Free Grace Anne by Kathi S. Barton

other dozen or so people might notice a woman
waving one around shooting at her? Guinevere, do you ever think things through
or are you forever flying by the seat of your pants? Fuck off and leave me
alone.” Ginny waited for her to comment again, but she simply faded away. Seconds
later she knew why.
    “I know damn good and well we have
a gun,” Verrie said. “I brought it with me when we left. But you’re right about
shooting her here. Too many witnesses. If we get caught here Cain would
probably leave us here to rot.”
    Ginny didn’t comment. All she
could think about was Cain. She wanted that man, and badly. She’d gone to him
the day before they’d left to get him to give them money to leave and she’d
taken one of his shirts. She’d also gotten the private number of Grace Anne.
    Ginny had cut the shirt up into
small strips and carried pieces of him with her wherever she went. Pulling out
the small rectangle now, she buried her nose in it and inhaled. Christ, but the
man smelled like sex. She smiled when she thought of what she’d done with a few
of the pieces last night. Best climax she’d had in a while.
    “Pay attention,” Verrie told her
with a snap. “See that one over there? The younger one?” Ginny nodded. “He’s a
looking at them like he wants to kill them. Think we could use him? I mean, it
would be easier to get to the little cunt if we could get into that fucking
building of hers.”
    The system that Grace Anne had on
her building was tight. And no matter how many times they’d tried to sneak in,
someone would catch them and run them off. And that guy with the funny voice
had told them that the camera had her picture now so, if anything came up
missing, he’d give it to the police. Ginny had left and not returned.
    “I know that one. His name is…let
me see…Thomas. He’s the younger brother of the man. I’m not sure about him. When
I was watching the older man the other day, Michael, I could see that that one
is a little shit. He goes out of his way to be a prick and he’d be hard to
control. And money wouldn’t work on him.”
    Ginny had had Guinevere go to the
big building downtown where Michael Cunningham worked and apply for a job. Ginny
had seen the way the man had looked at Grace Anne and wondered about it. After
they’d gone shopping together and then left for the day Ginny decided to get to
Grace Anne through him. Now that they had a little more information on Michael
she thought maybe he was going to be more of a problem than any of the other
men that had attached themselves to the other girls. Ginny closed her eyes
against the frustration of not getting any one of them.
    “We just need to kill one of them.
And this one seems to be our best bet. She lives here all alone and far enough
away from the others that they won’t come in and start making our life more
difficult.” Ginny agreed with Verrie. “Besides, she seems to have done all
right for herself. Maybe we could kill this one off and live in her big
building before anyone could notice.”
    That, too, had its merits. The
hotel they were staying in was expensive and eating out every day was killing
her. She hated that she couldn’t just go somewhere and eat; she had to fight
with the other two on every choice.
     They were quickly running out of
funds and she needed to get to her guy in Atlanta soon. He’d been slacking in
the money part of their deal. She pulled out her cell phone to call him now,
but was distracted watching Michael pull Grace Anne into the limo. Christ, but
the man looked at her like she was his last meal and he planned to get his
fill. The kid, Trace, was getting into another limo that the older couple got
into.
    “Looks like someone is going to
get lucky tonight,” Verrie said sardonically. “I just think there is no
accounting for taste for these women. Give me a big man with a lot of push
behind his fuck and I’ll be a happy woman. Unlike you, who can get off with a
couple of fingers