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CHAPTER 5
The taxi drew up in a leafy avenue, in the Northern suburbs of the capitol and, after they'd both alighted from the black cab, Mike paid off the leering driver, adding a modest tip.
"Thanks, Guv!" the driver responded, with a grin, and a last lingering glance at the girl's tightly clad derriere, before driving away.
"I live on the third floor," Alicia announced, cheerfully, indicating the old-fashioned block of flats behind them, as the cab disappeared down the tree-lined avenue.
They walked up the short drive to the entrance, hand in hand. "Seems like a nice neighborhood?" Mike ventured, glancing around, surprised, in spite of himself.
"It is," she agreed, "but I'd be out on my ear, in two minutes flat, if the landlord ever found out what I did for a living!" She giggled, at the thought. "This is a pretty snobbish sort of neighborhood, Mike! I've never dared use my flat for...," she grimaced, "for, you-know-what!"
Mike frowned. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Alicia..." he began, seriously, but she stopped him, by placing a finger over his lips.
"Not now, darling, later!" she murmured, with a smile, dragging him through the entrance and over to a small elevator. She pressed the call button on the wall, and the steel door immediately slid open, revealing the empty interior of the lift. She tugged him inside, and pressed the button for the third floor.
As the lift door slid shut, and the cage lurched into motion, she forced him back against the wall, wrapping her arms about his neck and bent one shapely leg up behind her. "I can't wait to get you into my apartment, you gorgeous hunk," she growled, as she eagerly sought out his lips with her own.
"Ummm!" He kissed her back, their tongues dancing intricate patterns with each other, while his hands slipped between their closely pressed bodies, and cupped her firm breasts, through the thin material of her red dress. A muffled groan, escaped from her open mouth, as he started to squeeze and knead her tits.
The lift jerked to a halt, and they broke apart, panting, as the door slid smoothly open. "We're here," she gasped, a little flustered, tugging the neckline of her dress, back into position.
They stepped out of the elevator, hand in hand. "This is my place," she announced, with a smile. Suddenly her free hand flew to her mouth. "Oh shit, I forgot," she exclaimed, "I haven't got my doorkey!"
Mike tried the door knob, hopefully. The handle turned and, with a small click, the door swung inward a fraction. "We're in luck," he announced. "You obviously forgot to lock the door, when you went out, you silly girl!" he scolded, light-heartedly.
"I never forget to lock up after me," she retorted, indignantly, brushing past him, and storming into the flat, with Mike right on her tail. "The lock must be faulty?" she added. "Say, what's that funny smell?"
Before Mike could even hazard a guess, he heard a faint noise behind him and, half turning, caught a momentary glimpse of a hulking thug, arm raised, before something hard and blunt zapped him on the back of the neck, and everything went instantly black.
As he started to crumple to the floor, the door slammed shut, and Alicia spun around on her heels, in startled surprise. "Oh, nooh!" she cried.
She gasped with horror, as she saw the looming bulk of the familiar thug, the gun that had crashed down on Mike's skull, still clutched in one ham-like fist. She started to back away from him, into the apartment, her hand flying to her mouth!
"We meet at last, young woman!"
Alicia spun around, at the sound of Arnie's voice, just as he rotated the comfortable armchair around to face her, a fat cigar between his heavily jeweled fingers. "B-But how...?" she gasped.
"Easy, young lady! We just checked the contents of your purse! Nice of you to leave us the key to your apartment!"
Belated realization dawned on Alicia's face. "Of course! What a silly fool I've been!" she cursed, under her breath. She'd forgotten all about her purse, in her haste to get away from them! "Wha... What do you want of me?" she asked, in a frightened whisper, her hand clutching the base of her throat, her whole body trembling with fear.
"Now, now, Alicia!" he admonished, with an exaggerated shake of his head. "That question is an insult to my intelligence! Not only are you the sole witness to a gangland killing, but you probably know where my missing twenty thousand quid is stashed?"
Alicia's arms were suddenly pinned to her sides, by the big man, who'd moved up behind her, unnoticed. She tried to squirm free, but it was a waste of time and energy.
"Ouch!" she yelled, as cruel fingers dug into the tender flesh of her upper arms, causing her to wince with pain, and bringing tears to her eyes. "I don't know anything about your fucking money," she sobbed.
