

“What can I say? I enjoy a few tricks.” “I can’t believe you were so careless,” Jane said. “You better be comin’ home, because I’m not the only one with a few things to say to you.” I hear you, girl. “I’m here now.” He blared the horn to get the media to move off the driveway and drove up it. His security guys pushed them back as they surged, and a couple trip in the scramble. Good. Assholes. Conor hang up and opened his door. “Don’t look at them. Keep your head down and run into the house.”

I slammed both palms down on the marble counter. The concierge looked up, startled. “That man who just went upstairs,” I said, voice like ice. “Tell me who he is. Room number. How long has he been staying here!” The woman stammered, “I—I’m sorry, sir, I can’t—” “Don’t test me,” I growled. “You think people like him get away with this because of silence? You want to be part of that lie?” Her mouth opened—then closed again.

The precinct carried a different weight when the night crept in. The traffic beyond the frosted windows, the chatter of officers moving between desks, and the hollow ring of telephones—all of it seemed more subdued, muted, as though the building itself knew a storm was about to break inside its walls. Rico wasn’t just another boy in custody. He was the missing link in a puzzle the police had been chasing for years, a living witness tangled in the web of three different men who each claimed dominance over the city’s underworld.

“You got that, ha? But I swear that bitch was squeaky clean. I had her background checked, and I stood in front of her a couple of times. She can’t be bought or bribed, so what the fuck has happened in the last two weeks since I met her?” She said while she tapped the floor with her Louis Vuitton high heels and this man called Bob frowned at the both of us. “I don’t know what you are talking about it was a miracle she stayed here for this long anyway, the only thing I know is that she must be cleared out of here before noon and admitted to her next home where she might spend her sentence there.” The disgusting man said, making my lawyer huff and giving him a disgusted look before she turned

Her eyes were fixed on the tea like it held the answers she needed. “She okay?” he asked under his breath. “She’s breathing,” I replied. He gave a tight nod, then handed me a folded folder. “I’ve got the details.” I opened it without sitting down. “The concierge wasn’t the same one from always,” Rafe started. “We checked. The usual guy was ‘sick,’ but we found him tied up in a motel room, alive, shaken. They sent a replacement in his place. A hired man. Took money to allow access to the service elevator. No background, false ID. We’re still tracing his real name.”

They stepped into the reception and all the employees instantly snapped to attention. They had obviously been informed of their coming. It was still going to take a long time before Rose could get used to how people acted when Wayne entered a room and they knew who he was. A man approached them with a wide smile plastered on his face that reminded Wayne of Batman’s Joker. “Good evening Mr. Blackstone, Miss Cohen. My name is Nicholas Switzer and I am the concierge. Mr. Blackstone, we already received a call from your assistant and everything has been set; our best suite had been set up for you.