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    In Too Deep

     

    “Why wasn’t she arrested?”

     

    “She was, but it was all for self-defense as the lawyer says it was.” Bette shook her head. “Now, Shane is the head honcho of the McCutcheon legacy. She’s running Los Angeles with the help of her right hand man—Jennifer Schecter. We’ve been trying to track these two for years and nothing, but maybe, we’ll get lucky.” Bette turned towards the crime scene. “I think our John Doe got crossed with the wrong people.”

     

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                    Shane took a drag out of her cigarette as she sat back and watched her screens. Jenny walked towards Shane in black jeans and red tank. Her hair nicely was in a tight bun. Her face pale, but her lips were blood red.

     

    “Hey—the books are perfect. We don’t have anything to worry about.”

     

    “Are you sure?” Shane bit her bottom lip.

     

    “I’m positive, I checked them twice. You gotta trust me Shane.”

     

    Shane looked at Jenny. “I don’t trust anybody.”

     

    “Hey Shane!” Shane looked up and got up from her chair. She walked over to her friend/worker Alice. Alice pulled away from her computer.

     

    “What is it AP?”

     

    Alice took off her glasses. “Mr. Paul Russo, he’s a very rich man with a bad meth addiction. He’s been coming past the Planet for days trying to get a fix. His wife Mrs. Pamela has been sleeping around just so her husband can get that fix. Maybe we can help him?” She looked up at Shane.

     

    Shane smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I think we can. You found out anything else about this man and get his number. Give him a call and see what he thinks.” Alice nodded and continued her work. She walked over to her black pit Onyx. She tossed her dog a bone and smiled. She walked back over to her desk and watched her screens. She rubbed her chin as she stared at the screen. “Jenny—,” Jenny looked up. “C’mere.” Jenny made her way over to Shane.  “You seen this man,” Shane pointed to the screen.

     

    “Yeah.”

     

    “I want you to take care of him. He’s been walking back and forth in front of the building.” Jenny nodded and started to walk away. “Oh and Jenny,” Jenny looked at Shane. “Have fun.” Jenny smiled as she went to do her job.

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    Comments

    1. I always love it when authors break the mold of the L word characters and I’ve always been a fan of your writing Akira. And this fic is no exception. I love it how you portrayed Dana in a different occupation. I definitely want to see where you take this fic.

    2. Akira, Brilliant beginning and very fascinating. Please continue soon as I can’t wait. Again your imagination and talent have created an awesome adventure. Many thanks, Your loyal fan.

    3. Moremoremoremoremoremoremoremoremoremoremore…LOL. Hot start and I’m digging Shane as the drug lord and Jenny ‘finally’ gets to be crazy with a purpose…method to her madness, if you will. Genius. And Carmen? W00t I think I can spy where this is headed but please, do tell ;) Continue please! btw, Alice is positioned for great comedy as usual. And Bette and Dana are an unusual pair so I’m interested. Great…now I’m all tingly :p

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