Thursday, October 25, 2012

Thriller Thursday - Excerpt from Storm Warning - A Kelli Storm Novel

Tuesday October 27th 10:16 A.M. East Elmhurst
Rikers Island - Men’s Detention Facility

  Kelli opened the file, took out the crime scene photos and spread them out on the table. “I know you had something to do with this,” she said and pointed at a close up of Roberto Guevara’s throat.
  Angelo sat with his arms crossed, a look of contempt on his face. He glanced down at the photo and smirked. “You got nothin’ on me, bitch.”
  “I’ve got someone who will testify that you gave the order to kill Raul Flores. That’s enough to get you the needle.”
  Angelo leaned back and sneered at her. “Ain’t no death penalty in New York, bitch. They cut that shit out a long time ago.”
  It was Kelli’s turn to smile. She stood and walked around the table, keeping her eyes on Angelo. She walked up next to him, leaned against the table and looked into his eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, shit head. You ever heard of aggravating factors, Angelo?”
  Angelo leaned back, tilted his head and looked up at Kelli. “What the fuck is that?”
  Kelli straightened up, crossed her arms and smiled. “That means I’ll be sitting on the other side of the glass when they stick that needle in your arm.” She backed away from the table, walked around to the other side and sat down.
  Angelo watched her, a defiant look on his face. “You’re talkin’ shit. You ain’t got no fuckin’ witness, and you got no proof,” he said as he leaned back and crossed his arms.
  Kelli stood, collected the photos and placed them back in the folder. “This was your one chance to make a deal. I thought you were smarter than that, Angelo. I guess I was wrong.” She picked the file up, turned and walked to the door.
  “You’re full of shit, you fuckin’ puta,” Angelo screamed as he jumped up.
  Kelli turned around and grinned. “We’ll see who’s full of shit, Angelo,” she said as the guard opened the door. “You might want to call that high priced lawyer and let him explain it to you.”
  “I don’t need no fuckin’ lawyer ‘cause you ain’t got nothin’,” he yelled after her.
  Kelli kept walking and smiled to herself. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that, asshole.