The Betrayal Of Sid
By Aaron Majewski
Copyright 2011
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WARNING: The follow contains strong content of an adult nature.
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THE BETRAYAL OF SID
The sun was just beginning to set, sending red bloody rays over the downtown office buildings.
‘June 6th 1941. It was hot, too hot. I knew in this heat nothing truly interesting was goanna happen, at least nothing I’d get paid to handle,’ Sid thought to himself, mentally composing tonight’s diary entry. A diary he kept religiously as he always planned ahead and the diaries would form the backbone of the memoir he would compose once he was retired, somewhere in a nice little country without an extradition treaty.
The office was typical of its breed. So was Chicago’s greatest detective, both self-proclaimed and otherwise. He had his feet up on his desk, leaning far back on his swivel chair. His trench coat and hat hung on a stand in one corner, a long barreled very large caliber compensating firearm, prominently visible impracticablely seated in his shoulder holster. A cigar sent curls of dark smoke towards the ceiling, set across an ashtray on the desk so the ash dripped onto his scarred battered oak instead of the glass ashtray; but he didn’t care.
Sid Balajarski, forty-four years old and as hard-boiled and cynical as they came, had a glass of whiskey in his hand; a bottle on the floor within his easy reach but set where clients wouldn’t see it. He aimed for the tits as he idly tossed darts at a playboy pinup taped to his dartboard.
He had nothing else to occupy his time, or his mind. ‘According to our agreement when I’d hired her, my secretary gave me two blowjobs a week, it was Saturday…I had to wait till Sunday to get it again. There was nothing else to do, I thought about slipping out early to hire a hooker, then a pretty…and interesting shadow appeared in the pebbled glass of my inner office door.’
Knuckles rapped lightly on glass.
“Come in!” Sid yelled, knowing his secretary was doing her usual bang-up job.
At his call the inner office door opened and a beautiful woman in her early twenties let herself in with a tremulous smile. Dressed in a classic skirt\blazer combo with a matching fedora and a tiny, useless but pretty purse hanging off her arm. She was a stunning dame, a real looker, a twelve on anyone’s ten list.
She spoke softly as she closed the door. “Hello I’m Miss Hemlocke, your secretary said I could go right in, you weren’t doing anything,” she paused, “but I thought it best to knock?” A clear question, seeking approval.
Sid smiled, sipping his whisky. ‘So much for going for a hooker, things were starting to perk up, perk up nice and hard, just the way I liked ‘em. And I could scent money!’ He dropped a dart onto his desk, lowering his feet to the floor.
He spoke. “That’s alright sweetheart, come right on in and sit your pretty little fanny down.” Lifting his head a little he raised his voice as well. “Go home sweetcakes! I won’t need you for the rest of the night!”
As usual his pert secretary didn’t deign to answer, but a moment later they could both hear the outer office door slam loudly; he kept her around for a good reason.
At his brash words Kitty smiled a little hesitantly and moved to perch nervously on one of the chairs before the detective’s desk. He rose to his feet.
‘The dame couldn’t be over eighteen if she was a day, I wondered how much work it would take to get her in bed, more importantly, how much work did she want me to do for her and how much money could she pay me? I’ll try the smile.’
With a brash confident smile, he spoke as he moved around to perch on the edge corner of his desk, looming over her. “So, philandering husband pretty one? Jealous ex-boyfriend and you just want to be left alone honey?” He paused, quirked an eyebrow. “Missing sibling perhaps doll?”
She jumped in quickly, nervously at the last one. “Those last two together come close. My lover’s missing and I’m afraid her ex might have done something to her.”
‘A fucking delver? She was no longer interesting, she’d better have the money to afford being triple charged.’
“She? Your lover’s a female? Too bad doll, that’s a waste of perfectly good tail. I’m not sure I can help you, I have a lot of cases you know and…”
She cut in desperately. “Oh please! I can pay you! Quadruple your normal rates if you like, and unlimited expenses. I just” sniffles, “I just.” She lowered her head and sobbed just once, sharply.
‘Okay, this was slightly more interesting. Time to push it, see if she was too desperate, I wasn’t a fool.’
Soothingly. “Okay doll cool it, I can help you. Just one thing, the money’s fine but after I find your” a pause, “er, friend, you’ll have to have a threesome with me, give me a chance to turn you two back to a more natural path, if you get my meaning.”
Kitty lifted her head, tears in the corners of her eyes. “Yes Mr. Balajarski I get you just fine. If, if that’s what it takes, I’ll talk her into doing it. You’re the best in the city, just please get her back, bring my love back to me.”
‘Danger bells went off. Dame didn’t even hesitate,’ Sid thought to himself.
Aloud he spoke. “Whoa hold on pretty little thing. Your wool gathering ways aside, most people, no matter the provocation, don’t make exes even exes who switch sides on em’, disappear. I think it’s about time you told me about your lover, and who her ex is. And call me Sid.”