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one
tentative step to Elsie. “We both have something the other
wants.”
    “ You have nothing I want.” Elsie
put venom into her voice.
    Molly recoiled. The smile peeled
away to reveal hurt and pain. “You want your mother. I just want us
to be friends.”
    “ Yeah?
Define friends .”
    “ I meant it when I said I liked
you,” Molly said, regaining her composure. She held out her hands,
palms out. “You remind me so much of Gertie.”
    Molly sighed, closing her
eyes.
    “ How do you know her?” Elsie
softened her tone. A change in approach was all. Gain the woman’s
trust, use that to her advantage. It’s what she did for a living.
Elsie stepped forward, put a hand on Molly’s shoulder, and
squeezed. “Please, tell me about her. My mother. You know
her?”
    “ Da. Very well, but in another
life.” Molly’s eyes came alive, wide and watery. She clutched Elsie
by the face with both hands.
    And pulled her in for another
kiss.
    This time quick. Just a pressing of
lips.
    And then pushed Elsie into the
island counter. Molly grabbed Elsie’s breasts, a light fingered
touch followed by another slower kiss.
    And then Molly went down on her
knees.
    Elsie grunted at the surprise
attack. Her breath caught in her throat as the Russian woman lifted
the hem of Elsie’s sundress.
    Face pressed mere inches from
Elsie’s pussy, Molly grinned from ear to ear, teeth white and
shiny.
    “ My,” Molly said, “you are
beautiful.”
    The heat returned to Elsie’s body.
This time, she didn’t know if she could stop Molly.

 
    Chapter
Six
     
    Kevin took a three minute shower
and put on jeans, a white polo shirt, and a brown sports jacket. He
told Brad to go back to his room, and be on call.
    Then he got Gertrude into his
rented Buick LaSabre, and raced off to her house.
    “ What’s going on?” he said when he
pulled out of the Kumonalaya parking lot.
    “ Biggins found me,” Gertrude said.
“And she came for a black book. Better you don’t ask any more
questions.”
    Questions got people killed. But
something nagged at Kevin. What the hell was Elsie’s mother into?
Why was Biggins in Wenakaga? What was this mysterious black
book.
    At Gertrude’s house, he parked
across the street. Elsie’s blue Honda was parked nearby, as was an
ominous black Towncar.
    Kevin loaded his pistol and went
around the side of the house, to the service entrance. The lawn
smelled of fresh cut grass and fertilizer, a very domestic odor of
hard work. Gertrude tugged on his shirt.
    She had her gold revolver out,
ready for action, probably ready to shoot anybody who dared a lay a
finger on her daughter. That made two of them, Kevin couldn’t stand
the thought of Elsie being tied up in a spy conspiracy.
    “ The side’s been unlocked,”
Gertrude whispered, pointing to the service entrance.
    “ Do you always keep it locked?”
said Kevin.
    “ Without fail.”
    “ Any other ways in?”
    “ The walkout, below the deck. Come
on.”
    “ Okay, follow my lead.”
    But Gertrude was already in front,
leading Kevin around service berry bushes and buckthorns. The yard
made a steep decline around the house. Gertrude jumped over a red
stone retaining wall to the downstairs patio under the blue painted
deck. A wooden, disused swing-set with yellow rubber seats sat in
the backyard lawn.
    A set of glass sliding doors led to
the basement of Gertrude’s house. Kevin peeped inside while
Gertrude knelt down and dug around in a tin bucket full of dirt.
She produced a house key.
    The tinted glass didn’t allow him
to see much. Looked like a gathering room, with a pool table on one
side and a minibar on the other. A pink fluffy love-seat sat in
between, and a big screen TV took up one wall. The walls were
covered in wood paneling, giving the room a dark, dusky
appearance.
    Kevin nodded, and pointed to the
door. Gertrude pushed the key in and slowly slid the door open
without any noise.
    He expected the basement to smell
moldy, but it turned out to have a