The Corner II (40 page)

She calmly said, “Look into my eyes. These are the same eyes you were looking into when you—”

Joshua wasn’t finished. He lunged and threw his shoulder into her, and they tumbled toward the walk-in closet. She howled like a mad woman and began stabbing him repeatedly in the neck with the ice pick. He tried to fight but became weak from the loss of blood. He finally collapsed with his eyes open. Her chest heaved up and down as she stood with the pick in hand as she watched the blood pool form under his lifeless body.
Damn, faggot doesn’t have an idea who the fuck I am!
She thought, wishing that she had had the chance to tell him why this was happening to him.

Her eyes tightened. She wanted him to know why she’d come to get him so he could take that knowledge to his grave.

How she found him. Stalked him. Befriended him. Sexed him. Killed him.

She walked toward the bathroom and heard him moan.

He wasn’t dead yet!

She stepped toward the dying man as he begged for help and mercy all at once. She was face to face with Joshua and could see the life leaving him through his eyes.

She smiled then whispered, “My name’s not Rochelle. It’s Vanessa, remember me.”

It took a few seconds to register and then Joshua’s bloodshot eyes bulged as his mind took a trip down memory lane.

She was pleased now that he knew why his life was ending so tragically, and with that his eye made a popping sound as she slammed the pick into it.

She stepped into the shower and spent a good thirty minutes under the hot water scrubbing the remnants of Joshua from her body. She wanted all of him to float down the drain to the sewer where it belonged.

She dried herself and wrapped the towel around her body. She walked to the bar and fixed herself a Mojito. She couldn’t resist, since there were fresh mint leaves in the refrigerator of the bar. She sipped the drink, and it was refreshing. She sipped again then walked to the bedroom so she could get dressed. She slipped on her evening gown and thought about how she talked Joshua into going straight to his home instead of the black tie affair they had tickets to. It was a networking event that the prominent blacks in the city put on every year, and there was no way she wanted to be seen with him. Especially since it was the last night he was going to be breathing. She stepped over him to get to the walk-in closet. The hangers clinked when she forcefully parted the clothes that were hanging. She opened the safe that was behind the clothes. Joshua had done this when she was with him before, and her plan was to kill him, but she hadn’t figured on finding out he had a stash hid, so she waited until tonight to kill him. She figured that she’d come out with a little extra cash, but to her surprise, there wasn’t any cash in the safe. She hunched her shoulders satisfied with the kill. But there was jewelry, and that was something extra. She put the diamond necklace, bracelet and platinum watch in her D&B. She took off her earrings, and dropped them in the purse as well. She reached inside the safe and grabbed the earrings that were a better cut than hers and put them on. Killing was her job, but she didn’t mind the perks that came with it. She then thought about Joshua’s fiancée. What a stupid bitch, but what the hell. She wiped the jewelry off and placed it back in the safe.
Might as well leave the dumb bitch with something,
she thought.

She stepped over Joshua’s body as she headed out of the bedroom. She made her way to the kitchen and was about to head to the garage but picked up Joshua’s cell instead. She dialed as she stepped into the garage and then into Joshua’s other car, an S-class Mercedes.

“I have gone and done it again.”

Andrea quickly grabbed her hand held recorder and the suction device and pressed it to the phone. She was reaching for a notepad and pen and the woman noticed the hesitation.

Vanessa asked, “I would assume that you are recording this. Am I correct?”

Andrea hesitated.

She said, “Don’t worry. You’re not messing up anything. It’s probably better that you are recording. I’m sure you want to get everything correct, and I surely wouldn’t want the police to think that you were making anything up just to get the inside scoop on a story like this one. That’s also the reason why you’re the first one I called.”

Not knowing what to say, Andrea simply said, “Thanks.” She then noticed Victor and Rebecca as they came walking back into the large office as if nothing had happened. They had that glow about them that said they had just finished having some good sex. Sneaky sex was always good.

Andrea knew that the caller was driving. She could hear the wind blowing, and that meant that the woman had already left the scene, unlike the last time when she called from the victim’s residence.

“Oh, don’t thank me, Andrea. You are more help to me than you know. Now, let me tell you the story of Joshua. That is, before
I
call the police—not you.”

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