What Life Throws at You

I netted a big zero for my troubles. I finally dug up some dirt, via one of my old stooges. Rumor was that the Pascorreli's gave up hunting for the money, three short weeks after Dumont's swan dive. 'Now that was odd' I thought. Shane must not have heard about that. Usually these people hold a very long grudge. Something must have called the dogs off the money trail.

I was running out of leads and I really wanted to get back to Kelly. I gave her a buzz. She sounded excited when she heard it was me. Maybe she was as attracted to me as I was her. She told me to come over so she could cook for me. I took a rain check. After this was over thought I could take her out to dinner, or do something that would involve eating. Ya know, for a rich Guy, I got damn little pussy!

I needed to know why the Pascorelli family laid off the missing 2.5 mill. I was hoping I wasn't going to have to do this, but it seemed inevitable. I found myself in Gina's Place. The restaurant was dark, so it took a moment or two for my eyes to adjust.

"Rick Tyler. What brings your cute ass in here?" Gina Pascorelli; all three hundred and twenty five pounds of her, jiggled my way. "Heard you gave up the force, Ricky. "

"Got tired of the crap Gina." She had been trying to get me in the sack since we were in High School. "You been keeping clean Angel? Been staying away from firearms?"

"I'm being a very good girl, Ricky. My parole officer is very pleased with me." She eyed me up and down. "Of course if I wanted to have my way with you, I wouldn't need no stinkin gun."

'No, you'd need a canon' I said to myself. I was desperate; but not that desperate. "Need to know why your Uncle wrote off the 2.5 mill that Bobby Greco took."

She brightened up. "What's in it for me, Sugar?" She licked her lips.

This wasn't starting to look good. "How about my respect and admiration Gina?"

"How 'bout you respect and admire me, naked in my bed upstairs?"