Layla's Score by Andy Rausch

Author:Andy Rausch [Rausch, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Terminal Velocity Books - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2019-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

Lefty was driving back from the strip club when he spotted a coney dog restaurant with a drive-thru. While having sex with Candi he'd worked up an appetite, so he pulled in. Being the single dad of a seven-year-old, sexual encounters were few and far between for him. Candi had served as an adequate reminder of the things in life he was missing. But between raising Layla and killing people, there just wasn't time to go out and meet women. It took far too long to get to know them and share intimacies and do and say all the things it required to get a non-professional girl into bed. And even then, Lefty didn't want to risk being discovered as the professional killer he was. So for now it would just remain he and Layla, a house of two.

As Lefty sat idling in the drive-thru, waiting his turn and listening to the O'Jays, he thought about the Bruno De Lorenzo contract. Sitting there, he raised his cell phone and looked up the Belmont Hotel to get an idea where De Lorenzo was staying. There was a Wikipedia entry for the hotel. Lefty scanned the article, reading about the hotel's long history of Mafia activity. It didn't really tell him anything that would be of use.

When Lefty finally edged up to the window, he paid for the sack of dogs he'd ordered. The young guy at the window handed him the sack and his large Sprite. He sat the bag on the seat beside him, placed the cup in the cup holder, and pulled out of the drive-thru. He was driving along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, lost in thought, when he came to Broadway. Remembering that the Belmont was located on Broadway, he decided to drive past the hotel to get a look at the place before going back to the motel.

Being the horrible navigator that he was, Lefty got turned around a couple of times before he located the hotel, but at long last he found it. It was a big tall building, jutting up towards the sky. Despite having been built in the 1920s, it didn't look particularly archaic. Lefty parked the Caddy on the side of the street, deciding to sit there and watch the building for a few minutes as he scarfed down his food.

As he was sitting there eating, Lefty saw a bald-headed black man parked in a black Escalade on the other side of the street, also watching the hotel. Lefty stared for a moment, recognizing him. It was Orlando Williams, a contract hitter out of Los Angeles. The bosses in the Midwest sometimes called Orlando for special jobs, as he was considered the absolute best in the business. Lefty watched Orlando, but Orlando never noticed him. They had met once in passing, but there was no reason Orlando should remember him. Lefty was probably too far down the food chain for Orlando to bother remembering, even if they were basically the only two black hitters the Mafia employed.

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