I Spy with My Little Eye (A Nursery Rhyme Suspense short story): A Marlow and Sage Mystery by Strauss Lee

Author:Strauss, Lee [Strauss, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: La Plume Press
Published: 2017-01-25T23:00:00+00:00

7

Marlow

I couldn’t believe I had agreed to this.

Here we were standing in the glamorous hallway of a tall brick and concrete building in the middle of a gentrified neighborhood; Sage dressed to kill and me ready to kill.

Well, that was a figure of speech, since I was a hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet, and unarmed. The black dress pants and vest I wore made me look more like a waiter than the supposedly wealthy boyfriend to the gorgeous woman beside me.

Sage carried herself elegantly, her full lips luscious with red lipstick, her wavy dark hair tied up tantalizingly around the base of her silky neck. She wore a really hot red dress that sparkled when she moved. I felt like I’d just walked the princess to the top of the volcano with instructions to push her in.

“You ready?” I asked.

She nodded, a motion that sent a whiff of her expensive perfume my way. I stared hard at the door in front of us. Focus, Henry. Nigel Weigh was a rebel operative with no conscience. He could as easily kill us as offer us a drink.

Sage stood directly in front of the peephole and rang the doorbell. I took in her profile. Despite the danger, she was incredibly calm. Like we were actually about to attend an upscale party and not come face to face with the man who had recently tried to kill her.

I nervously pushed up on my glasses, only to find they weren’t there. A unanimous decision made by CISUE’s costume department.

The door cracked open and Nigel Weigh stared down on us. I was considered tall at six feet, but this guy was even taller. And built. And carrying. His right-hand rested casually on the pistol on his hip.

He grinned like a cobra that had just opened the door to a hare. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Sage giggled into her fingers. “Mars, did we get the date wrong?”

I blinked at the pet name, but answered as coolly as I could. “The invitation said Friday the Thirteenth.” I stared back at Nigel. “That’s today, right? And this is the Tubman building, isn’t it?”

“Yes and yes, but I’m sorry, there’s no party here.”

Sage drew her shoulders back. “Damn. And after spending so much time getting ready.” She ran red-tipped fingers over her hips for emphasis.

Nigel’s grin widened as he leaned against the doorframe. “It would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste. Why don’t you and your bodyguard come in for a drink anyway?”

Bodyguard? Probably a better ploy than me as her boyfriend. Sage didn’t miss a beat and I followed her inside, keeping my distance, channeling every bodyguard character I’d seen on TV. Stood straight, legs wide, hands clasped in front of me. I hoped Nigel assumed I was armed. As it was, I only had wires strapped to my chest, and a button on my jacket that served as a camera. The faux diamond earring in Sage’s left earlobe did the same.

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