Partners 10Matt headed for the center of the building. He didn't know the place well but he had been there before and there was one thing that all visitors remembered. The center of the building was hollow. The ceiling was glass and the railings were all mirrored so that the natural light would filter down all 18 floors, ending in rainbow shimmers at the bottom. Art pieces that looked like crystal birds were hung in the open air between floors 7, and 14 further breaking the light. During the day it was a splendid sight and the building was generally known as the rainbow mall because of it. At night the mirrors seemed to cast back only red light giving the place a sullen even angry feeling. Matt caught hold of the fourth floor railing and decided to not lean over it as he looked down to the ground floor. Almost directly below him was the central circle; a slightly raised platform on the first floor decorated with a map of the globe in copper inlay. The circle was generally used for special events
TBOS entry part threeThe inner office was spartan in nature. The only furnishings were a solid wooden desk and a pair of straight-backed chairs. There were no pictures on the walls, and no curtains on the single window. The woman sat and indicated that Annabelle should do the same."I don't believe we've been introduced." Annabelle's words were curt as she once more took off her coat, folding it in her lap as she sat."You may call me Lady Ink. I am here on business seeking an assistant of sorts. That scene has interrupted the interview process. Now why were those men chasing you?""I do not know."lady Ink studied Annabelle. "That information is not accurate.""It is the truth, perhaps not the whole truth, but it is the truth. I know those men by reputation. They will work for anyone who pays them. I do not know who payed them and so do not know why they came after me."Lady Ink's expression changed. It was as if she had expected Annabelle to be a lapdog and she had turned out to be a bloodhound. " I don'
TBOS entry part twoAnnabelle pulled the door closed with a smart click. She pulled her coat tighter around her and hurried down the hall towards the stairs. She didn't want to be seen if at all possible. It would be too easy to connect her to Jones, and depending on her hunters that might be a very dangerous thing. She walked straight past the elevator without stopping. She would take the stairs and then slip out the back. A few blocks away she would hale a cab and be back home without anyone the wiser.She pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairwell and stiffened. Two men were waiting in the ally. They were smoking trying to act casual but their eyes and the tension in the way they stood gave them away as predators.Annabelle knew them by reputation: the Olsen brothers. Two enforcers for hire, they had managed to get kicked out of at least two gangs. Currently they worked for whoever would pay and hang the consequences. They were both large with shoulders that were too big and hands t
TBOS entry part one1927, October 17, San Francisco. The day was gray, with low clouds that sat on the hills and threatened rain like cross old men. Around 5 the sun finally lost its hold on the bay giving in to the relentless press of the fog that covered the water like a sheet. That was when she arrived. The first I saw of her was the silhouette through the frosted glass in my office door. From that moment I knew there would be trouble, dames like her always meant trouble; The only question was who it would land on. She paused there, perhaps reeding my name and title: Robert Jones, Private Investigator. The placard outside the door was relatively new since I had only started up nine months ago. She opened the door without knocking, and came in like the whole world owed her money and she was about to collect. She was a woman who was used to being in control, and expected to be obeyed. I didn't move from behind my desk, and didn't bother asking any questions. A woman like that would