CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was two hours later. Rissa and Kimmy had gotten to Madam Valerie’s house and they had no problem gaining access to the office. The housekeeper and anyone else who maintained the house didn’t pay any attention to Kimmy’s bandages. They did just as they’d planned. Rissa served as lookout. She closed the door and put her ear against it to hear anyone coming, especially Madam Valerie. Every now and then she would open the door and peek up and down the hallway.
Kimmy looked for a hidden spare key, or any way to get in the desk drawers without busting the locks. She tried using a letter opener and even a bobby pin to pick the lock. Kimmy tried everything; however, nothing worked. She was, without a doubt, frustrated. Rissa was also fed up. She ordered Kimmy to watch the door so she could take a shot at getting the locks open. Rissa dug deep in her blue jeans pocket, pulling out a pocketknife, and she flicked the blade out. When she got to the desk she attacked the locks with the knife. One by one the drawers popped open. Rissa grinned, knowing she had hit pay dirt.
Kimmy abandoned the door and rushed to Rissa’s side. “Bitch, is you crazy? She gonna know somebody was in her shit,” Kimmy whined.
“Duh, she gonna know when she sit her dried-up ass down behind this desk anyway. Now, grab all this shit and let’s go,” Rissa explained in a disgruntled whisper, handing Kimmy the Gucci backpack they’d brought with them. Franticly they pillaged the drawers, stuffing the backpack with folders labeled with the names of judges, police officers, city officials, and a host of major businessmen.
Once they had relieved Madam Valerie of her goldmine, they were ready to make their exit from the office. Just a few feet from the door, with both their hearts pounding and expecting to be caught up in some type of fight for their lives, Kimmy reached for the doorknob. Before she could turn it, the housekeeper came from out of thin air, frightening both girls. Kimmy screamed and pissed herself. Rissa blacked out, stabbing at the creepy housekeeper. In reality, she meant them no harm. She had no idea what they had done as she fell to the floor.
“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, out of breath, holding her hand up defensively.
Rissa was standing over the housekeeper when it dawned on her that she had indeed mistakenly stabbed the old lady. Still filled with adrenalin, Rissa went in. “You old creeping bitch, you’ll know next time to make some noise floating up on people like you crazy.”
Rissa looked up and around for her girl. She didn’t see her. The front door was wide open. Kimmy had got the fuck on when Rissa attacked the housekeeper. She wanted no part of that unwarranted act. She had had enough violence for one day. Rissa ran outside as well and jumped in the car with Kimmy. The person manning the iron gate opened it, oblivious to the thievery and attempted murder on the housekeeper that had just jumped off.
The duo didn’t believe it would be safe to go back to the loft, so they drove out to Southfield and checked into the Residence Inn. They kicked back with the television on, and lay across the king-sized bed, going through piles of client and blackmail lists. It was unbelievable for Rissa to fathom who Madam Valerie had her hooks in on the con game tip. But not for Kimmy; she’d originally helped set some of them up for failure. As they dug deeper into the folders Rissa came upon to some documents with BANK OF AMERICA on them. “Look at these. Is these what I think they is?” Rissa said, excited.
“Let me see that shit,” Kimmy said, unenthused until she read the bank documents along with account numbers, routing information, and PINs to all of Madam Valerie’s money. “Bitch, we rich! We about to drain this ho for every dime she got.” Immediately Kimmy got on the phone with the bank and locked the woman she’d whored for out of all her accounts, and changed everything so she controlled them.
Kimmy and Rissa were celebrating their come up when channel four’s live breaking news interrupted the normal broadcast. The reporter was hyped up, telling the story about a man who was high on PCP walking in the middle of downtown Detroit’s Hart Plaza. He waved an automatic firearm at people, ranting and raving about how many people he’d killed. Luckily, officers were on duty and shot the suspect several times, killing him at the scene.
Rissa and Kimmy jumped off the bed screaming, whooping, and doing the Running Man. “Got ’im!” Rissa said, high-fiving Kimmy.
When they had calmed down, Kimmy had an idea to call a client of hers, who happened to be Paul Curt, a federal judge and on the blackmail list. Rissa gasped. “No, come on, Kimmy. Everybody knows him. He ain’t out there like that.”
“No way, he’s not on the hound train for pussy. Madam Valerie got him taking bribe money from some downtown development company that’s buying up everything. So I thought he might like to give the old shoe Madam Valerie a kick around or two.” Kimmy grabbed her cell phone. “Watch this shit here. He calls me his pretty kitty.” She dialed his number, and when he picked up she went into action. “Hello, Judge Sexy, how are you? Me, I’m just fine now that I hear your voice.” She spoke softly and seductively. “I got something in my hands right now I believe you’d like to take a peek at.”
“Is that so, pretty kitty?” the judge sang into the phone.
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The next day Kimmy met with the judge for lunch and gave him his own file of blackmail information and all the other city officials’ files that the notorious Madam Valerie had in her possession. Two weeks later Madam Valerie was standing in front of a federal judge, being arraigned under the RICO Act, facing several of the same charges famed mobster and crime boss John Gotti had gotten got life for, including human trafficking and a host of other charges. If she was found guilty she’d never see the light of day again.
Rissa and Kimmy moved down to Miami and jacked off Madam Valerie’s money, living life like celebrities. Yet, no matter how much fun Rissa was having, she could never forget the love of her young life, Bobby. His memory would haunt her forever.
THE END