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him. ‘He wants me in bed and he’s threatening to fire me. Will you do something about that?’
‘Sorry babe. I’m not a muscle.’
‘Will you just try talking to him please?’ She was starting to sob.
‘I’m a businessman. Find some other goon to do him.’
Carla was suddenly angry. ‘Sure. I’ll find somebody with guts which you obviously haven’t got.’ She said loudly.
Al Garcia was surprised to see it was Carla who was at the door.
‘Hey Carla babe! Been a long time!’
Carla hugged and said. ’Oh Al, I’m in trouble.’
‘That so?’
She told him how her boss was forcing her to commit fraud et cetera…
‘So what’s your plan?’ Al asked.
‘Anything you can do to lay him off me.’
‘Hmmm…’
Sam Maceda lives at a condo called Alta Vista. Rolly Valero, dressed in a coverall uniform of an electrician, entered the building and approached the receptionist.
‘Good afternoon ma’am.’ Rolly greeted her. ‘Somebody called our office and told us you need your wirings checked in some rooms.’
‘Sorry. But I don’t know anything about that.’
Rolly looked at his clipboard and said, ‘But it says here Alta Vista,’ then added the condo’s address and phone number.
‘Maybe some of the owners called.’
‘Someone named Maceda.’
‘OK. Oh! But he’s out… I almost forgot.’
‘There might be a fire hazard in his room,’ Rolly persisted.
‘Oh. All right. Here’s his key.’
When Rolly left Alta Vista, Carmi was tailing him until he arrived at his apartment. After about fifteen minutes inside, Rolly got out looking terrified and very edgy. Then after he drove his car off, Carmi approached the house to see if she could take a peek inside. She found a slightly open curtain and peeked. What she saw also surprised her—a wrecked bedroom. Drawers, closets, tables; almost everything upturned or thrown down.
Carla was speaking to her boss on the phone.
‘I’ve decided to do what you want. Why don’t you come tonight at my place so we can have a little party or celebration?’
‘Well, I’m sure glad to hear that. Okay. Would nine suit you?’
‘Fine. I’ll be waiting.’
They hung up.
Rolly decided to make another ‘hit list’ since there were still some receipts he hadn’t thrown away although they were only half of the list Sally had taken.
Clyde didn’t know that he was committing the mistake of his life when he decided to drop by at Carla’s place.
‘Go away.’ She said when she saw it was him.
‘I just want a little celebration with you babe.’
‘What celebration?’
‘I just hit a big pay-off.’ He pulled out a five-hundred bill and pushed it inside her shorts. Then he took out a small vial from his pant pocket and handed it to her. Her resistance failed and forgot everything. Clyde went inside without prompting. Carla prepared some of the powder then snorted it.
After they drank champagne and had some sex, Carla told him, ‘We have to postpone this dear. I’ve got a visitor coming. Pure business.’
But Clyde pulled out another vial from his pants.
Al and Benny were now executing the plan. Al rang the bell on Carla’s door and waited.
The bell startled Carla. Because of the wine and dope, she was disoriented; out of reality. She didn’t know if Clyde left or when.
The bell rang again.
She straightened her robe, went to the door, and opened it.
There were two men masked in wool outside. She forgot about the plan. She screamed and went on screaming
‘Why the hell are you screaming?’ Al asked. When she continued doing that, Al pulled out his .38 and whacked her behind the ear. She fell down unconscious.
Clyde sped into the living room from the kitchen. He saw the two men and thought ‘mob hitmen.’ His .25 was in his pants. And his pants were on the floor. He dove down and groped for his gun. He found the gun and raised it.
But Al aimed first and fired twice. Clyde managed to squeeze a shot which just went wild. Then he remained still.
The hitmen took a good look at the dead dude. He wasn’t the man Carla described as his boss.
Unknown to all, Carla’s boss was presently drunk and had forgotten about his date with Carla.
Benny checked Carla’s condition and saw that she was unconscious but not in danger. He and Al wrapped Clyde’s body into a rug.
‘Let’s loot the place. This must look like a robbery,’ said Al.
They took all the jewelries and cash. Al found Clyde’s wallet and saw the name on the driver’s license: Clyde Quintos. They took the rug-wrapped body into their pick-up. They plan to dump it at some river out of town.
Mr. Maceda came home one night