10-27-2020, 06:15 PM
With Gail leading the way, they all walk to the living room. Orville amazed at the ornate beauty
lining every wall. Delia isn't enjoying herself as much as he.
"Let's all have a seat, chat for a bit, shall we?" Gail said with fake hospitality.
Orville was still in awe of his surroundings. He'd never been inside Ms. Atwood's home before.
Always coming up from the back way, hidden from any prying eyes.
"Orville, honey, would you be a dear and excuse yourself to the kitchen please" asked Gail.
Caught by surprize, Orville was delayed in answering. "Yes ma'am. Absolutely" he returned.
As he left the room, Gail's mind filled with questions for the lady Detective.
"I guess you're wondering who I am?" Gail said with pride.
"I don't need to know your name. I know a black-hearted harpy when I see one!" Delicato fired.
Gail guffawed at the gorgeous blonde woman sitting across from her. Even in her disorganized
state, Detective Delicato still had the glow of a movie star. Natural beauty never betrays.
"Oh that sounds like sour grapes my sweet girl" Gail said in condescension.
Delicato was reaching the end of her tether. Now it was anger she felt.
"What the Hell am I doing here?" she demanded.
Atwood saw the fire rise quickly from her guest. It excited her in deep, dark places.
"Well honey, you've become a big problem for some very powerful people" Atwood explained.
Delicato shot daggers at Gail before jumping in.
"That's funny, I don't see you and powerful people being in the same building" she said flatly.
Atwood didn't take the bait.
"Oh sweet, foolish girl... you have NO idea" she said with arrogance.
Atwood then stood and walked to the doorway, summoning Orville. He came running.
"Watch her while I make a phone call" Gail said pointedly.
Orville stood behind the couch where Delia sat, arms crossed, gun in hand.
Gail used the phone in her private study just down the hall.
"I have her. Here! Right now! What do you want me to do?" she asked.
Atwood hung the phone up, her face overcome with delight.
lining every wall. Delia isn't enjoying herself as much as he.
"Let's all have a seat, chat for a bit, shall we?" Gail said with fake hospitality.
Orville was still in awe of his surroundings. He'd never been inside Ms. Atwood's home before.
Always coming up from the back way, hidden from any prying eyes.
"Orville, honey, would you be a dear and excuse yourself to the kitchen please" asked Gail.
Caught by surprize, Orville was delayed in answering. "Yes ma'am. Absolutely" he returned.
As he left the room, Gail's mind filled with questions for the lady Detective.
"I guess you're wondering who I am?" Gail said with pride.
"I don't need to know your name. I know a black-hearted harpy when I see one!" Delicato fired.
Gail guffawed at the gorgeous blonde woman sitting across from her. Even in her disorganized
state, Detective Delicato still had the glow of a movie star. Natural beauty never betrays.
"Oh that sounds like sour grapes my sweet girl" Gail said in condescension.
Delicato was reaching the end of her tether. Now it was anger she felt.
"What the Hell am I doing here?" she demanded.
Atwood saw the fire rise quickly from her guest. It excited her in deep, dark places.
"Well honey, you've become a big problem for some very powerful people" Atwood explained.
Delicato shot daggers at Gail before jumping in.
"That's funny, I don't see you and powerful people being in the same building" she said flatly.
Atwood didn't take the bait.
"Oh sweet, foolish girl... you have NO idea" she said with arrogance.
Atwood then stood and walked to the doorway, summoning Orville. He came running.
"Watch her while I make a phone call" Gail said pointedly.
Orville stood behind the couch where Delia sat, arms crossed, gun in hand.
Gail used the phone in her private study just down the hall.
"I have her. Here! Right now! What do you want me to do?" she asked.
Atwood hung the phone up, her face overcome with delight.
