THIS WAS FUN. Apparently, Kelly McPherson and the Rapist had a personal relationship. Coco continued eating her salad, planning her next move. She was still going to kill the man. It would just take a little longer, but she was patient. After an hour or so, the trio left the food court. Kelly rode with the Rapist, and Phoenix drove off in her Mustang Cobra. This was working out beautifully, Coco thought. She was going to get rid of Kelly anyway, and this was the perfect opportunity.
Coco followed the couple to Arlington, where they went to the Hyatt Regency Hotel on Wilson Boulevard. Coco chuckled when people stared at her and mumbled about a priest in the hotel. If they only knew!
Coco took an elevator to the laundry floor, changed into a maid’s uniform, and then went back to the lobby, where she picked up a white courtesy telephone. She had seen Kelly McPherson pay for the room with a credit card. Coco told the desk clerk that she had an order for McPherson but she had forgotten the room number. The desk clerk told Coco what room they were in.
She knocked on the door and yelled, “Champagne and cheese, compliments of hotel management.” The Rapist opened the door slightly and Coco kicked it in, sending him spiraling across the room. Kelly went for her gun on the nightstand. A shuriken whistled through the air and slammed into the wood, just missing her hand.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” the Rapist yelled.
“Simon, it’s the Assassin,” Kelly said with resignation.
Coco closed the door gently, watching Simon, who had on nothing but a towel. She looked at Kelly. “You two crazy kids havin’ fun on taxpayers’ money? For shame.”
She pulled out her silenced Makarov and pointed at Simon. “On your feet,” she ordered. Simon stood up. “Drop the towel. Let’s see what you’ve got to offer.” Simon did as she directed. Coco looked at his tool. “Not bad, Kelly. But what would you say if I told you he was sticking it in men?”
Kelly frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Simon was about to go for the gun. Coco squeezed off a shot. Simon screamed and fell to his knees. The bullet had blown off his manhood. Thick blood covered his hands as he held what was left of his valued organ.
“You mean you didn’t know that your boyfriend was the Rapist?”
“That’s impossible!” Kelly shouted, unable to accept the truth.
“Oh, really? He confessed to me this morning at Father Reynolds’ church,” Coco revealed.
“No way!” Simon groaned. “Don’t believe her, Kelly! The bitch is lying!”
Coco looked down at him. “I was in the confessional, you idiot! Remember the priest in Union Station, Kelly? You looked right at me.”
The wheels in Kelly’s mind started to turn. Then a look of total disgust appeared on her face. She knew Coco was telling the truth. Kelly covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and vomited.
Coco laughed. “It’s sickening, isn’t it?” She saw a wallet on the nightstand and picked it up. “Let’s see who you are, Mister Rapist.” She saw Simon’s D.C. detective’s shield and laughed. “I might get into heaven after all.”
Kelly looked like a ghost when she came out of the bathroom. She was still stunned by the revelation. “Put your clothes on, Agent McPherson. You don’t want people to find you in the raw, do you? Don’t worry; I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to be merciful. Phoenix is going to need a friend when this is all over. Consider yourself lucky.”
“What about me? If you get me to the hospital now, they can sew it back on. I’ll be all right,” Simon pleaded.
“You’re not going to need it anymore,” Coco told him. The Makarov hissed twice and two bullets entered Simon’s head, killing him instantly. She turned to Kelly and said, “I gotta put you outta commission for a while. This is between me and Phoenix now.”