Barely Legal

43

“Come on, let’s get her boyfriend,” Carlo said.

“What’s he doing?”

“I don’t care, as long as he’s not calling nine-one-one. Come on. Knock him out and set the scene.”

But when the two men walked into the bedroom, they found they didn’t have to knock him out. Herbie was stark naked and dead to the world.

“Excellent. Get the girl.”

Ollie went out to the foyer and came back with Yvette. “Where do you want her?”

“Other side of the bed.”

Ollie flopped her down.

Carlo arranged her on the pillow. “We won’t need this,” he said. He pulled off the negligee and threw it in the corner. “Okay, here she is, hot to trot, and here’s her lover who thinks she’s been with another man.”

“Why does he think that?”

“Guys do. Okay, here we go.” He put the gun in Herbie’s hand. “He popped her, and passed out.”

Ollie frowned. “He shoots a stark naked girl and goes to sleep?”

Carlo wrapped Herbie’s fingers around the gun, pulled the trigger, and fired a shot into the headboard.

“What did you do that for?” Ollie said.

“Framing the guy. That’s what this is all about. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

They went out the front door.

“We got to take the fucking stairs?” Ollie said.

“Down is easy. Come on.”

“Aw, fuck!”

They disappeared down the stairwell just as the elevator arrived on the floor.